I suppose I've seen some half dozen episodes of the 81 broadcast since 1997 of 'Midsomer Murders'. To be frank, I've never even remarked the racial composition of the cast - the improbable number of murders in a fictional county is the thing that strikes one. It's a bit of harmless fantasy, with Morris dancers and nice scenery. It doesn't surprise me though that Brian True-May, one of the creators, has been suspended for pointing out that there are no black faces in Midsomer.
In reality, of course, the Manor House would be occupied by a drunken gay Saudi Arabian prince who beats his serfs to death and crashes Ferraris around the place, the post office would be run by a pair of fraudulent Nigerians and the corner shop by a rapacious Asian charging £3 for a loaf of bread. By the same token, 'Eastenders' would depict gangs of Pakistani youths stoning tourists on 'Jack the Ripper' walking tours, the call of the Muezzin behind the Queen Vic and a bloke who sells fraudulent postal votes to bent council candidates and 'Emmerdale' would feature slave-gangs of Vietnamese cockle-pickers living in plastic sheet shanties in ditches, a black crack dealer with a 9mm pistol and shared tips on defrauding the Housing Benefit in the pub. Which would have closed, because of the smoking ban. All the soaps would feature the popular loathing of the political class - and I've rarely seen such depth of hatred as there is now - and frustration with the Londoncentric media class who lie, distort, omit, fabricate and twist reality to fit their cosy presumptions about 'real' Britain.
Somehow I don't think they really want reality depicted on TV at all, and those now calling for soaps and fantasies to reflect real life need to think very carefully about the consequences if they do.