The local meeting was not well attended. We had a couple of PCs from the ward team, a couple of ward councillors, a pair of officers and about as many of us. It was a routine meeting with no special issues or emotive business that would draw more people. The only issue to engage the police was a spate of robberies of mobile phones and handbags on a small council estate at the other end of the ward. Ah yes, I thought. The Somali boys. Hanging about the bin stores, dealing small wraps and relieving the innocent of their Japanese electronics. The young PC struggled with words as his face grew redder; "We know who's responsible .... it's ... a group of certain young men from, er, a certain .... group". I perked up. He wasn't going to say 'Somali' I thought. He's actually afraid of saying what we all know - that these are Somali lads. His colleague glanced anxiously at the two Labour councillors, wondering if too much had been said already.
If those two young men hadn't been so clearly excruciatingly uncomfortable I would have had some fun. Instead I kept quiet and came away disturbed that the combination of Macpherson, Labour lapdog police chiefs and force discipline had left these upholders of truth and justice actually scared of speaking the plain truth in public. There's an old Jesuit saying that if you pray long enough with the lips the heart will eventually follow; I'll bet the same goes for denying that certain ethnic groups are responsible for certain crimes in the capital. Rod Liddle got into a terrible mess over this. His was the voice of the small boy in the crowd saying "But he isn't wearing any clothes!"
Back in April I blogged about the East End becoming like a Karachi ghetto, with death threats against shop assistants, Jack the Ripper walking tours stoned by Islamic youths, H&M swimwear ads painted over and 'death to gays' stickers on the lamp columns. The full extent of the violence, intimidation, beatings, fear and repression rampant in a part of England is only now becoming clear; the Telegraph reports today on a horrifying campaign of organised sedition aimed at separating Tower Hamlets from the rest of London. And what's at the heart of it is that coppers are too scared of being called racists to act.
I don't blame the police on the front line there. The fault is wholly the huge weight of the HR department, disciplinary threats and more than anything a cabal of senior officers from Superintendant upwards who were too eager to throw out professional standards to court Labour's corrupt and destructive multikulti policies. And we don't need anything new to correct the deviant behaviour; just a reminder about the "without fear or favour" bit in their oath, and a combing-out of the senior officers having such a negative effect.