Another August Bank Holiday has passed, which must mean another episode of media coverage of London’s Notting Hill Carnival is under way. I’ve never been to this spectacle, nor would I wish to go. To see the horror of the sheer scale of alien immigration in modern London encapsulated in a few streets is not something that gladdens my heart. If people want to throw themselves into a pit of liberal-loving ethnic abandon, so be it. I prefer parades pledging loyalty to this country, not to everywhere BUT this country.
Contrasts in media exposure of the Notting Hill Carnival and the Orange parades in Ulster during the Twelfth always amuses me. One is a display of black culture; the other of Protestant culture. One is a mass street parade; the other is a mass street parade. One has seen its fair share of violence perpetrated by unwelcome minorities; the other has seen its fair share of violence perpetrated by unwelcome minorities – be they ‘friend’ or enemy. In essence there is little difference between the two in terms of how they symbolise cultural expression.
However, whilst the media loves to regard Notting Hill as a positive symbol of multi-ethnic urban Britain, it also likes to portray the devotion and loyalty of Protestant Orangemen as some nihilistic evocation of another era. Media coverage paraphrases Napoleon Pig: black expression good; Orange expression bad. There is always something subliminally condescending about the metropolitan media and their stance towards the Twelfth – an event which attracts a greater proportion of spectators in ratio to the overall population of Northern Ireland than Notting Hill does of London. It says something about the priorities of our liberal rulers and opinion formers when they can see something pledging fealty to this country as inferior to something else pledging cultural fealty to anything except this country.