Black Women Climb Hill
Attention, people of the world:
In the New York Times, Megan Specia reports on a staggering feat of racial fortitude:
Or, Black Women Climb Hill.
Specifically, a hill in the Yorkshire Dales National Park. Yes, I know, it’s emotionally overwhelming, the defining triumph of our time.
Note the use of the word disparity and its intended connotations of unfairness, of unequal treatment. The implication of some dastardly external force at work. As if the demographics of those taking walks in the British countryside weren’t chiefly a result of personal inclination, of leisure-time choices, or a simple matter of geography and where a person has chosen to live.
Or, Black Women Complain About Lack Of Black Women In Place Black Women Seldom Visit.
It occurs to me that a perception of the Yorkshire Dales, or the Peak District, or any of Britain’s National Parks, as some exclusive fiefdom of upper-class white people is the kind of misapprehension one might expect from someone who rarely, if ever, visits such places. One of the features of the nearby Peak District, for instance, is the number of East Asian students enjoying the scenery and walking about entirely unmolested.
And we’ve previously touched on ways in which parochial assumptions of racial “representation” will likely be distorted by proximity to the nation’s capital, which in my lifetime has gone from a native white-majority city, over 90%, to a native white-minority one, around 35%, an arrangement wildly out of step with the rest of the nation. Such that, things denounced as “horribly white,” or whatever the current term of disapproval is, may be puzzling to people who live in, say, Chesterfield or Plymouth.
But back to our tale of self-inflicted sorrow:
Well, a walk in the countryside has much to recommend it. Britain’s National Parks are very easy on the eye, and time spent in them can be both enjoyable and restorative. As to why some demographics deny themselves this pleasure, we find the usual, somewhat vague rumblings of injustice and oppression, albeit of a kind not entirely convincing:
At which point, readers might reasonably expect the author of the piece – and Dr Fowler, our professor of colonialism – to reveal exactly how “people from other backgrounds” are being forcibly excluded from hiking, yomping, and casual walks. These cruelly thwarted attempts to enjoy the scenic parts of the country to which they or their parents had moved.
Alas, we are merely told that, “People are very quick to dismiss the suggestion that there is racism in the countryside.” On this point, no details are forthcoming. No damning particulars are presented to sway the reader. None at all. Though clearly, we’re expected to assume the worst.
We are, however, reminded of other struggles:
Yes, dressing is hard.
Still, Ms Fatinikun’s heroism has not gone unrecognised:
Regarding Ms Fatinikun’s accomplishment of walking with other women who look a bit like her, we’re told,
Again, details of this racist abuse are oddly absent, and a news item on Ms Fatinikun’s appearance on the programme refers only to “complaints” from viewers. One of whom objected to the notion of black visitors needing a “safe space” when among The White Devils, and the implication that the locals – shopkeepers, hoteliers, and sellers of ice-cream – are somehow dangerous.
An omission of particulars that leaves the reader unsure of whether the British countryside is in fact teeming with menacing bigots, people who refuse to sell lunches and fortifying beverages to those deemed alarmingly brown, or whether televised race-hustling is simply disagreeable and unpopular, along with the notion of whiteness as both an accusation and a pejorative.
If the above sounds familiar, you may be thinking of this assembly of much the same conceits, published in the Guardian, or any of the near-identical articles that appear on a regular basis. In which we’re invited to be outraged by the scarcity of brown-skinned rock climbing instructors, as if a person can’t possibly learn to climb without an instructor of a matching skin tone, and reminded of the need for “culturally appropriate provisions,” none of which are specified, but which must nonetheless be provided at taxpayer expense.
And in which we’re told that a place being “white,” or “distinctly white,” or “very white,” a “last bastion of whiteness,” is obviously lamentable and indecent, a thing that must be fixed.
Given the above, it may be worth repeating the following, from my comments on that particular Guardian article:
Or perhaps something worse.
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Actual snort.
When race hustlers call you names you’re not allowed to object. Objecting is racist now.
The implication is that it is somehow closed to black people.
They can’t say this explicitly, lest they prove themselves to be liars, but they can use clever language to insinuate it.
Should have titled it Black Women Take a Hike.
Commas can be left to the discretion of the reader.
Perhaps only a misapprehension. And there certainly are people who are deluded in this way. But this is the New York Times where politically motivated lies are not merely preferred but mandatory and telling the truth can get you fired.
DEI is not just racism, it is the worst form of racism. A white racist might think that all non-whites are naturally inferior in all ways, but without wishing to in any way impose restrictions on where they live or work or enjoy recreation. An advocate of DEI, however, seeks to impose endless restrictions.
As someone who often visits the Peak District, which is just a few minutes away, it’s all rather at odds with my experience. Racial minorities are seen routinely, it’s utterly unremarkable, and the locals seem to welcome the appreciation of their scenic neighbourhood. That’s often how they make a living. They’re quite happy to sell you meals, drinks, waterproofs, ice-cream, whatever. They do, I suspect, want you to come back and spend more money.
And it’s a little odd to write several thousand words on how supposedly racist and unwelcoming our National Parks are without providing even one example.
In the US South, rural small towns are literally IN THE WOODS. Small houses just surrounded by trees, not manicured yards. And with black people living there. People who hunt and fish.
I have heard blacks in Chicago say they do not apply for jobs in the suburbs or move there because they “don’t feel safe”. They currently live in murder central but are afraid of the suburbs. Sure, they may get looked at by white people because they look out of place but “unsafe”? hahahha no. What they feel is social discomfort but please, this “unsafe” crap is boring.
This.
“Unsafe” is one of the left’s favorite pieces of dishonest rhetoric. All one has to do is claim to “feel unsafe” in order to put innocent people on the defensive.
It’s a white-majority country and the countryside is where a lot of white people live. What the hell do these idiots expect?
It is a bit like visiting Seoraksan National Park or Namiseom Island and then complaining about how those places are just crawling with Koreans.
But of course if you put it that way, as one might, the thinking is not entirely flattering for the person doing the complaining.
It’s not an ideal attitude to inspire a warm welcome.
And thus the British Empire is diminished further.
I’ll use that comment about the problem of echo chambers as an excuse to link to this classic conversation about the elevation of peer review over actual experience.
Archive version here if paywalled
May God grant us all the unselfconscious ethnocentricity of blacks. They’re shy and retiring around other races, they want to be able to be with their own people and are uncomfortable in non-African territory until they can mark it as their own.
The British countryside is white in the sense that it’s the ethnic home of the English, Scottish and Welsh, in the same way as Nigeria (guessing by the surname) is the ethnic home of Rhiane Fatinikun. But the British racial equality ideal won’t be complete until Fatinikun feels as much at home in the British countryside as Smith and Jones, and that requires that it stops being an ethnic home for Smith and Jones. So all the races can share Britain, and all the races except the whites can have their ethnic home too.
And deliberate countryside recreation – the spiritual uplift that white people think they get from being rained-on and blistered – isn’t necessarily well understood by other races. Those crazy white people could afford a luxury hotel with a spa, and this is what they choose to do. But there’s also a suspicion that these implicitly white activities might become crystallization points for white ethnic consciousness.
She’s territory marking for her race, and the “human connections” are within her own race.
Corporate/NGO sponsorships enabling her to make it a full time job, adulation from the New York Times, endorsement from British establishment itself.
That.
Well, it does rather suggest a mindset in which the concept of gratitude plays no obvious part.
And yet we’re supposed to applaud it.
Seems to me we need more exclusive fiefdoms of White people.
Stunning and brave.