The myth of White Genocide

For those of you on Twitter, you probably know that I post a lot and I like to learn from the site.  However one thing has intrigued me, that being the term White Genocide.

I have encountered this idea in the past when I used to be more active on Yahoo! answers, there the Far Right, most of whom supported the BNP being active in spreading hatred and intolerance.  But that was several years ago while now, I am encountering intolerance and fear once more.

The term White Genocide is an emotive one. I live in the UK and there is a city where the white population is now less than 50%.  But, while it may appear to be so, it is not white genocide.

KILLING MEMBERS OF A GROUP - Violence occurs and this affects all skin colours, but I have yet to see selective ethnic cleansing of white people in the UK or elsewhere.  It has happened in the past, this being in Nazi occupied Europe in the Second World War as well as in Bosnia which sadly was more recently.

CAUSING SERIOUS BODILY OR MENTAL HARM TO MEMBERS OF THE GROUP - Again, no evidence exists of that happening to white people at the expense of others now in the way it happened in Nazi Germany before the Final Solution.

DELIBERATELY INFLICTING ON THE GROUP CONDITIONS OF LIFE CALCULATED TO BRING ABOUT ITS PHYSICAL DESTRUCTION IN WHOLE OR IN PART - Places like the Warsaw Ghetto.

IMPOSING MEASURES INTENDED TO PREVENT BIRTHS WITHIN THE GROUP - The Nazi's forced black people to be sterilised.

FORCIBLY TRANSFERRING CHILDREN OF THE GROUP TO ANOTHER GROUP - While genocide wasn't the aim, this has happened with Aborigines in Australia.

And one issue that white supremacists bring up is how the issue of forced immigration and assimilation in Tibet is viewed by many to be genocide.  There is no doubt to me that the intention of China is to destroy the regional identity and culture of Tibet.  However in Tibet, the people there have no choice in this matter whereas in the democracies of the west, people have a say and as yet, since 1933 no major democracy has voted to permanently end immigration. This means that immigration is not forced (though it may be against the wishes of a minority) and people have the right to retain their languages and beliefs.

If you read this and think I'm wrong, please comment so I have the opportunity to learn. x

Absinthe makes the heart grow fonder

Life has been interesting for the children, they are off school and at present they seem to love it. And most of the time they appear to be getting on.  Which is great for my amazing wife who has to look after them most of the time.  On Saturday, as normal, I went to work, but instead or working around East Anglia has I have been doing for the last few years, I am now catching up on paperwork in my normal job.  While it means that I am still working, it means that it is closer to home, which means that I can use the bike that I had bought years ago to ride to work.  Which I feel is great for me as this means that I am getting fitter.  While I still may have a heart attack or stroke, it means that statistically, I am more likely to survive it.  But it is the enjoyment at doing this as well which is amazing.  And of course, the children now ride their bikes, which means that they are becoming healthier, though I have not had the chance to ride with them recently.

So, on Saturday, after getting back from work, we went to a friends where we were going to have lunch, but for one reason or another, things did not work out that way.  Later that day, it was off to another friends.  There in addition to dinner, we did have wine and a drink that I have not had for ages, absinthe.  Come the morning, while my wife wanted us to have a day in Mersea, instead we stayed at home and did some much needed gardening.  The kids got to play in the inflatable pool, though I am not sure this is something that can be used again, and they helped us while the garden got some TLC (it needs a lot more).  Apart from one event where my daughter attacked my son, things were great between them.
 As I type now, the kids are in bed.  My mother-in-law has come to help us while we are working, and the kids have watched the BFG today.  Anyway, it is time for me to get some sleep, so good night!

Mrs. Green lived in two story house together with an elderly widow. After not hearing from her for a few days, she got a bit nervous. “John”, she called to her son “do me a favor and go find out how old Mrs. Robinson is.” So six year old John went down the stairs and knocked on Mrs. Robinson’s door. “So how is she?” asked Mrs. Green when John came back up. “How is she?” repeated John “I’ve never seen her so mad in my life, she said it’s none of your business how old she is.”

I am very grateful for what I have

It has been a bit of a traumatic weekend.  A friend of my wife died and it was her funeral.  I have had to deal with death in my job, but this year there have been two cases where it has struck too close.  One was the sudden and tragic death of a man who lives down our road who can not have been too much older than me.  His son goes to the school our kids go to, and we see his wife most days on the school run.  I was not able to attend his funeral with my wife and daughter, but I was able to attend his wake.  However, this Friday, thanks to my work being understanding, I was able to go with my wife to the funeral of her school friend.  We learned a lot about her at the time, and were reminded of the power of faith, and its importance.  It was great to see her friends, but it also reminded me of the importance of God and how we should try to make the world a better place, for loss will always occur.  But it also reminded me of just how lucky I am to have what I am blessed with.

Want to hear a Potassium joke? K

Well ignoring the Brexit vote, things have been good at home.  However I did not get to watch the kids at sports day which is a change compared to when they were in their infants classes.  In addition to this, they had a celebration day last week where the work they do was put out for show.  And I missed that as well.  So yesterday, while I would normally spend the evening at work catching up on paperwork, I came home at a normal time.  This allowed me to spend time with the children where we caught up with episodes of Modern Family which my wife had watched without us.  While I had watched a few before, there were some that I missed.  My wife meanwhile had some much needed time with a friend of hers.  The kids loved it, they got to stay up late and they got to watch telly.  While I was doing some paperwork (by going through my e-mails) it was great to be with them.

So today, I had to go in to do some of the work that I had not done last night.  My wife had to take her car in and she wanted to take both the kids in with her. I did not feel that would be a good idea as the two would no doubt squabble.  So I offered to take one to work.  And I cycle there.  And a lot of it is uphill.  Well, my son took this up.  Now to put this in perspective, when I first cycled to my work, I had to walk a few times, and when I got to work, I had to lay down for about half an hour.  My son on the other hand was amazing.  Yes, he had to walk at times, but he cycled most of the way there.  We was great at work, reading, playing on his iPad and drawing a few things.  And then he did really well on the way back, but I forgot an important issue with kids and bikes, sugar.  It was coming up to lunch, he had not eaten much at breakfast and then we were cycling up hill.  Now up until now he had been awesome, a model son.  But then he became Hangry, and that was bad, very bad.  Tears, temper, hatred.  It took threats to get him home, but really, it was not his fault.  It was mine.  And since then, he has been fed and is back to being adorable.