"By Jane Kelly
29 Jan 2013
"When you go swimming, it’s much healthier to keep your whole
body completely covered, you know.”
The Muslim lady behind the counter in my local pharmacy has
recently started giving me advice like this. It’s kindly meant and I’m always glad to hear her views because
she is one of the few people in west London where I live who talks to me.
The streets around Acton, which has been my home since 1996, have
taken on a new identity. Most of the shops are now owned by Muslims and even the fish and
chip shop and Indian takeaway are Halal. It seems that almost overnight it’s changed from Acton
Vale into Acton Veil.
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| photo Jeff Gilbert |
Of the 8.17 million people in London, one million are Muslim, with
the majority of them young families. That is not, in reality, a great number. But because so many
Muslims increasingly insist on emphasising their separateness, it feels as if they have taken
over; my female neighbours flap past in full niqab, some so heavily veiled that I can’t see their eyes.
I’ve made an effort to communicate by smiling deliberately at the ones I thought I was seeing out and
about regularly, but this didn’t lead to conversation because they never look me in the face.
I recently went to the plainly named “Curtain Shop” and asked if
they would put some up for me. Inside were a lot of elderly Muslim men. I was told that they
don’t do that kind of work, and was back on the pavement within a few moments. I felt sure I had
suffered discrimination and was bewildered as I had been there previously when the Muslim owners
had been very friendly.
Things have changed. I am living in a place where I am a stranger.
I was brought up in a village in Staffordshire, and although I
have been in London for a quarter of a century I have kept the habit of chatting to shopkeepers and
neighbours, despite it not being the done thing in metropolitan life. Nowadays, though, most of the
tills in my local shops are manned by young Muslim men who mutter into their mobiles as they
are serving. They have no interest in talking to me and rarely meet my gaze. I
find this situation dismal. I miss banter, the hail fellow, well met chat about the weather,
or what was on TV last night.
More worryingly, I feel that public spaces are becoming contested.
One food store has recently installed a sign banning alcohol on the premises. Fair enough. But
it also says: “No alcohol allowed on the streets near this shop.” I am no fan of street drinking, and
rowdy behaviour and loutish individuals are an aspect of modern British ''culture’’ I hate. But I feel
uneasy that this shopkeeper wants to control the streets outside his shop. I asked him what he meant by
his notice but he just smiled at me wistfully. Perhaps he and his fellow Muslims want to turn the area into
another Tower Hamlets, the east London borough where ''suggestive’’ advertising is banned and last year a
woman was refused a job in a pharmacy
because she wasn’t veiled.
On the other hand, maybe I should be grateful. At least in Acton
there is just a sign in a shop. Since the start of the year there have been several reports from
around London of a more aggressive approach. Television news footage last week showed
incidents filmed on a mobile phone on a Saturday night, in the borough of Waltham Forest, of men
shouting “This is a Muslim area” at white Britons. The video commentary stated: “From women walking the street
dressed like complete naked animals with no self-respect, to drunk people carrying alcohol, we try our
best to capture and forbid it all.”
Another scene showed hooded youths forcing a man to drop his can
of lager, telling him they were the “Muslim patrol” and that alcohol is a “forbidden evil”. The gang
then approached a group of white girls enjoying a good night out, telling them to “forbid themselves from
dressing like this and exposing themselves outside the mosque”.
Worse, though, is film footage from last week, thought to have
been taken in Commercial Street, Whitechapel, which showed members of a group who also called
themselves a “Muslim patrol” harassing a man who appeared to be wearing make‑up, calling him a
“bloody fag”. In the video posted on YouTube last week, the passer-by is told he is “walking through
a Muslim area dressed like a fag” and ordered to get out. Last Thursday, police were reported to have
arrested five “vigilantes” suspected of homophobic abuse.
There are, of course, other Europeans in my area who may share my feelings
but I’m not able to talk to them easily about this situation as they are mostly immigrants, too. At
Christmas I spoke to an elderly white woman about the lack of parsnips in the local greengrocer, but she
turned out to have no English and I was left grumbling to myself.
Poles have settled in Ealing since the Second World War and are
well assimilated, but since 2004 about 370,000 east Europeans have arrived in London. Almost half the
populations of nearby Ealing and Hammersmith were born outside the UK. Not surprisingly, at my bus
stop I rarely hear English spoken.
I realise that we can’t return to the time when buses were mainly
occupied by white ladies in their best hats and gloves going shopping, but I do feel nostalgic for the
days when a journey on public transport didn’t leave me feeling as if I have only just arrived in a
strange country myself.
There are other “cultural differences” that bother me, too. Over
the past year I have been involved in rescuing a dog that was kept in a freezing shed for months. The owners
spoke no English. A Somali neighbour kept a dog that he told me he was training to fight, before it was stolen
by other dog fighters. I have tried to re-home several cats owned by a family who refuse to neuter their
animals, because of their religion.
In the Nineties, when I arrived, this part of Acton was a
traditional working-class area. Now there is no trace of any kind of community – that word so cherished by the Left.
Instead it has been transformed into a giant transit camp and is home to no one. The scale of immigration over
recent years has created communities throughout London that never need to – or want to –
interact with outsiders.
It wasn’t always the case: since the 1890s thousands of Jewish,
Irish, Afro-Caribbean, Asian and Chinese workers, among others, have arrived in the capital, often
displacing the indigenous population. Yes, there was hateful overt racism and discrimination, I’m not
denying that. But, over time, I believe we settled down into a happy mix of incorporation and shared
aspiration, with disparate peoples walking the same pavements but returning to very different homes –
something the Americans call “sundown segregation”.
But now, despite the wishful thinking of multiculturalists, wilful
segregation by immigrants is increasingly echoed by the white population – the rate of white flight from our cities
is soaring. According to the Office for National Statistics, 600,000 white Britons have left London in the
past 10 years. The latest census data shows the breakdown in telling detail: some London boroughs have
lost a quarter of their population of white, British people. The number in Redbridge, north London, for
example, has fallen by 40,844(to 96,253) in this period, while the total population has risen by more than
40,335 to 278,970. It isn’t only London boroughs. The market town of Wokingham in Berkshire has lost
nearly 5 per cent of its white British population.
I suspect that many white people in London and the Home Counties
now move house on the basis of ethnicity, especially if they have children. Estate agents don’t
advertise this self-segregation, of course. Instead there are polite codes for that kind of thing, such as the
mention of “a good school”, which I believe is code for “mainly white English”. Not surprising when
you learn that nearly one million pupils do not have English as a first language.
I, too, have decided to leave my area, following in the footsteps
of so many of my neighbours. I don’t really want to go. I worked long and hard to get to London, to find a
good job and buy a home and I’d like to stay here. But I’m a stranger on these streets and all the “good”
areas, with safe streets, nice housing and pleasant cafés, are beyond my reach.
I see London turning into a
place almost exclusively for poor immigrants and the very rich.
It’s sad that I am moving not for a positive reason, but to escape
something. I wonder whether I’ll tell the truth, if I’m asked. I can’t pretend that I’m worried about
local schools, so perhaps I’ll say it’s for the chance of a conversation over the garden fence. But really I
no longer need an excuse: mass immigration is making reluctant racists of us all."
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