Yet Another Victim

From the way Amber Rudd has presented herself since losing the Ministry for Wog Control, one might be forgiven for thinking that the only sufferer from the Windrush persecutions has been a certain Amber Rudd. Abetted by the London Evening Osborne and some braying sycophants in the House of Expenses Claimants, the race-baiting Clegg-pledger and sometime Parliamentary sayer of the thing that was not has vanished in a fog of self-righteousness, to be replaced by a courageous champion of immigrants and the NHS whose promising yet compassionate career was tragically cut short by a hidebound boss. Comprising roughly equal portions of Edith Cavell, Princess Diana and Albert Speer, the new Amber Rudd will doubtless be much surprised and hurt should its brazen and hollow likeness fail to get a plinth in Trafalgar Square by the end of the month.

Nevertheless, the Windrush crisis has affected one or two other people, notably a swarming horde of Afghans who worked as interpreters for British troops in Helmand. Her Majesty's Government has been treating them with expectable contempt, charging them £2,389 each to apply for leave to remain; but thanks to the Windrush fiasco something called Gavin at the Ministry for Wog-Bombing has been forced to go cap in hand to his rivals at the Ministry for Wog Control and request that the interpreters be reclassified as deserving wogs, at least until the Government's tattered credibility is resoundingly restored by the Home Office's investigation of itself. Whatever Amber Rudd may have suffered, for the refined sensibilities of the brave little chap who once told Russia to go away and shut up the pain of this humiliation must be acute.