Colour Me Surprised

With the notorious want of tact which characteristically distinguishes the uncouth foreign from the more refined sensibilities of a Boris Johnson, a Suella Braverman or an Eric Pickles, a team of spies for the United Nations has chosen the week in which the Ministry for Wog Control dumped various recommended post-Windrush safeguards to criticise the Government's thirteen-year assault on black Britons. While disproportionately affected by investment in the welfare state for the rich, people of African descent also suffer from systematic disadvantage in policing, housing, healthcare, education and, of course, from such pragmatic British decencies as the principle of guilt by association and the de facto criminalisatoin of rap music. Even the timely squeals of an expenses claimant about the forthcoming Who Won the Holocaust Anyway memorial do not appear to have swayed the UN assets from their demoralising purpose; and naturally they refrained from taking into account what black Britons can achieve provided they are as brilliant as James Cleverly, as public-spirited as Shaun Bailey or as honest as Kemi Badenoch.