Tuesday, 18 March 2014

Martin Amis - next BNP leader?

Martin Amis says white skin still seen as key attribute of being English

It is understandable that white people should feel they need to have an identity that is EXCLUSIVELY theirs, and they know that their skin cannot be taken away from them.

Amis is a man of the past struggling to keep up with the times. What happened to his sister is was both tragic, disgusting and pitiable.

Englishness is described by him as follows:

"But a Pakistani in Preston who says 'I'm an Englishman' – that statement would raise eyebrows, for the reason that there's meant to be another layer of being English. There are other qualifications, other than being a citizen of the country, and it has to do with white skin and the habits of what is regarded to be civilised society, and recognisable, bourgeois society."

What is civilised?  And what passes for being bourgeois these days?  I take being middle class to mean having enough money to hang on to your liberal values and inflict upon your children the curse of liberal parenting.

Sally Amis is a fine victim of liberal parenting, is she not?

Sally Amis - Wikipedia, the free‎Sally Myfanwy Amis (17 January 1954 – 8 November 2000) was the ... Sally fell headfirst from a table in the garden onto a stone floor, fracturing her skull; there  ...

I should have kept a copy of that Wikipedia entry of Sally Amis' childhood, but it seems to have been changed and now goes straight into The Pregnant Widow by Martin Amis perhaps as a result of what I wrote at

What happened to his sister could happen to any Englishwoman these days, even if she is middle class.

Amis' reference to "recognisable bourgeois society" is puzzling in the extreme.

Would he call the following "recognisably bourgeois"?

'The problem was [Martin Amis's sister's] drinking  -  I'd had no idea how mad it was, and it was getting progressively worse,' says Nigel [Sally Amis' ex-husband], who is now an amateur botanist and a leading authority on wild flowers, particularly irises. 

'The way it took a hold of her was terrible to watch. She liked cooking and I could see that she desperately wanted to be a normal wife, but she couldn't control the drinking. 

'I'm convinced that if she became pathologically promiscuous after we parted, it was drink that led her into it, not the other way round.' 

Drink was one of Kingsley's major vices, but, unlike his daughter, he never cracked open a bottle or ripped the top off a can of Special Brew before breakfast. 

Sally was barely into her mid-20s but she had slid into alcoholism. With her brief marriage in ruins, she returned to the grey streets of Kentish Town, where she regularly met men in its many pubs and bars. 

'She especially loved the Irish, but the trouble was it was mainly Irish chaps who weren't quite right,' says her mother. 'They were men who were drinking too much  -  builders and the like.' 

One of these hard-drinking Irishmen was Martin O'Vessay, whom she met after emerging from a spell in hospital being treated for alcoholism. The result was a child. 

'She didn't like to be alone  -  that's why she did it,' declares Lady Kilmarnock, a frail 79. 

'I don't think she particularly wanted to be made love to, she just wanted company.'

Martin Amis said this week that he thought 'what she was doing was seeking protection from men; but it went the other way and she was often beaten up, abused...' 

Says Lady Kilmarnock: 'Yes, she was knocked about by some of her boyfriends, but she also knocked one or two of them about a bit as well. She could irritate them terribly by being contrary, and they would lose their tempers.' 

As for Sally's baby, both Lady Kilmarnock this week  -  and Martin Amis after his sister's death  -  strenuously deny that the child was the result of a 'one-night stand'. 

They insist that O'Vessay and Sally were living together for a period of weeks, or even months.

Indeed, Lady Kilmarnock says she met him twice and 'didn't like him at all'. 

Sally herself, talking six months before her death, told a different story. She said that after meeting O'Vessay, who had also received hospital treatment for alcoholism, 'I made a terrible mistake of staying with him one night and getting pregnant. 

'I didn't want to be pregnant, but sometimes you feel lonely and you want a cuddle and want to feel warm. But he left me the day after. Three weeks later, I found I was pregnant. 

'I didn't want to destroy a life  -  it didn't seem right. When I told Martin (O'Vessay), he said he didn't want any responsibility. I had the baby on Christmas Eve.' 

Sally's daughter Catherine has turned into the one gloriously happy element of her story. Unable to cope with looking after a baby, within three months Sally had given her up to foster parents.

A year later, Catherine was adopted by architect David Housego and his wife Helen, a teacher, who had been trying for years to have baby. A year after they took Catherine into their Ealing home, Helen Housego became pregnant and gave birth to Louise. 

On Christmas Eve 1996, Catherine's 18th birthday, the Housegos decided Catherine should know that she was 'Kingsley Amis's granddaughter'.

Dunno about you, but this sounds like a plot from Eastenders or Brookside. (For those who are not familiar with British soaps, Eastenders is about the urban proletariat of London, and Brookside was set in Liverpool, an English city known for the infamous depravity of its denizens.)

I wonder if Martin Amis and his ilk can really be made to understand why the Muslims they despise so  much don't want to integrate into this kind of degenerate shit that he calls "civilised and recognisably bourgeois" in his quaint liberal way.

Bourgeois values are middle class values which I understand to mean the practice of sexual restraint, as advocated by all the Abrahamic faiths.  Those who are currently still wealthy but who do not practise sexual restraint nor teach or  urge upon their children such dull restrictive ideas for fear of seeming illiberal and judgmental will be blamed for being instrumental in pushing their descendants into the gutter.

History will not remember them kindly.

Like fishes, a civilisation rots from the head down. Is Amis still sucking up to the feminists now, I wonder.  

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