What in heaven's name were they thinking?
But I called it. I knew the Olympic organizers for London 2012 wouldn't be able to promote an iota of nationalist sentiment, as we saw in Beijing. No. They would have to prostrate themselves before the New World Order, parade around their dread-locked eye-dolls like a multiCULTy Moloch!
But of course, according to Danny Boyle, Britain was ALWAYS multicultural. Did you see all those dusky 17th century agrarians? Proof!
My Filipino friend laughed out loud at this moment, captured in the video above. Of course casting was going to conjure up a pair of youthful, flirtsy blacks for us, with the girl a little light-skined in order to imply subtly a bit of miscegenation in her past and our future.
It's just a tiny flirtatious moment--and yet it becomes the front-and-center focus of a (formerly) white nation's Olympic opening ceremony, normally the showcase through which a nation expresses its identity.
I guess this, then, is Britain's sense of self: dark faced people tussling over a cell phone. From Shakespeare and Thomas Tallis to this! Depressing.
Why can't whites, especially in Anglosphere, see that their weird, dark fixations look strange to the rest of the world (as to my Filipino friend) for whom racial abasement is not (yet) a religious tenet?
And religious it is, shown here, with a chorus line of whites, arms a-sway in raptures of devotion.
[Sorry for the extra long lapse. I was on the road and burdened by other writing projects. Please be patient if I fall off the radar from time to time!]