I was on the London Underground earlier this week when a woman got on at Archway station. She walked through the carriage, placing packets of tissues on the seats between passengers, with a note that read: “I’m a homeless mother of two children and need to support myself.”
My reactions were, in order:
1) You’re probably Romanian.
2) You probably stole those tissues.
3) You probably don’t have children.
4) If I wanted tissues, I’d probably go to Boots.
To the best of my knowledge I’ve never uttered a racist remark in my life. Perish the thought.
But, later that day, as I blew my nose on a silky Kleenex (50p is a bargain to avoid an awkward silence), I thought of recent occasions when my mouth would have disowned my mind if it knew what it was thinking.
According to a recent British Social Attitudes Survey, one in three of us admits to being racist on some level. So it’s fair to assume my issues with tissues places me squarely in that shameful third.
And I don’t doubt one in three of my fellow Tube passengers – which included an “Essex chav”, a “white van man”, an “estate agent” and a “single mum” (we shameful third subconciously categorise everyone) – were thinking the very same thing.
Who, after all, while politely minding their business on a rush-hour Tube train, looks up from their newspaper and thinks: “How delightful. A beggar!” My train shame throws into sharp focus where the battle lines against bigotry are really drawn. They are certainly not against the “boo hiss!” goons of the BNP. Those pantomime baddies are a clear and present danger.
More worrying is the unspoken prejudice that informs our interactions with each other. Those knee-jerk reactions that makes us judge each another – but never ourselves for harbouring such thoughts. We are experts at sweeping our gut reactions under the carpet. Yet they register loud and clear between our ears.
What did you really think when Nigel Farage said he’d feel “uncomfortable” if Romanians moved in next door? Or read in the Daily Mail that immigrants have cost Britain £140billion? Or watched another news report on immigrants putting a strain on housing, schools and jobs?
Did you catch wonder why spongers who can’t make a living in their own poor country come over here to live off the contributions of hardworking British people? Why wouldn’t you?
After all, the media tells us that immigrants are only here for our taxes. Heck, there’s is even a term for them: “Benefits tourists”.
It’s not just immigrants. Any sub-culture outside the homogenous group we perceive ourselves to be a paid up member of is fair game for our subconscious. The more you hear the classic Avenue Q song Everyone’s A Little Bit Racist, the more it sounds as profound as anything Martin Luther King had to say.
Of course, occasionally our mouths reveal our mindsets. Jeremy Clarkson again proved himself to be someone to avoid sitting next to at a dinner party with his “Eeny, meeny, miny, moe” apparent use of the ‘N-word’ while filming Top Gear.
One Direction’s Louis Tomlinson was recently caught using an abbreviation of the ‘N-word’ on video. And footage emerged last week of Justin Bieber singing, an ‘N-word’ parody of his hit One Less Lonely Girl – the second racist video of the singer to emerge. Judging people is a vital survival skill we teach our children.
But the path between judgment and prejudice can be treacherous. Britain in 2014 is a safe and tolerant place to be. But the British Social Attitudes Survey should serve as a wake-up call to us all.
Latent, rather than blatant, prejudice bubbles beneath the surface of modern Britain. Jews perhaps know this more than most. If we remain blind to our worst instincts and their dreadful consequences, we lose the battle at precisely the point where it needs to be won.
The next step is to change our thinking long before the words start spilling out our mouths.