The glorious art of Social Inclusion (not!)
I don’t know what it is like elsewhere in the world, but here in the UK we have a policy of ‘Social Inclusion‘. What this means in practice is that everyone has effectively been put into a blender together – brown, black, yellow, white, pink etc… and we’ve all be blended and now it’s all ……. Grey (ugh, not one of my favourite colours and not one that suits my complexion anyway).
Now we are all expected to think the same, have the same opinions, dress the same, have the same qualifications, do the same jobs to the same standard for the same length of time, be skilled in all the same things, learn subjects in the same way, be mindful of others peoples ‘sameness’. It’s all just the same!
Is it working? NO it isn’t, we aren’t all the same and Social Inclusion is political correctness taken to it’s extreme – unless of course you believe in consipiracy theories and begin to feel (as I do) that it’s all one big plot against the nation, state, humanity (choose your own ending there).
If we all think the same, do the same things, behave in the same way – it is much easier to control a population, we believe the same things like the so called ‘news reports’. We no longer question the party line, we no longer protest; and instead we have consumerism to keep us quiet – the more we can consume, the less time we have to question where we as a society are heading towards.
And where did this rant come from? I’ve been questioning what’s been going on for some years now – just amongst friends you understand; but on Friday I had a really interesting conversation with one friend who works with people with learning difficulties who is very disillusioned about it all.
The conclusion we came to is that everyone is the same; we are all human, we all have needs and expectations; but that this is where it ends. We are also all different, we all come from different backgrounds, experiences, cultures; we have different opinions on what life is all about – why can’t we celebrate our difference, accept that it’s OK not be grey and to live the life we were all meant to live, except live it in more harmoney, accepting that our neighbours down the road have a different lifestyle and THAT IT IS ALL OK.
Rant over for the day, see you for coffee tomorrow, maybe