Agatha Christie and Rudyard Kipling made Britain a nation of passive racists, claims Johm Barnes

[microrobert]

Agatha Christie and Rudyard Kipling made Britain a nation of passive racists, claims Johm Barnes

The former England footballer John Barnes has claimed that authors such as Agatha Christie and Rudyard Kipling have helped turn Britain into a nation of “passive racists”.

Barnes said books including "Ten Little Indians", “Tarzan of the Apes” and “The Jungle Book” have instilled bigotry into the minds of generations.

The former Liverpool winger said the “inherent” racism meant that white people tended to resist having black neighbours.

http://www.telegraph.co.uk/culture/b...hm-Barnes.html

[derLowe]

Those who can do, those who cant bitch.

[The Lawspeaker]

While he, himself, probably lives in an (for the rest) all-white neighbourhood.

[Siberian Cold Breeze]

Blame William Blake first

ps:my fav!

[PetiteParisienne]

Meh. Whatever. Who doesn't love Kipling?

[purple]

What???

Agatha Christie is one of the greatest criminal authors of all time. Her novels are all around my bookshelves!!!

I never heard of this football player either...

[Aces High]

Barnes made people hate blacks more than both of them put together.......for never scoring a fucking goal when he got picked for England the wanker.

[Incal]

Meh. Whatever. Who doesn't love Kipling?

IF you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
' Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!

I remember my dad gave me a poster with that poem written on it when I was 8. Kept it ever since.

[Bobby Martnen]

They were good writers. That's all that matters.