by Allison Pearson, Telegraph
From the Labour PM to Green MP Hannah Spencer, Leftists will bend over backwards to defend any culture except our own
On the day the result of the Gorton and Denton by-election was announced amidst allegations of “family voting”, I took to X (Twitter) to say how sorry I was that voters had picked Hannah Spencer. I described Hannah as “a Green fruitcake who covers her hair to suck up to Islamists and had election material printed in Urdu”.
I admit I hesitated over the word “fruitcake”, having toyed originally with “silly moo”. You know the type I mean. Those dopey, delusional keffiyeh-wearers who this past week have been on marches lamenting the death of ayatollah Khamenei, a seventh-century religious tyrant and the biggest sponsor of terrorism in this country for half a century. One of the dopes carried a placard saying “Feminists for Iran”. And I thought “Dykes for Gaza” (I actually spied that slogan outside The Ritz during last year’s Pride march) would be impossible to beat. Coming soon: Piglets for Abattoirs.
The gullibility of these far-Left female politicians who pander to Muslim male voters by adopting “modest” garb never fails to annoy me. As do ministers who attend meetings in mosques where no women are present. Would they find that segregation acceptable in a gathering of Christians, Sikhs, Hindus, Jews or even members of the East India Club? Of course not. (Bad enough Muslim women are sidelined by traditionalists in their own communities without the privileged silly moos and Starmerites conspiring with their oppressors.)
Don’t they realise their great-grandmothers fought so that women in this country didn’t have to cover themselves, stay inside the house or be marched to a polling station by a controlling patriarch who tells them how to vote? Maybe the Hannah Spencers do realise and they don’t care, believing in some fuzzy, self-satisfied way that all cultures are equal (even ones that marry off nine-year-old girls) and their own hard-won freedoms are permanent. I recommend Margaret Atwood’s The Handmaid’s Tale as a useful corrective to such complacency.