Unless of course you’re ‘special’

Hate crimes, you’d think that they’d apply to any specific attack on anyone citing their colour, religion, social/sexual/gender group and now the newly created fashionista’s of the goths and emos clans. Except that we know that such hate crimes cannot be committed by those groups unless they are white, mainstream and most likely male. Indeed such attacks by the minority groups that are clearly hate crimes (Rhea Paige ring any bells) are simply not treat by the law with the same rules and rigour.
Express.

A POLICE force has begun recording offences against members of alternative subcultures, such as goths and emos, as hate crimes.
Greater Manchester Police is believed to be the first force to add abuse towards groups such as goths, emos and punks in the same way they do attacks based on race, religion, disability, sexual orientation or transgender identity.
Assistant Chief Constable Garry Shewan said: “People who wish to express their alternative sub-culture identity freely should not have to tolerate hate crime.”
The police force has worked with a charity set up following the murder of 20-year-old goth Sophie Lancaster in 2007.
Miss Lancaster was kicked and stamped to death because she was dressed as a goth in a park in Bacup, Lancashire, in August 2007.
She slipped into a coma and never regained consciousness.

Whilst I do see any attack specifically aimed at someone because they belong to a certain group, it does behove me to point out the hypocrisy of such classifications when the CPS resolutely refuse to prosecute on such grounds when the victim is white mainstream. At the moment it’s only Greater Manchester police who are adding these groups to the classification, though I suspect as with any other minority initiative it will soon become commonplace.
It would be nice though if we could all be treated equally, though at the moment I’m afraid it’s still ‘game on’ for victimhood poker, where race, religion, gender and alternative sexuality all define just how seriously the law will perceive your case…

16 comments for “Unless of course you’re ‘special’

  1. April 4, 2013 at 7:38 pm

    Just like racism has been re-classified to include nationality, ethnicity, background, etc. hate crime is being re-classified to include more minority groups. It’s standard operating procedure to keep changing the meaning of words to include more and more special groups. Then you have either grown your base or you can use it as a method to cheating in arguments by spouting it when you are losing.

  2. john in cheshire
    April 4, 2013 at 7:48 pm

    I still can’t understand what is a hate crime; either someone commits a crime, for example assault, or someone says something that might not be complimentary to a person. But a hate crime? I accept that people (politicians, trouble-makers, lawyers, judges etc) might have tried to define it, I am still not convinced it is more than another fabricated issue much like man-made global warming. The sooner such ridiculious and (to use the current socialist word of the day) vile terminology is expunged from our judicial system the better.

  3. mona
    April 4, 2013 at 7:49 pm

    According to the CPS Ethnics cannot be charged with a race crime only whites, lookup Emma West.

    • April 7, 2013 at 6:32 am

      Oooh, not true! I’ve got one coming up in the week. They are rare, but they can happen.

  4. Mudplugger
    April 4, 2013 at 8:51 pm

    If I’m jealous of someone’s car, so I thump him, that’s a crime. If I thump someone because he’s Asian, Jewish, ginger-haired or a ‘goth’, that’s a crime. It’s the same crime, assault – the motivation is irrelevant. One bloke hit another bloke without justification or mitigation – end of.
    It’s time the clearly still-over-manned Plod started to focus on the actual crimes, then have a go at solving them and prosecuting them, instead of wasting time trying to get inside the heads of the perpetrators.

  5. Penseivat
    April 4, 2013 at 9:54 pm

    Does this now mean that I am an ethnic minority? As someone who wears a barbour jacket, cavalry twill trousers and a flat cap, I am often ridiculed and harrassed in the street as a BOF (Boring Old Fart). I am due to visit relatives in Manchester and would appreciate being reassured that I will be treated as a special person if subjected to ridicule or, even worse, someone buys me a pint of lager rather than real beer?

  6. The Jannie
    April 5, 2013 at 6:59 am

    Penseivat, you’re almost safe. You’ve got the flat cap, just borrow a whippet and you’ll be part of the scenery.

    • amfortas
      April 6, 2013 at 5:15 am

      I have a deerstalker, m’self.

  7. Greg Tingey
    April 5, 2013 at 9:17 am

    Errr ….
    One slight problem here ….
    The woman murdered because she was a “Goth” was white mainstream, wasn’t she?

    Must try harder, there?

    • April 5, 2013 at 11:18 pm

      Still struggling to keep up, the fact that she was ‘different’ in dress, mores, lifestyle is enough these days to make you special. It’s no longer about the colour of your skin or religion it just the moronic left trying to justify the hate industry they built up under Labour.

  8. Tatty
    April 5, 2013 at 1:39 pm

    Not one of “The Specially Protected” seems to have noticed that this means they are being re-classified as “Not Normal” by the authorities.

    How would Sir/Madam like their Segregation and Discrimination served today ? 😐

  9. Furor Teutonicus
    April 5, 2013 at 8:20 pm

    XX A POLICE force has begun recording offences against members of alternative subcultures, such as goths and emos, as hate crimes.

    Whilst I do see any attack specifically aimed at someone because they belong to a certain group, it does behove me to point out the hypocrisy of such classifications when the CPS resolutely refuse to prosecute on such grounds when the victim is white mainstream. XX

    One words; BIKERS!

    And we had this shite beforee most of you were even BORN!

    Did anyone say anything against it, when I was “barred” from a pub, because I arrived on a Motorbike, and was dressed for “the occassion”???

    No?

    You are part of the problem.

    FUCK YOU!!!

    Now drown in the shit YOU allowed to happen!

    • April 6, 2013 at 1:21 am

      Furor, me old China. Ever a member of Motorcycle action Group? I was, and we were fighting that kind of prejudice back in the 80’s. We always said it wouldn’t end with anti biker legislation. We said it would begin with us and go on to the Fox Hunters, the Smokers, anyone a bit overweight.

      And people used to say we were crazy. Funny old world, ain’t it?

      • johnnyrvf
        April 6, 2013 at 11:47 pm

        I have been MAG member for over 20 years, in the seventies I well remember being told ” we don’t serve your sort in here ” on ride outs to the coast and or other destinations, I was amazed at the attitude of the bars when I started going abroad to Europe, the welcome I got is one of the reasons why I live in France, all too true, as a passionate motorcyclist I had to suffer de normalisation before it became trendy.

  10. amfortas
    April 6, 2013 at 5:17 am

    Hate is a crime. Soon Love will be too.

  11. amfortas
    April 6, 2013 at 5:20 am

    Words in Passing
    Amfortas

    We were not ready.
    We were distracted.
    Exhausted.
    Battle had taken its toll
    But the Family survived.
    The children played.

    Malevolent Smile.
    She was Ready.
    Definite. Ordered.
    The Blue Pencil, poised.
    Poisoned.
    Flooding in, the swamp re-defined the land,
    The familiar, the family, the Form.

    The first was Fair, our childhood’s most cherished friend:
    Resolver of squabbles, distributor, sharer,
    Fair cared for all:
    a string of rubies around her doomed, pale and lovely neck.
    It was so sad.
    They said it was consumption.
    All used up, in tatters, shrouded,
    she just faded away.

    Next to go was that sturdy, quarrelsome Equality, which surprised us all
    as he was so in demand, they said,
    by all,
    especially some;
    aye, and relied upon.
    For so many years a staunch friend and fighter.

    His burial dressage, a white cheesecloth, yoked neck.
    Naked beneath,
    his scarred skin a testament.
    Parchment.
    Burned Beyond Recognition.

    Truth tried hard.
    Was Tried. Hard.
    Derided, Derrida-ed,
    denied existence;
    perjured,
    Falsely accused,
    she struggled
    as she was garrotted.

    Died hard.

    Soon after that, Justice
    suicided off a nearby cliff.
    Lover’s Leap, a place then
    from which many a couple had gazed out,
    seeking the broader vista.
    Now has Disabled Access.

    Was it in despair?
    Perhaps sympathy with the others.

    No-one saw her silent fall.
    Was she pushed?
    Who could gain?
    Her handmaids will argue for a time and time,
    billing Innocence by the hour,
    Kept in chains, for gain.

    The old, wise man, Honour, lost his marbles, they said.
    He languished as the village idiot for a while,
    The butt of jokes and calumnies.
    Taunted.

    His body was found in a ditch one day.
    Starvation.
    They left it there.

    The loss of these good companions all
    has been followed now
    by Liberty and Freedom,
    two noble and leathery old soldiers.

    They put on their dress uniforms, immaculate,
    faced each other squarely and
    blew each other’s brains out.
    Such fine shots, both.

    They left a note. Signed as written together.
    They could no longer support the malignancy of the vile regime,
    the note said.
    They felt duty-bound to remove themselves
    from further abuse,
    the note said.

    They took Duty with them.

    An Altar was discovered in the woods
    On which the charred bones of hermaphrodite Trust
    Were found,
    Sacrificed to Narcissus, elevated to the Pantheon.
    Tears flowed down Olympus’ stony sides.

    Even God cries.

    After, there was Laughter, Music, Whine.
    High pitched.
    So much fun.
    The departed were only words
    After all.

    Oppressive words.
    Now dead.
    Like Fathers.
    Dead, white males.

    What, three were maids?
    So? Whatever, said the wenches.

    No one noticed Love fall to her knees.
    Her calls for help were drowned by song.
    Trampled to death under dancing feet.
    The last to succumb.

    Four.

    The surging mob, with popular will,
    Tied Democracy’s hands, and,
    fattened and degraded on suet foie gras
    trotted it to the abattoir.

    The Impostor was on the scene quickly.
    Ready, Definite.
    Re-defined.
    By Order. She said.
    Scripted.

    The Princess of Lies rides
    over barren lands.
    Long hair her spider-silk, chain-mail
    down her back.
    Across her breast,
    Over her steed’s flank.
    Hooves on skulls.

    The children gabble and cry.
    No words
    describe
    their pain.

    They were
    forbidden.

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