A society falling apart

Those familiar with my writing know that, while I haven't touched upon it in a while, a particularly hate multiculturalism, which I believe is one of the great cancers eating away at Western culture. To me, it has nothing to do with respecting the cultures of others, and everything to do with hating our own culture. I was therefore very impressed with what Melanie Phillips had to say to Kathryn Lopez on that subject in a National Review interview promoting her book Londonistan:

Lopez: Is there any sense of British nationalism/culture being taught in British schools? I remember spending an entire year on British literature in a New York City high school. Is that kinda thing a multiculturalism no-no in London today? How prohibitive is tolerance in the classroom?

Phillips: For three decades and more, the British education system has stopped transmitting the story and values of the nation on the grounds that national identity is racist, xenophobic, inhospitable, and so on. So English literature and, even more so, British political history are only minimally taught. If anything is racist, of course, it’s that attitude itself because it means that recent immigrants are excluded from equal participation in British society because they are left in ignorance of it. Britain used to do integration; now it does disintegration. In every sense. [Emphasis mine.]

By the way, a companion piece is this NRO article about the insanity that the American Educational Research Association generates to explain away the ills in today's society.  Much of the stuff that is, on its face, nonsense is grounded in ideas about multiculturalism.  How else to explain titles such as "Resisting Resistance: Using Eco-Justice and Eco-Racism to Awaken Mindfulness, Compassion, and Wisdom in Preservice Teachers" or ""Every Shut Eye Ain't Sleep and Every Goodbye Ain't Gone: Paradoxes of Race in the Production of Political Knowledge of Decolonizing Nationhood" (this last being about oppressed Hawaiian women).  Anyway, read the whole thing.  If you're like me, you won't know whether to laugh or cry.