Diane Abbott, Member of the British Parliament, reads out some of the “vile abuse” she has received. The PM has launched an investigation into the abuse suffered by candidates pic.twitter.com/9uunwS6iPx
A Conservative MP has been suspended from the party after it emerged she used a racist expression during a public discussion about Brexit.
According to the British Broadcasting Corporation Anne Marie Morris, the MP for Newton Abbot, used the phrase at an event in London to describe the prospect of the UK leaving the EU without a deal.
Don’t believe me? Click on the image below to listen to her say it courtesy of the Huffington Post UK:
Why in the world would Morris say,
Now we get to the real nigger in the woodpile
when suggesting that just 7% of financial services would be affected by Brexit is beyond me. And apparently beyond the grasp of PM May who acted swiftly saying,
“I immediately asked the chief whip to suspend the party whip,” she said in a statement. “Language like this has absolutely no place in politics or in today’s society.” (source : BBC) That’s a no-brainer but was a necessary statement and move.
And it didn’t stop there.
Leader Tim Farron said he was “shocked” and called for her to be suspended from the parliamentary party. “This disgusting comment belongs in the era of the Jim Crow laws and has no place in our Parliament,” he said. (source: BBC)
Now why is this a big deal? The BBC breaks it down like this:
The phrase originated in the American Deep South in the mid-19th Century and is thought to have referred to slaves having to conceal themselves as they sought to flee north and secure their freedom.
It was subsequently used in the 20th Century – including by a number of leading novelists – as a metaphor to describe a hidden fact or problem.
Speechless, not just at the remark being made but also at the reported lack of a reaction from the Tories there. Utterly appalling. https://t.co/aYcZtA8n9u
This is another example why The Black Women in Europe™ Social Media Group non-profit is vital. We face attacks like this daily whether others see or hear them or not. It is not in our heads. It is a reality.
My heart sank when I spotted them. And suddenly the small gift shop felt even smaller and tight as if all of the air has been sucked out of it when I inwardly gasped. I remained cool though and, in Swedish, asked my Swede to take a picture of the Gollywogs while I continued my I’m just looking lap around the store.
Maybe it was my imagination but it felt like I was invisible, at least no one wanted to let me pass easily as I slinked around the shoppers looking at rows and rows of British beach pier souvenir junk. I was the only black person in the store. Just me and the box of Gollywogs. I wondered if they were invisible too to did people come in looking to buy a Gollywog when they visit the seaside.
When we got outside I remarked, that was some racists sh*t (or something to that effect). My Swede asked why I didn’t say anything to the store owners. I replied, no, I’ll blog about it. This is why my non-profit is needed. We need a directory for black women across Europe so no one ever feels alone.