I arrived in London at April, 2015. Strolling around its streets and travelling through its underground, I noticed that no culture or ethnicity was in majority. Its roots are British and it’s inside England but London is London nowadays, a city-state in its own right. With more than thirteen million metropolitan inhabitants, it is preforming the unique experience of forging the ultimate Humanist utopia: despite your race, culture or religion, you are a Londoner and London is your home. It justifies its own existence not on ethnic or historical grounds, but pragmatic needs, like the availability of a Costa Coffee, a Primark or a H&M near you; united in consumerism.
Although it seems that everyone is getting along, it is also true that London is putting a tremendous amount of effort and money in an Orwellian rewriting of its own White and British History: whether in pro-immigration campaigns or in social engineering of its television shows, racial fairness is not taken lightly. Its museums highlight “the first Black”, “the first Muslim” and even “found” a black Roman centurion.
When I was leaving London, I read a Guardian article about how areas in England with low migration were the most concerned about the impact of immigration. I fully understand them; I admire the courage of London performing such social experience but I am also happy that such experience isn’t been made in my home, Portugal. I wonder if all its communities will stand together if someday London experiences an economic doom and if yes, what will be the glue that holds them. As Murphy’s Laws states: if there are two or more ways to do something, and one of those ways can result in a catastrophe, then catastrophe will happen.