If you want lessons in racism, look no further than North Wales. Simon Glyn, Plaid Cymru councillor and chairman of the housing committee for Gwynedd County Council, announced on BBC Radio Wales last week that retired people who moved to Wales from England were a "drain" on his resources and were "killing" the Welsh community and language. Talking of a "tidal wave" of immigration, he said there wouldn't be a problem if these incomers had their numbers strictly monitored and had to learn Welsh.
One only has to transpose these ludicrous sentiments to somewhere else - Tower Hamlets, say - to see how offensive Mr Glyn's remarks were. By his standards almost anyone from east London would be unwelcome and probably should be repatriated. I imagine he hasn't spend much time in Bradford or Birmingham either. And I'm sure that he disapproves of any brave English people living north of Jedburgh who don't have Gaelic as their primary form of communication.
I hope Mr Glyn is reported under the Race Relations Act for his inflammatory remarks. I'm half Welsh and a large part of my family still live in Mr Glyn's area. I'm sure my Uncle Ray, who was born in Scunthorpe but who now lives happily with my Welsh auntie in Llandudno and enjoys his retirement studying Celtic history and visiting museums, must now be scared to venture out of his house in case one of Mr Glyn's thought police drag him into a van and to be repatriated. And when you consider that the Welsh language is only kept alive by committees inventing new words for modern inventions like the motor car and the television set, you don't know whether to laugh or cry.
Some Welsh people are so small-minded. I grew up in west London, with an English father and a Welsh mother. Our Celtic branch came from the north of Wales, and considered anywhere south of Barmouth a foreign land. My childhood was spent hearing Welsh everyday as my mother used it to …