That’s what the school’s Board of Governors heard the Deputy Head say. My friend’s heart sank: she knew only too well what to expect. And after a hard day with the kids, two hours of politically correct advice about what was correct this week seemed unlikely to be what the doctor ordered.

What happened next shocked even her.

“There’s no way I can describe the woman who entered, beyond ‘common'” she told me. Bear in mind, my chum is from an ordinary State-school background like me, and not prone to outbursts of snobbery. I asked her to expand on ‘common’.

“Ignorant” she said, after a few seconds thought, followed by “All rules and no knowledge, you know?”

I knew only too well what she meant. England is full of these folk today: the sort who were no doubt everywhere to be seen in the early years of Soviet Russia, ordering the bourgeoisie around with that undertone of ‘we are the masters now’ to every command.

“She insisted on calling us all colleagues” said my friend, as if reading my mind. “I just wanted to say ‘you are not my colleague’.”

But the diversity commissarinas want everyone to be their colleague, everyone to be be nice, and everyone to say and do the right thing. Nice is good; for them, it’s what life is about. And if you don’t act nice, they can turn very nasty indeed.

It transpired that the lady from diversity had a degree in diversity from somewhere that used to be a polytechnic – in the days when education had a hierarchy based on excellence and achievement. At the University of Diversity, she had been taught to administer questionnaires to people with ten times her IQ, and catch them out with trick questions.

One of these concerned what to call a disabled person. The answer was that you don’t call a person who is disabled disabled at all, because this might remind them that they’re disabled. Instead, you refer to yourself as not disabled. Twenty-four hours later, I’m still trying to figure out how a conversation using this approach might even get going, let alone reach a point at which one might say, “As a disabled person, can you tell us in your own words the best way we can help you?”

This is really a follow-up to yesterday’s piece about women firefighters. Some women firefighters have the physical and mental strength to do the job – but just like a lot of men, a lot of women don’t have those qualities….and thus should not be firefighters. The lady from diversity encountered by my angry friend is in turn paid to explain something to dedicated people being dedicated for nothing – something which is of no purpose in education whatsoever, beyond encouraging those with one leg or a dark skin to feel sorry for themselves.

The only point of Ms Diversity is, frankly, to add another name to that 75% of the population designated by the ONS as ‘in work’. ‘In the way’ would be a more accurate group description. And as the UK’s bankruptcy stumbles entirely incorrectly towards reality, those engaged ungainfully in the profession of correction will be summarily booted out of the way. We must pray that a relatively harmless wellie up the backside is all such people get. But not too hard.

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