and now Kipling gets the Rhodes treatment.

"Barrack room ballads" An original copy takes pride of place in my collection of his works.( Published by Methuen and son. 36 Wessex street W.C. 1899. sixteenth edition.)
I've got the fifty-sixth from 1921!
I heard this story on the news. Students shouting "wacist wacist" at everything from the days of empire makes them look a bunch of twonks. And like all children they delight in attempting to shock the grown-ups. Who next? was IK Brunel a racist? Winston Churchill? Guy Gibson?
A couple of years ago "If" was voted the Nation's Favourite Poem, I wonder if any of these third-rate brains will produce anything that's still loved by thousands of people in a hundred years time?
 
Ah yes.. Gunga Din.. if these fekin' feckless SU types had read GD they would have realised that Kipling had a healthy respect for the fuzzy wuzzies... About a regimental water carrier who was beaten and abused by Tommy Aitkins and his like, treated like dirt, given a beltin' if he wasn't quick enough with the water, yet he was fearless and helpful and tended to the wounded under fire... and carried the wounded soldier in the poem off the battlefield to get treatment and was shot and killed in the process... yet before he dies he still thought of others before self and sez "I 'ope you liked your drink"... cue the remorseful "You're a better man than I am, Gunga Din!" Marvelous stuff.

Gunga Din
You may talk o' gin and beer
When you're quartered safe out 'ere,
An' you're sent to penny-fights an' Aldershot it;
But when it comes to slaughter
You will do your work on water,
An' you'll lick the bloomin' boots of 'im that's got it.
Now in Injia's sunny clime,
Where I used to spend my time
A-servin' of 'Er Majesty the Queen,
Of all them blackfaced crew
The finest man I knew
Was our regimental bhisti, Gunga Din.
He was "Din! Din! Din!
"You limpin' lump o' brick-dust, Gunga Din!
"Hi! Slippy hitherao!
"Water, get it! Panee lao
"You squidgy-nosed old idol, Gunga Din."


The uniform 'e wore
Was nothin' much before,
An' rather less than 'arf o' that be'ind,
For a piece o' twisty rag
An' a goatskin water-bag
Was all the field-equipment 'e could find.
When the sweatin' troop-train lay
In a sidin' through the day,
Where the 'eat would make your bloomin' eyebrows crawl,
We shouted " Harry By!"
Till our throats were bricky-dry,
Then we wopped 'im 'cause 'e couldn't serve us all.
It was "Din! Din! Din!
"You 'eathen, where the mischief 'ave you been?
"You put some juldee in it
"Or I'll marrow you this minute
"If you don't fill up my helmet, Gunga Din!"


'E would dot an' carry one
Till the longest day was done;
An' 'e didn't seem to know the use o' fear.
If we charged or broke or cut,
You could bet your bloomin' nut,
'E'd be waitin' fifty paces right flank rear.
With 'is mussick' on 'is back,
'E would skip with our attack,
An' watch us till the bugles made "Retire,"
An' for all 'is dirty 'ide
'E was white, clear white, inside
When 'e went to tend the wounded under fire!
It was "Din! Din! Din!"
With the bullets kickin' dust-spots on the green
When the cartridges ran out,
You could hear the front-ranks shout,
"Hi! ammunition-mules an' Gunga Din!"


I sha'n't forgit the night
When I dropped be'ind the fight
With a bullet where my belt-plate should 'a' been.
I was chokin' mad with thirst,
An' the man that spied me first
Was our good old grinnin', gruntin' Gunga Din.
'E lifted up my 'ead,
An' he plugged me where I bled, An' 'e guv me 'arf-a-pint o' water green.
It was crawlin' and it stunk,
But of all the drinks I've drunk,
I'm gratefullest to one from Gunga Din.
It was "Din! Din! Din!
"'Ere's a beggar with a bullet through 'is spleen"
"'E's chawin' up the ground,
"An' 'e's kickin' all around:
"For Gawd's sake git the water, Gunga Din!


'E carried me away
To where a dooli lay,
An' a bullet come an' drilled the beggar clean.
'E put me safe inside,
An' just before 'e died,
"I 'ope you liked your drink" sez Gunga Din.
So I'll meet 'im later on
At the place where 'e is gone
Where it's always double drill and no canteen.
'E'll be squattin' on the coals
Givin' drink to poor damned souls,
An' I'll get a swig in hell from Gunga Din!
Yes, Din! Din! Din!
You Lazarushian-leather Gunga Din!
Though I've belted you and flayed you,
By the livin' Gawd that made you,

You're a better man than I am, Gunga Din!
Oh look. It’s a racist who cant recognise racism.

Kipling was a product of his time - I’d bear him no ill will.

You are just a racist.
 
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I went to one of Maya Angelou’s poetry recitals back in 2000; It was an pretty good show. She is one of the US’s more significant recent poets.

I am exceeding fond of Kipling though.
 
90% of students probably wouldn't condone or even actively condemn defacing of public monuments
There lays a part of the problem, won't actively condemn for fear of being branded some form of ist/ism or just don't care. Either way the minority get their way.

With stuff like this people need to take a stand and tell these cnuts to fcuk off. It's a part of British historical literature and no amount of offence by any snowflake can change that fact.
 
There lays a part of the problem, won't actively condemn for fear of being branded some form of ist/ism or just don't care. Either way the minority get their way.

With stuff like this people need to take a stand and tell these cnuts to fcuk off. It's a part of British historical literature and no amount of offence by any snowflake can change that fact.
But it is much more complicated than that.
 
But it is much more complicated than that.
No it's not. We have a minority such as these people deciding for the majority what is racist and what is acceptable. Fcuk them! Every student in that university should have had a say on the issue be it through ballot or by whatever other means they choose.
 
No it's not. We have a minority such as these people deciding for the majority what is racist and what is acceptable. Fcuk them! Every student in that university should have had a say on the issue be it through ballot or by whatever other means they choose.
Yeah it is. I imagine your brain can’t compute that but post-colonial politics is complicated
 
Too worried about re-writeing history to besmirtch the reputations of some of our greatest hero's in order to actually see the bigger picture. An awful lot of the re-writeing is not just misguided but wrong and we all know where that can lead us.
It must be dusty in here.

That actually made me cry.

Use a spell-checker, FFS, you illiterate twat.
 
Oh look. It’s a racist who cant recognise racism.

Kipling was a product of his time - I’d bear him no ill will.

You are just a racist.
Interesting

When read in totality - I see it as being more anti racist - the inferior brown skinned chap proving better at the end than the white superiors who abused him.
 

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Maya Angelou :

"
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
"

Surprised love? I think it's a f*cking miracle.... All that scratchy shit stuffed up there I'm amazed you can even waddle...
Smuggling diamonds out the mine again?
 

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