Richard Littlejohn – Trevor Phillips is the bravest man in the universe for telling a number of inconvenient truths about race in “Things We Won’t Say About Race That Are True”

Trevor Phillips, a prominent Labour supporter and former head of the Commission for Racial Equality, is currently reaping the whirlwind of Left-wing reaction.

On Thursday night, he is presenting a Channel 4 documentary called Things We Won’t Say About Race That Are True, which rips apart the shibboleths of the ‘diversity’ industry. The gist of it appeared in yesterday’s Daily Mail.

Here, just as with the Clarkson defence last week, I must declare an interest. Trevor has been a friend of mine for more than 20 years. We were North London neighbours and he was my boss at London Weekend Television in the mid-Nineties.

The first series of Littlejohn Live And Uncut, which Trevor produced, featured one of my musical heroes — the late Bobby Womack, soul man extraordinaire.

Womack’s last album was called The Bravest Man In The Universe, which should have been the title of Trevor’s latest documentary.

No one has done more to advance the cause of race relations in Britain. When I first walked round LWT’s headquarters, Trevor’s was pretty much the only black face which wasn’t pushing a broom or serving chips in the canteen.

He should have been London’s first elected mayor, but the Labour hierarchy blocked his candidacy on the grounds that ‘their’ white supporters wouldn’t vote for a black man. They also assumed arrogantly they didn’t need to put up a black candidate since they ‘owned’ the ethnic minority vote.

But rather than tell Trevor the real reason, they pretended it was because he sent his daughters to private school.

When I asked him why he’d accepted the job as head of the equalities commission, he told me his mission would be complete when he could close it down. He wanted to build a relaxed, integrated colour-blind society, where everyone rubbed along together, respecting each other’s differences.

That’s not how it’s worked out, as he now acknowledges. The ‘diversity’ gestapo have concentrated on emphasising what divides us, not what unites us, and criminalising those who refuse to play ball.

We have created ghettoes and closed societies, cut off from the mainstream, where bigotry, ignorance and hatred not only flourish but are encouraged. And lest you think this is all Labour’s doing, it’s not. The Tories are equally guilty, if not more so.

When Trevor warned ten years ago, after the London Transport bombings, that we were sleepwalking to segregation, he was monstered by, among others, Theresa May, now our allegedly ‘Conservative’ Home Secretary, who subscribes as much to the Guardianista song-book as that dopey bird from Leicester.

These days the Tories have to be seen to be embracing ‘diversity’. Otherwise, as May once said, they will be forever perceived as ‘nasty’.

It was a Conservative-led government which bulldozed gay marriage through the Commons, in the teeth of opposition from its own natural supporters — and indifference from most homosexuals, for that matter, who couldn’t see what all the fuss was about.

Frankly, I’m not bothered if gays want to get married. But why would they want to ape heterosexual marriage? Far from ‘celebrating diversity’ — including homosexuality — the Government is now attempting by law to enforce homogeneity.

Take gay adoption, for instance. I’d rather children were fostered by a stable gay couple than warehoused in some hideous state orphanage, where they are most likely to be abused.

But I find the notion of homosexuals buying children to order from professional surrogate mothers stomach-churning. I don’t want to ban it — I really am a genuine liberal. I just don’t approve.

Neither do the blokes who run the frock shop Dolce & Gabbana, who to no one’s great surprise also turn out to be gay. It’s a point of view and they’re entitled to their opinion.

But they must be trashed, too. Elton John, who ought to know better, and David Beckham’s ludicrous designer wife want to organise a worldwide boycott of Dolce & Gabbana to punish them for their ‘incorrect’ opinions.

It’s even being interpreted as an attack on artificial insemination, which it isn’t — any more than Nigel Farage is in favour of bringing back ‘No Dogs, No Blacks, No Irish’ and Clarkson . . . well, make up any abuse you like about Clarkson because he’s a Right-wing multi-millionaire, macho man, etc.

Oh, for heaven’s sake. Grow up. Can’t we just agree to disagree for once?

Last week, it was Clarkson and Farage’s turn in the ducking stool. This week’s witch-hunt will feature Trevor Phillips, simply for telling a number of inconvenient truths. Tune in on Thursday and make up your own mind.

Others have already decided to slaughter him without bothering to watch the programme.

Still, the Guardian letters page should be a giggle.

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