I read an article in The Guardian a few days ago
in which the jouralist wanted to defend the 'working class'
and probed: "would we talk of any other minority group
like this?". The assumed 'we' of his readership speaks,
I suppose, for his press. I had breakfast in the Family
Cafe in Dagenham - a Sunrise Scramble (eggs, tomato,
mushrooms, buttered toast) - and the newspapers
fanned free on the tables were The Sun and The Star.
The 'we' he assumed spoke for what he supposed
to be true. And his press. Red tops, tomato sauce
bottles that congeal then crust the plastic spouts.
How can being interested in how the world works
presuppose a condition of non-working class?


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