More faux outrage over gollies.
An interior design shop has been slammed for selling ‘racist golliwog’ key rings.
An outraged customer posted a picture of the £5 black figures on display by the till at Delux in Bristol on the company’s Facebook page.
The shopper claimed they looked like the controversial 19th children’s character.
Other customers took to Delux’s page to post their disgust that the dolls, which feature oversized red lips and large eyes, were for sale.
The key rings have since been taken off the shelves of the Bristol shop following the customers’ complaints.
Again, as with the Amazon furore recently, one wonders just how many of the complainants are, actually, customers as opposed to people seeking something to be offended by – and this one is low hanging fruit.
Given just how easily outraged people seem to be these days, you would have expected the shop to be aware that this would happen. Maybe they are working on the no publicity is bad publicity angle. If so, well, it seems to have worked, for Farcebook is in meltdown.
Maybe it’s just me, but I seem to have difficulty getting offended by anything – even when people are directly attacking me. Outrage is something I reserve for the progressives who would tax me more, steal my liberties and try to stop me buying a golliwog keyring. Not that I particularly want one, but not being able to buy one because of faux outrage annoys me.
I still have the Roberston’s Golly badges tucked in a box up in the attic somewhere… And I do seem to recall collecting figurines playing various musical instruments when I was a child. They were just toys, not symbols of slavery, nor were they racist. In the same way a teddy bear isn’t tedist.
She wrote: ‘Selling golliwogs in this day and age?! Vile and racist I’m disgusted.’
Other customers soon flocked to the site to leave their own messages shaming the shop.
Lorraine Bennerman is very easily disgusted, then. But what happened next is enlightening. Other customers flocked to the website. Yeah, right, other customers indeed. Had they been so, they would have seen the items and commented at the time to the staff in the shop, but they didn’t did they, because they were never there. No, this was just another example of a PC-led online witch-hunt.
Mankind really hasn’t moved on over the centuries. It’s just that the witches have changed a bit, ’tis all; and we no longer burn them, we expose them on social media and express “disgust” and “outrage” shaming people into compliance. And thus the creators of Farcebook and Twatter have created their legacy – a vehicle for the hard-of-thinking to engage in mob rule. I do hope they are proud of themselves.
Brexit hasn’t brought a shortage of fuckwits, has it? Here’s hoping that one develops soon.
When these snowflakes become so hysterical about inconsequential issues; it’s no wonder they go completely off the rails when something important they dislike happens – Brexit, Trump.
btw As a child in 1960s, my favourite teddy wore tartan trousers and had blue fur (Mel Gibbs, Braveheart?). I guess that would be deemed offensive to Scots and/or racist now.
Both Longrider and I live in Bristol. I am very tempted to pop in and ask for one specifically.
When I worked in the Crown Court in Bristol, a member of my staff was one Sam Joseph, a handsome athletic lad of Afro Caribbean extraction. When the original kerfuffle started about Robertson’s Golly’s started back in the 70s, he couldn’t understand it. He had the full set of badges and looked on them as a mark of attainment and pride, especially the Tennis player and the Golfer ones, as he had never seen a black person playing either of those sports back then. He certainly didn’t find them racist. Like LR, I think this nonsense is down to White Leftie Progressive types taking offence on others behalf.
Arthur Ashe won the US Open in 1968, followed by the Australian in 1970 and Wimbledon in 1975.
The great Althea Gibson was both a tennis player and golfer, very much more successful at the former than the latter with five Grand Slams, including two Wimbledons, to her name.
Don’t be pedantic Doc. Yes there was Ashe but he was about as rare as hen’s teeth, and until Tiger Woods very few Black golfers either. Hard to name any Black Olympic swimmers either.
Wish I still had my gollie. Wonder where it is now.
Some people that I know used to have a cast metal toy. It was a bust of a black man who swallowed pennies. You put the penny in his hand and pressed down a lever on his back, he would then raise the penny to his mouth and swallow it. Presumably the offenderati would have fits were any shop to have one of these for sale.
“Offenderati”. I like that!
A couple of years back our nearby garden centre was in the local paper accused of the same offence by some twat who didn’t even live in the area but was notified by one of her cronies of this dreadful crime selling Golliwogs. The next day I popped in to the garden centre in order to buy one just out of a pig headed way to hit back at these pathetic scumbags but unfortunately there were none on display. Fearing the worst I enquired at the till as to why there were none and receiver the heart warming reply that they had sold out, I gloated for ages over that, talk about unintended advertising. I requested that they notified me when the stock was replenished which they did, I dutifully hastened back there and learned that the second batch was also nearly sold out. It may only have been a small and rather childish victory but it reinforced my motto F.O.E which stands for Fuck Em All.