The Mail desecrates the holy places where it likes to stake its claim,
and would be a laughable rag, really, were it not for our degraded
political culture taking it seriously. Look at the paper itself and
you see it is not the real voice of England, but a dark distortion of
it, a post-truth version that shouts about decency but doesn’t exhibit
any, that praises aspiration but only certain sorts. Every day in
Dacre’s paper, the people who make up the population of Britain, the
people who teach your children and bandage your wounds, drive your
trains or clean your floors, are described as aliens and forgers and
scum. The Mail fought for justice for one black man, and long may the
editor plume on it: the paper he presides over is in no hurry to gain
justice for any others.
One for @greenhell
https://www.lrb.co.uk/v39/n11/andrew-ohagan/whos-the-real-cunt