Maybe we have two NHSs in England?

(Friday/Saturday blog)

I was recently treated by the NHS and I don’t recognise all the stories of an overburdened, collapsing NHS that I see in the media. The ambulance came within 40 minutes – it would have been sooner if my case had been life-threatening; I was taken straight to A&E on arrival; was seen within 30 minutes by an A&E nurse with blood samples taken; saw a doctor within an hour of arrival; was assessed by a specialist nurse within 2 hours of arrival; had a CT scan within 3 hours of arrival, but this was just a precaution and would have been faster if it had been judged necessary; and then I was discharged with a promise that further appointments would be arranged. Sure enough, within 4 days I was seen by a neurologist and, the day after that, the hospital rang me with dates a few days later for an MRI scan and other tests.

At no time did I get the impression that the hospital staff were in any way rushed off their feet or lacking in resources. Of course, I wasn’t scheduled for any operation, so can’t comment on things like operation waiting times and cancellations. But my experience echoed the one I had 12 months ago when my mother spent four weeks in hospital after a stroke. The whole system seemed to be running with reasonable efficiency and in no way looked close to collapsing under excessive demand.

All this got me wondering whether we actually have two quite different NHSs in England – the ‘English’ NHS and the ‘multi-culturally-enriched’ NHS

The ‘English’ NHS

This version of the NHS can be found in two types of towns – towns where the majority of people are indigenous English or towns where there are quite a few migrants but these migrants are generally from Eastern Europe, are often well-educated and have come to England to work and not sponge off other people’s efforts. If these migrants have families, these usually consist of one or at most two children.

Most people using the English NHS only go to hospital when absolutely necessary; if they go to hospital they might be accompanied by at most one relative or friend; most of them wait patiently for their turn to be seen; most of them treat hospital staff with respect and most of them behave like reasonably civilised First-World human beings.

The towns where I live and where my mother lived are both ‘English’ towns where the population is mostly indigenous English and migrants are mostly hard-working Eastern Europeans. In both towns there is what I have called the ‘English NHS’

The multi-culturally-enriched NHS

This version of the NHS is found, I believe, in towns and cities where there is a large population of people from the Third-World who have generously sacrificed their lives in their home countries to come to Britain to share with us their rich cultural heritage – violence, crime, intolerance, first-cousin marriages, FGM, homophobia, misogyny, parasitism and hatred of everything Western civilisation stands for.

Rather than only going to hospital when absolutely necessary, the multi-cultural enrichers turn up at A&E at the slightest hint of any medical problem. When an enricher goes to A&E, they are usually accompanied by at least 5 to 10 male relatives – brothers, cousins, uncles or whatever. Many of these male relatives will never have done a day’s legal work in their lives and thus will never have paid any taxes to support the NHS. But they will all feel that they are entitled everything the NHS has to offer.

The enrichers will often barge into the hospital shouting at hospital staff and demanding that their relative is seen immediately, all the time jabbering into their mobile phones. The enrichers are not particularly given to queuing or waiting their turn. If the supposedly sick relative is female, there will be much histrionic ululating and moaning from under her Darth Vader fancy dress as if she is on the brink of an immediate and very painful death.

The enrichers are also very particular about which hospital staff are allowed the privilege of treating their supposedly sick family member. If the patient is male, the enrichers will often refuse to allow a female doctor to examine them as they consider females lower than dogs. But if the patient is dressed up as Darth Vader on a bad hair day, the enrichers will probably demand that she is only seen by female nurses and female doctors.

Because of all the shouting, pushing, arguing, threats and intimidation of hospital staff by the enrichers, it can often take at least five times as long to treat a multi-culturally-enriching patient as it does to treat an English one. Moreover, given the enrichers’ tendency to have huge families and their predilection towards first-cousin marriages, which often result in physically- or mentally-damaged children, enricher families put much more pressure on their local NHS than more civilisationally-advanced English or hard-working East European families.

I suspect that the hospitals which are collapsing under the demands of increasing numbers of patients tend to be those in the more multi-culturally-enriched areas of our once great country. But nobody dares suggest this as that would be a heinous crime against political correctness.

But hey, what do I know?