sexist, biased, bigoted bishop burton college
Sexist Bigots at Bishop Burton College, Run by biased, sexist females.
There is no other way of explaining this but typical feminist bigotry and male-hate. Even the English Police promotes and act on their hate speech and doctrine. We have already witnessed plenty of examples of Fathers being arrested when escorting their sons or daughters in parks or sitting with them on airplanes. They have been accosted by sexist, deviants who are off the opinion that every Father is automatically a pedophile. Nothing has been done about this blatant abuse of the Father’s rights and it’s ongoing to this day.
After receiving Will Self’s complaint about the actions of their security guard, executives at Bishop Burton College seemed intent on protecting the college from possible claims for compensation, despite Mr Self’s assurances he was merely seeking an apology.
In a letter dated August 12, human resources director Kate Calvert wrote: ‘I understand that the guard observed you in a village north of Bishop Burton . . . It was now around 7.30pm to 8.00pm and you had also told the guard you were from London and clearly did not know the area . . . He was concerned. He is adamant that in alerting the police he acted in good faith and out of concern for both of your safety.’
She informed Mr Self he must set out any grounds for appeal within ten days of receiving her letter. In a subsequent letter, the college’s vice-principal Bill Meredith said he was sorry if the writer was disappointed by the college’s response and added that he was ‘of course at liberty to take the matter up with the police’.
Mr Self says he declined, not wishing to waste more police time.
Last night a spokesman for the chief executive of Bishop Burton College, Jeanette Dawson, said: ‘It is our understanding that the member of staff called a non-emergency number out of concern for two people who were still a long way from their intended destination some time after their initial encounter.
‘We investigated the complaint promptly and thoroughly and when Mr Self appealed, the matter was reviewed by a senior member of staff who found nothing to add to the investigation.’
Typical Bias and sexist response expected from uncaring females employed in Education.
Crippled, demented people who have followed that feminist hate doctrine are now the monkey of convenience for those haters as they assume every man alive is automatically a child abuser even while the plethora of sexual abuse meted out by women is just completely ignored. Such is the inbred, documented malice dished out on a regular basis.
So where are all those champions who threw their soul into the feminist trope in order to elevate women but refuse to do anything about the obvious hate and malice against Fathers and men in general. They have all disappeared and are too cowardly to act to their own sex’s behave. This is truly unbelievable. They promote this blatant sexist, bigoted attack on the human right of males/Fathers, while just ignoring any similar abuse meted out by women. The hypocrisy reeks to high heaven.
Stopped by police and branded a paedophile… for hiking with my son: WILL SELF reveals moment an innocent ramble became a nightmarish tale of modern Britain
No 11-year-old child should have to see his parent treated like a criminal for no reason whatsoever. And no Englishman enjoying a ramble with his son should face examination by police at the roadside on suspicion of being a sexual predator.
Astonishingly – and I find it difficult, some days after the event, to comprehend that I am writing this now – this is what has just happened to my son and me.
From the quintessence of a blamelessly British pursuit to an invitation to step inside a squad car, complete with WPC specially selected in case my boy had to be taken into protective custody, all following a ‘tip-off’ from a high-vis jacketed private security guard; can there be a more disturbing parable of the Britain we have become? Let me set out events for you to decide yourself.
Will Self pictured walking on Primrose Hill, London: The well-known author and journalist grilled by police in front of his young son after an altercation with a college security guard he feels insinuated that he was a paedophile
My own father was a great walker. When I was a child, he’d take me on long rambles through the countryside – mostly in England, but also with forays into Wales and Scotland. It was my dad’s own proud boast that he and my uncle, as young men, had once walked right across Dartmoor in 24 hours, equipped only with the clothes on their backs and provisioned with ‘a few squares of chocolate and an apple each’. With this background, it isn’t surprising that I’ve become a keen walker in my turn, favouring high mileages and with a somewhat idiosyncratic approach: I like to walk from my house in South London quite long distances into the country, savouring the slow change, over a couple of days, from the hurly-burly of urban life to the relative peace of the countryside.
And it’s no surprise either that my own four children have also become walkers; my youngest son in particular has become not just an enthusiastic pedestrian, but a passionate one.
Three years ago, when he was aged nine, we walked for six days and 86 miles to a friend’s house in Wiltshire; last year, over eight days we walked 116 miles to another friend’s farm in Worcestershire; this year we went for the big one and covered 283 miles in 14 days from our London home to some friends’ house near Whitby in North Yorkshire.
While he’s had my example, these particular itineraries were all my son’s own idea; he may find doing 20 miles a day – and not necessarily through the most picturesque landscape – a bit of a slog, but the sense of achievement he gets from walking is tremendous.
We’re already planning next year’s long-distance walk – and this despite a disturbing and troubling encounter we had this July, when we were 11 days out from London.
Dressed in full rambling gear and boots and with my boy carrying his special walking staff, we’d left in the teeth of the heatwave and headed up the Lee Valley, then through Hertfordshire and Cambridgeshire to Huntingdon, then on to Peterborough.
We revelled in the subtle changes of flora, fauna and landscape that you only notice when you move that slowly; and we also enjoyed discussing the vernacular architecture, and even the minute alterations in local accents.
We stopped for the night at B&Bs or pubs and everywhere we went we talked to people about their locale and their lives. In particular, we talked to farmers about the prospects for the harvest. I cannot recommend strongly enough this as a way of bonding with your children and teaching them about the countryside.
In particular, we enjoyed the five days we spent walking across the flat fenlands and then the Lincolnshire Wolds. This vast and very agricultural country sees little in the way of tourism – let alone walkers – in its hinterland, and yet the people couldn’t have been friendlier and more open. The great time we had in Lincolnshire makes what happened to us in Yorkshire – a county known for its rambling tradition and thriving holiday industry – still more ironic.
Crossing the great span of the Humber Bridge on a drizzly morning, we had a long day ahead of us in order to reach the village of North Dalton where I’d booked us into the Star Inn for the night.
All went well until in the late afternoon we reached Bishop Burton near Beverley, and, looking at the map I saw that we might save ourselves a half mile or so – and a weary trudge along a main road – if we cut through the grounds of the agricultural college. We approached the security guard on the main gate, and while my 11-year-old hung back – the rain had cleared by now, it was a hot afternoon and he was understandably tired – I explained the situation.
The insinuation that I might pose some sort of threat to young people – in a word, that I might be a paedophile – was underscored by his eyes then sliding to my drooping son. He was being absurd and offensive
The guard was entirely unsympathetic. He said it was private property and there was no public right of way. I said this was fair enough, but I could see from the map that there was a track leading right across the grounds, it would help us a lot, and obviously we weren’t the sort of people – being long-distance walkers – to bother any livestock.
But the guard stuck to his guns, and staring me straight in the face said that it was out of the question: There were under 18-year-olds at the college. The insinuation that I might pose some sort of threat to young people – in a word, that I might be a paedophile – was underscored by his eyes then sliding to my drooping son. He was being absurd and offensive.
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