Hello folks.
In this day and age, we knew it would only be a matter of time before something like this happened. Citing the Equalities Act and diversity, and through fear that it may cause offence, the German segment of the WWII reenactment in Levisham, Yorkshire has been scrapped. All this despite the fact that no one person has complained.
Levisham’s annual Second World War re-enactment is scrapped | Daily Mail Online
‘A village’s annual war-time re-enactment has been scrapped because organisers fear it will cause offence.
The event has run for 25 years in the village of Levisham as part of the North Yorkshire Moors Railway’s event called Railway in Wartime, which pulls in tourists in their thousands.
Traditionally Levisham is transformed into ‘Le Visham’, a German-occupied French village, featuring actors wearing Nazi uniforms.
Past years have seen actors dressed as German soldiers patrolling the platform at Levisham station outside the Cafe du Bois.
But this year the railway’s operators have pulled that part of the event out of its schedule citing the Equalities Act and the need to consider ‘diversity and possible offence.’
So there you have it. Avoiding hurting people’s feelings now takes priority over a truthful portrayal of history. It’s not as if this is some kind of new-Nazi rally. The reenactors in German army uniforms form part of a broader portrayal of life in wartime. Would be interested to hear everyone’s thoughts on this, though I’m sure you’re all as flabbergasted as I am. Twenty-five years without a complaint, and they only start to panic now? What has changed? Mindless, ludicrous hysterics.
You can no more avoid history than you can avoid your own shadow. Something we collectors know all too well. It seems that there is a movement who would sooner see the dark parts of said history expunged to appease the easily offended than educate future generations.
Let the lessons of the past be forgotten, then. Let’s sweep it all under the rug. As long as no one’s feelings are hurt, that’s perfectly okay.
Regards, B.B.
