But I do think that a sizeable minority of those who come here from Islamic countries, for example, might try to appreciate the benefits of our equal rights for all that they have presumably moved here in pursuit of, rather than setting about the process of curtailing, castrating and destroying our freedoms. Just imagine, for instance, the terror you must feel if you are one of the many gay Muslims who come to London seeking sanctuary from the crazed, murderous persecution your lot receive in Arab countries — only to see the very Mayor of London batting his eyelashes like a soppy schoolgirl at a mad mullah who advocates the cold-blooded murder of your kind! Talk about the lunatics taking over the asylum-seekers.

In Bradford, Nissar Hussain, his wife and their five children are living under a reign of terror from Muslim gangs offended by their choosing to convert from Islam to Christianity. During the past three years they have been assaulted by young male Muslims, had dogs set on them, had bricks through their windows and their vehicles destroyed. Mr Hussain says: “It is like living in an Islamic state. We are Christians living in England, a Christian country, living in a climate of fear from these Muslims. Can you believe it?” Sadly, surreally, yes. A policeman has allegedly told him to “stop being a crusader and move”. Can we imagine a Muslim being told the same thing?

But, amazingly, anyone who stands up for Mr Hussain against this Muslim thuggery risks being branded a racist — and don’t think that the pigs committing these crimes aren’t well aware of this. To be called a racist is now the worst thing that can happen to anyone in terms of public disapproval and legal retribution. Of course, it is not just Islamists who play this lowest of cry-wolf cards when anyone attempts to prevent them persecuting women, homosexuals and Christians.

Those reggae singers who find it fun to set queer-killing lyrics to a toe-tapping beat bleated the same accusation last year when they were asked nicely to desist from whipping up hatred.

The latest preposterous group of lunatics to hide behind the mealy-mouthed language of liberalism are the gang-masters; those absolute charmers who bring over desperate foreigners and sell their services to bosses in every area from prostitution to fruit-picking to construction, reaping massive profits. One expects bosses to be unscrupulous; what is truly shocking is how the forces of liberalism, blinded by their desire to seem anti-racist above all, have allowed such slave labour to flourish.

Only last month Alan Garrard, who supplies hundreds of Latvians, Lithuanians and Poles dirt-cheap to local farms and food-processing firms, blamed “racism” by local people in Lincolnshire for the demolition of a makeshift dormitory housing 60 men. “This is a humanitarian issue, not a planning issue,” he told the Daily Mail while railing at the “Nazi” locals. “It’s like Alabama here when a black family moves in.”

It is amazing how quickly journalists from liberal newspapers who revere the trade union movement and the workers’ struggle become fervent supporters of free-market politics when it means they can get a dirt-cheap Croatian au pair or a Polish plumber, and are so willing to swallow the reactionary old lie about how the British workforce is too idle to do certain jobs. I’d argue that when someone refuses to do a job for less than £5 an hour it doesn’t signal idleness at all, but simply a certain dignity and self-worth, and an understandable reluctance, after the long hard struggle of the British working class, to simply roll over and do tricks for pennies. One longs for the day when editors decide that it really doesn’t make sense to take on British hacks any more when you can get some eager, obedient Eastern European graduate to do the job for half the price. If that day ever comes, you can bet that this Slav-sucking attitude will be out of the window quicker than you can say “I’m all right, Jakob!” Until then, who cares about a bunch of whining proles? Racists!

I’ve had this argument too many times now, with too many people who should know better, and I am utterly sick of it. So from now on, anyone who dismisses me as a racist because I am against ceaseless immigration to this country — by those tens of thousands of people each year who are in no peril whatsoever — and the inevitable driving down of the wages of the poorest that it brings, will be dismissed by me, in turn, as a mere stooge of the boss-class, a supporter of forced and/or slave labour and a despicable enemy of the multicoloured British working class. By all means hire a polite Polish plumber rather than a bolshy British one, and then get your tragic kicks gloating over the little saving you’ve made. But don’t kid yourself that this makes you a bona fide member of the brotherhood of man; it merely makes you a penny-pinching saddo who cares more about getting a bargain than social justice and fair wages for all.

And next time a group of forced migrant workers dies needlessly, or an anti-immigration party does well at the polls, just take a moment to consider the rocky road to social mayhem that your desire to look after the pennies is leading us down. Talk about a false economy!

julie.burchill@thetimes.co.uk