Theresa May's immigration speech was as tawdry as it was contemptible

London, eh? What a ghastly place. A seething, impenetrable, web of humanity. A vast, choking, metropolis that is, once again, one of the dark places of the world. A vision of hell, frankly. That, at any rate, would appear to be what Theresa May, the Home Secretary, thinks. If she did not think this, if she did not consider the capital a multi-coloured blot on the face of modern Britain, she would not, I assume, have alleged this morning that “When immigration is too high, when the pace of change is too fast, it’s impossible to build a cohesive society.” There is, she added, “no case, in the national interest, for immigration of the scale we have experienced over the last decade.” If only Britain had enjoyed, for the last five years, a Home Secretary capable of getting a grip on this apparent problem. So Mrs May, when are you resigning? For that matter, were you wrong when you said, as recently as March this year, that British virtues – though they are not uniquely British – of tolerance and liberalism were the means by which “we have made our multi-racial, multi-cultural and multi-religious society succeed”? And is the Prime Minister wrong when he said, as recently as July, that