Following his second round exit from Strictly Come Dancing this Saturday evening, contestant Anthony Ogogo was not a happy chappy. In fact he was hopping mad. Interestingly, the young man had a whole list of grievances following his short stint on the programme.
Talking to The Sun, the boxer seemed to suggest that his pairing with professional partner Oti Abuke had somehow been racially engineered. Moreover, the 26-year old was puzzled that the BBC had 'not spread the minorities around more.' At the very least Mr Agogo seemed to be questioning the wisdom of placing a contestant of mixed race with a professional partner of black ethnicity.
I'm not sure I quite understand what the boxer was suggesting with these comments. Would he rather have been partnered with another dancer? A white partner? Would a change of partner increased his chances of progressing further in the competition? Whisper it, but was he suggesting some kind of racist agenda hidden within this show? I'm not sure he knows either.
What he does know however is that the race card is a very potent weapon. Once he'd been booted off the show, the boxer immediately went straight into the territory of race. It was instinctive, automatic. And who could blame him?
It is by no means a reflection on the man himself, but Mr Ogogo belongs to a generation that has been lead to believe that they are nothing more than perpetual victims - especially when it comes to questions of race. And how do they know? Why because the BBC have drummed as much into them. That these kids cry 'race' at the drop of a hat should not really surprise anyone, least of all the BBC.
Significantly, the middleweight champion was said to be 'devastated' about his early exit from the show. Mr Ogogo does indeed seem genuinely aggrieved at how events have conspired against him. In the boxing ring he's a prince, but on the dance floor apparently he was treated more like a pauper. His comment of not being a 'BBC face' is all too believable.
If this is indeed a case of playing the old race card, then to use it against the most vociferous proponents of Equal Opportunity culture known to mankind - the BBC - is just about as good as it gets. Oh the irony. Talk about something coming back to bite you on the bum. Ouch.
Spare a thought for the Beeb though, caught as they must be between admiration and embarrassment.For here is an organisation that can't wait to expose racism and all those whom they deem to practice this dark art. Thank heavens for the Beeb.
So will these paragons of virtue be taking themselves to task this time? Somehow I doubt it. Have they even detected the irony? I doubt that too. Those who set themselves up as our moral superiors often lack many things, not least perspective and humility. So what chance irony?
Think about it: here is an organisation obsessed with promoting minority rights, one that has almost single-handedly convinced a whole generation that they are the eternal victims of discrimination. And now this happens. Priceless.
Indeed, in order to prove their own neutrality or 'colour blindness' as they are fond of describing it, the corporation have gone to quite extraordinary lengths in pursuing a policy which goes by the name of positive discrimination, one aimed solely at appeasing both their own consciences and those of their left-wing friends. Rather bizarrely, the upshot of this utterly barmy policy has been the emergence of an organisation that has become all too eager to promote the cause of just about anybody - anybody who is not of white, British ethnicity that is.
Hardly surprising then that we now have a whole generation ready to become indignant at the drop of a hat. Even more worrying it's one that, rather than face failure of any kind or acknowledge its own deficiencies, instantly seeks to find blame in others, blame systems, blame just about anything.
Didn't get the job? Discrimination. Didn't get into the night-club? Discrimination. Didn't get the promotion? Discrimination.
Didn't get through to week 3 of Strictly Come Dancing? Discrimination..
Or might it just be that on this occasion you couldn't cut the mustard? Now there's a novel thought. Now Mr Ogogo seems like a perfectly nice guy to me and I do have some sympathy for what he is saying. He's right to ask questions, but on this occasion, I'm afraid by jumping on the race bandwagon he's been sold a very disingenuous dummy.
Is it 'cos I is mixed-race? No, Anthony darling, it's because you didn't dance particularly well, that's all.