cohesion? Could the answer be that its government doesn't hose quite so much cash onto a multicultural grievance industry?

At length we are told about the racism young Ziauddin allegedly encountered in 1960s Britain. These are peppered with long quotations - presumably reconstructed from the author's memory. The Sardars may have had to work their way up from the bottom, but 1960s Clapham wasn't exactly Klu Klux Klan territory.

Not once does Sardar thank the country where he has made his fortune. One interesting thing to note from this otherwise dreary (but actually rather dangerous) book is that British Asians talk about whites - 'goras' - in terms that sound distinctly, well, racist. Some of them really do seem to dislike us and mock us and resent us very much. The ring-fencing nature of multicultural subsidies, tax money splurged on prospering Asians at the expense of no-neck whiteys, will only increase that damaging sense of otherness.