Let’s check in on the health of multicultural Britain — literally. Assimilation and integration are so unsuccessful that tribal practices from faraway lands are being imported here and causing enormous health problems, both to the body politic and to the individual body. Try to hide away from these horrid truths if you like, but without direct government intervention, these problems are only going to get worse.

Helpfully, a recent private member’s bill has been introduced to Parliament that seeks to ban one such practice — that of first cousin marriage. This bill has been introduced by former Conservative Party Chairman Richard Holden, whom I have criticised heavily in these pages. But Holden deserves a lot of credit for being one of the few parliamentarians to stick his head above the parapet on this issue. I don’t imagine his mailbox will be very pleasant for a long while now, and certain groups will correctly feel that this targets their culture, and will be likely to express their unhappiness.

Because this bill is indeed targeting an aspect of certain cultures that have grown in number in these islands in recent decades. Holden also paired this practice, again not without risk to himself, to the horrors of forced or arranged marriages inside the UK, and “strict honour codes — where expressions of individuality can be subject to social isolation, violence and even death — dominate thinking”.

A newly elected independent MP, Iqbal Mohamed, rose to object to the ban. It felt like a watershed moment. In many ways, I respect the courage it took Mr Mohamed to rise to his feet and defend what could delicately be termed a “controversial” opinion. But of course, to many in Britain today this isn’t a controversial opinion. It is their everyday family life. Many disbelieve the medical facts and attribute the resulting genetic defects of their own children to other factors.

If brave women didn’t fight the “culture war” on trans, how many more women would have been hurt?

Mr Mohamed’s line of defence was a small c conservative or even libertarian one, focused more around education on the issues, and advocating healthcare screenings than the hammer of the law being brought to bear. I fear, though, that the time for such gentle efforts has long since passed, and there have been so many victims of our squeamishness and inaction.

We all know that many sorts of disgusting and debilitating practices have been happening on British soil for many years now. No one wants to stick their neck on the line and link it to the growth of cultures quite alien to our traditional past. On cousin marriage specifically, back in 2008, Labour Minister Phil Woolas called this the elephant in the room, and was met with the now predictably familiar accusations of “islamophobia”, despite Mr Woolas stressing the cultural rather than religious nature of the problem.

Just how many more children have been born with excruciatingly painful and debilitating conditions that have blighted lives and cost taxpayers billions since 2008, when nothing was done? And the population in the UK who are likely to commit to cousin marriage has grown a great deal since then.

Take Bradford. 25 per cent of the city’s population is Pakistani in origin, according to the 2021 census. Research from 10 years ago that studied the health of more than 30,000 people there found that about 60 per cent of babies in the Pakistani community had parents who were first or second cousins.

A follow up study more recently found that that figure has dropped, but is still a staggering 46 per cent. Heartbreakingly, chromosomal, genetic and congenital anomalies account for 25 per cent more deaths of young children in Bradford than the national average.

These are the real-world consequences of cultural mores and practices. And they are why, as Roger Scruton once said; “Culture Counts”. In the book of the same name, he said “All serious cultures are founded on the distinctions between right and wrong, true and false, good and bad taste, knowledge and ignorance.” He goes on to contrast this against the new, relativist ideology that holds that “all cultures are equal and judgment between them absurd”.

So-called “culture warriors” are not the nasty mean thugs that the Guardian paints them as; they are people who care deeply about the real world and the consequences that culture has on the health, wealth and happiness of people affected by living in our culture. Or cultures, as we now have in Britain.

Take the much more widely discussed “culture war” battle over transwoman in biological women’s spaces, be they prisons, changing rooms or rugby pitches. If it wasn’t for brave women fighting the “culture war” here — how many more women would have been attacked or hurt in these areas?

More numerous still are the numbers of children convinced to mutilate their bodies because they were told those bodies were “wrong”. There are many children who will now hopefully be spared these unthinkable acts of evil because of “culture wars” being fought — and won — by caring parents and concerned whistleblowers.

But we in Britain lack the confidence to speak openly, plainly, empathetically about culture and the effects that it has, in a way that we don’t when it comes to debating, say, economic issues. This is understandable to an extent; I am much less scared of being labelled a Thatcherite (guilty as charged), than I am of being called a racist, sexist, homophobe, transphobe, Islamophobe, or any of the other munitions fired across in the culture wars.

However, there are real world victims of these “culture” wars, whether they are children born with health defects from cousin marriage, or mutilated at the Tavistock Clinic. We owe it to them, and all the future potential victims of new fronts of the culture wars that are opened up by the enemies of our culture.

And we owe it to, to all those bound by British culture, whether they are living, dead, or those who are to be born. We must defend, and promote, and uphold our culture as something glorious, worthy of defence, and superior to all those tried around the world thus far. Or we will miss it when it is gone.