The End of Wokery

Wokery: A Brief, Bewildered History

Once upon a time, being “woke” meant you were alert to injustice—particularly racism and inequality. But somewhere between brunch and a Twitter storm, “wokery” became a cultural force, a punchline, and, occasionally, a threat to common sense.

In the UK, this trend got a boost from organisations like Stonewall, which began with the noble aim of advancing LGBT rights but eventually morphed into something resembling a HR department on a power trip. Stonewall’s workplace “diversity champions” scheme saw major institutions graded not just on inclusion, but on how eagerly they adopted Stonewall’s ever-evolving glossary. Pronouns proliferated. Bathrooms were rebranded. A London university advised staff not to say “mother.” Yes—mother!

Egregious examples? A police force investigated a man for liking a tweet. A museum in Liverpool reclassified a World War II Spitfire display as a “symbol of oppression.” Even tea—blessed, innocent tea—hasn’t escaped scrutiny for its colonial roots.

Wokery often dances a fine line with freedom of speech. Say the wrong thing and you’re not debated—you’re cancelled. It’s all very Orwellian. In fact, 1984 now reads like a how-to guide: Newspeak, thoughtcrime, and the Ministry of Truth all bear uncanny resemblance to today’s online mobs and overzealous policy documents.

And yet, there’s comedy gold here too. The Guardian once ran a headline: “Is it time to cancel snowmen?”—a question surely dreamed up after a hallucinatory oat-milk latte.

Of course, social progress matters. But when wokery turns every minor offence into a federal case, the result isn’t justice—it’s absurdity. Orwell saw it coming: a world where language is weaponised, history is rewritten, and everyone’s terrified of saying “good morning” in case it’s not inclusive enough.

Well, you wont find any wokery here.