Call the midwife? No, call immigration ...

HERE’S a story you may have missed, since it didn’t get much coverage in the newspapers and appears to have been ignored by the broadcast media. I only stumbled across it when I was trying to catch up with what had been going on while I was taking a short break.

Very l i ttle, from what I can gather. But this one parable of our times grabbed my attention.

It languished at the bottom of Page 11 of last Thursday’s London Evening Standard and although it was followed up in a couple of other publications, I can’t help feeling it deserves a wider audience.

‘Three police officers had to step in to deliver a baby in front of shocked commuters and tourists in the morning rush hour at Marble Arch.

‘The officers ran to help the woman after being alerted by passers-by. Ambulance staff provided instructions over the phone and she gave birth shortly after 8am.

‘One witness said: “We could not believe what we were seeing in a tourist spot in London in broad daylight. The woman was obviously in distress and the officers were brilliant at calming her down. They are real heroes.” ’

On OnE level you could argue that this is a heart-warming human drama, a precious new life safely delivered into the world by our versatile and compassionate British bobbies. But we’re not talking Away In A Manger here. This is a real ‘Oi, Doris!’ eye-opener, which only serves to underline the insanity of our open borders immigration policy.

We are not told much about the woman i nvolved. She i s variously described as ‘ homeless’ or a ‘ rough sleeper’ as if she i s the unwitting victim of cruel circumstances.

Her identity has not been forthcoming from either the Metropolitan Police or University College Hospital, where mother and baby were taken.

A couple of the reports do say she is a ‘ migrant’ and point out that Marble Arch has become a magnet for Eastern European vagrants — although obviously they don’t use the word ‘vagrant’, which could be considered judgmental, probably racist and most certainly offensive towards a vulnerable minority. So I think it’s fair to as s u me that she’s one of the many Eastern European gypsies camped out around Hyde Park, who do so much to enrich the diversity of our capital city, bringing with them their traditional skills such as aggressive begging and pickpocketing.

A group of these valuable and talented folk recently decided to make their home at the memorial to all those slaughtered by Islamist suicide bombers on the London Transport network ten years ago.

They had converted the memorial plaque into a dinner table, and were using the nearby bushes as a toilet.

From time to time, the authorities make a half-hearted attempt to move them on, by offering to pay for air fares back home, which is usually Romania. But even those who take up the offer come back again.

While this country remains part of the EU, there’s nothing we can do to stop them, either. Even in the unlikely event of a referendum vote to pull out, this particular woman is now the mother of a British citizen and will never be deported. And, presumably, now she has a baby, we will be expected to provide her with suitable accommodation and the full panoply of welfare benefits.

She may well become a useful and i ntegrated part of British society and her child may grow up to discover a cure for cancer. Or not, as the case may be.

BUT, honestly, what was she doing here in the first place? What special gifts do she and her fellow ‘rough- sleepers’ bring with them? Do any of those responsible for promoting ‘diversity’ and open borders really believe that it’s a good idea to invite itinerant people with no job and no home; with whom we have nothing in common and no duty towards; and who have no intention of contributing anything positive to our society; to travel across a continent and establish an open-air gypsy camp in one of our world-famous royal parks?

Could anyone have envisaged that one of London’s best-known monuments would one day become a makeshift maternity ward, with three coppers playing Call The Midwife?

We are all going to hell in a handcart.