Quote by P. D. James

I believe that political correctness can be a form of linguistic fascism, and it sends shivers down the spine of my generation who went to war against fascism.


I believe that political correctness can be a form of lingui

Summary

This quote suggests that the concept of political correctness can resemble linguistic fascism, as it imposes restrictions on language and speech. The speaker, who presumably comes from a generation that fought against fascism in a war, expresses concerns about the chilling effect this could have. They view political correctness as a potential threat to freedom of expression, drawing a parallel between oppressive linguistic control and the historical battle against fascism. Overall, the quote reflects a critical perspective on political correctness and its perceived impact on personal liberties.

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By P. D. James
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