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I spent 3 days at Royal Ascot - Britain is broken for one reason

I spent 3 days at Royal Ascot and now I know why Britain is broken

OPINION - CONOR WILSON: Royal Ascot welcomes hundreds of thousands of people each year, including the cream of British high society.

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Racegoers at Royal Ascot in morning dress

The dress code works to identify the haves from the have nots (Image: Mike Egerton/PA Wire)

As contrasting Tuesdays go, I am not sure I have ever experienced two so different. Last week, my Tuesday was spent in the midst of a mob on the Shankill Road in Belfast as they torched houses with children inside under some loose pretext of protecting women and girls.

The following week, I found myself in the midst of a different mob, this one wearing morning dress and top hats as they welcomed the Royal Family to Royal Ascot. There is much separating Belfast from Ascot. In the most literal sense, 310 miles and a £648,000 gulf in average house prices lie between them. But the distance is cultural as well as geographical. In one place, roads are closed, and shops pull down their shutters early in anticipation of violence. In the other, the day’s inconveniences amount to a queue at the bar, a jug of Pimm’s that is not quite cold enough or a longer-than-expected walk to the taxi rank.

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A handsome man at Ascot

The event features the Royal Family and a range of high-profile guests (Image: -)

Yet with all that said, as I reflected on my week in Belfast from the opulence of the Royal Enclosure at Ascot, it seemed that the link between the two places was not as tenuous as it might first appear.

The six-storey Ascot grandstand dominates the racecourse, its balconies offering commanding views of the track and surrounding countryside.

To stand beneath it, looking up at terraces crowded with the who’s who of British society, is to feel like a third-class passenger gazing towards the first-class decks of the Titanic, a ship proudly built by the working class of Belfast for the enjoyment of the aristocracy.

It is an event where it is hard not to reflect on class. It is an event where it is hard not to reflect on class as regional accents and cheap suits walk beside Lords and millionaires. Royal Ascot is one of the few places where Britain’s class system is not merely visible but colour-coded, badged and divided by enclosure.

In very few settings would these people ever come together, but at Ascot, they do, separated mainly by the standard of their dress. For some, there is a novelty in dressing up smart, one that breeds an excited energy on the faces of those for whom a trip to the races is a special day out.

For others, their top hat and morning dress are worn as a shield designed to protect them from the ignominy of being mistaken for anything other than upper-class and part of London’s elite.

The inequality is striking. Of course, it is masked, as is the modern way, as Britain attempts to pretend that the importance of class has faded, when in reality the class structure still permeates much of how we live.

But it is there nonetheless. And with Belfast so clearly in my mind, I can’t help but feel that it is the inequality so demonstrably on display at the event that is the fuel behind the disorder we saw last week.

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