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voluntarily suppressed anything that might upset the status quo. While rapidly dismantling their colonial Empire, Britons continued to regard themselves as masters of the world, despising all foreigners, treating as natural inferiors all races with skins darker than theirs, and using terms like nigger and wog (not to mention Jewboy and yid) without a qualm. Endemic class snobbery came from beneath as much as from above. Most people on even the lowest social rungs aspired to speak a little “better” than they really could, taking as their model the clipped enunciation of royalty, prime ministers, Shakespearian actors, and announcers on the BBC.
    Like all great cities of the north, Liverpool lay in ruins for so long that grass grew over the bomb sites and wildflowers sprang up around the disused shelters and the giant letters SWS (for Static Water Supply). An Ealing Studios film called The Magnet , shot on location there and released in 1950, shows how, five years after Victory in Europe, whole districts around the docks still consisted of nothing but craters and rubble heaps, the latter now used by children as unofficial playgrounds.
    Seaports by their very nature tend to be individualistic places where life is lived in tougher, freer, more eccentric ways than in the nonmercantile hinterland. Even in the pungent company of Britain’s ports, Liverpool has always stood alone. Its particular character dates back to the eighteenth and early nineteenth centuries, when Liverpool merchants were the mavericks of the shipping world, earning fortunes on the infamous Triangle route that transported black slaves from Africa to the Americas, then brought home the proceeds as cotton, sugar, and tobacco. In the American Civil War, while the rest of the country maintained uneasy neutrality, Liverpool sided firmly with the slave-owning South, gave it space to open an embassy (which has never been officially closed), and built itsmost famous warship, the Alabama . Indeed, the final episode of the conflict did not take place in America at all, but in this faraway safe haven for rebels and secessionists. As defeat for the Stars and Bars became inevitable, another Confederate warship, the Shenandoah , appeared in the River Mersey. Rather than turn her over to the victorious Yankees, her captain had crossed the Atlantic to surrender to Liverpool’s lord mayor.
    Such was the attitude Liverpool would maintain into the twentieth century—its back turned to the rest of Britain, its gaze fixed admiringly, yearningly, above all knowingly, on America. America came and went each day in transatlantic liners like the Queen Mary and Mauretania , and in the savoir faire of Liverpudlian crews whose easy familiarity with fabled cities far away earned them the nickname Cunard Yanks. Even the skyline that greeted ships as they came up the Mersey had a touch of New York’s. It was composed of a wide riverfront piazza called the Pier Head and an acropolis of three giant gray stone buildings known as the Three Graces, respectively the headquarters of the Docks and Harbour Board, the Cunard organization, and the Royal Liver (pronounced “ly-ver”) Insurance Company. The last named was embellished fore and aft by a pair of matching green domes, on each of which a stone “Liver Bird” flapped its wings defiantly at the encircling gulls.
    For all this incurable New World bias, Liverpool was also the quintessential northern city, epitomizing Victorian civic pride with its central cluster of Athenian-style public buildings dominated by St. George’s Hall (called by John Betjeman “the finest secular hall in England”) and equestrian statues of the Queen-Empress and Albert the Prince Consort. Apart from the bomb sites, everything still looked very much as in Atkinson Grimshaw’s famous waterfront scene of the 1890s—the stately trams known as Green Goddesses, the pinnacled hotels, theaters, and variety halls, the gilt-encrusted chemists’ shops with giant