- Nick Griffin

A VISIT ‘DOWN SOUTH’, MORE ORGANISATIONAL PROGRESS – AND A NEWSNIGHT INTERVIEW

  

A busy few days down in the South East, where Regional Organiser Andy McBride is building a great team, including a rather promising experiment with Shire Organisers, for this sprawling region.

Ex Conservative candidate Nick Prince chairs a well attended meeting in Hastings. The local paper has a front page headline about local Labour councillors claiming that I’m ‘not welcome’ in the town, but the public postings on the paper’s website tell a different story (at least until they set their Minitru censors to work on a PC clean-up operation).

The report mentions the astounding fact that there are now ninety languages spoken in the town. A smaller story covers the fact that its average council tax bill is the third highest in England and that cuts are going to have to be made in the budget. I hazard a guess that translation services might be a useful place to start.

I have a stinking cold and, to be honest, don’t feel like being there at all, but we do a Questions & Answer session and it goes very well.  

Tuesday. Start the day with a call from a reporter on the Hastings Observer. He seriously tries to tell me that the town’s ‘diversity’ is what attracts so many tourists, although to be fair he drops that line of ‘reasoning’ when I point out that Hastings’ tourist-pulling power may just have more to do with a certain battle fought a few miles up the road.

We move on to Chichester for a far more sensible interview for the local paper’s website. This is something that’s getting increasingly common as newspapers with steadily dropping sales figures try to break out of mere newsprint and into multimedia coverage.

One question that often comes up in parts of Middle England like this is whether we can really build support in such places. We’re staying near Bognor Regis, so I point out that it produced BNP votes of up to 26% in the wards we fought locally last year.

Then it’s a few miles’ drive to a village where we’re contesting a by-election shortly. Another local paper interview followed by lunch in a pub in the heart of the ward. Candidate Albert is a dead-spit for the antique-dealing, time-travelling baddie who tricked several of the characters in a recent episode of Torchwood into opening the Cardiff time rift to let loose a gigantic devil creature. Strangely enough, our candidate is an antique restorer.

Despite its unfortunate tendencies to gratuitous miscegenation and the in-you-face promotion of homosexuality, Torchwood is a splendidly entertaining piece of pulp TV fiction - ideal for a fifty minute break from reality every now and again. The present BBC series ‘The Last Enemy’, on the other hand, is a thoroughly heavyweight political thriller, dealing with just about every theme in current affairs going. As there’s no Bremner, Bird and Fortune series running at present, that exhausts the
Griffin list of TV worth watching.

In the evening I speak at a packed meeting upstairs in a large modern village pub not far from Chichester. Retired teacher Val Manchee (a Hugenot name apparently) is the dedicated local Organiser. A group of ex- and disillusioned UKIPers swell our numbers to 90 or so. I talk in part about the Racism Cuts Both Ways project and am delighted to be handed a £2,500 donation to help pay for the advert I mention that we plan to place in the Parliamentary Monitor. Simon Darby has been negotiating this on and off for weeks.

In the end, predictably but pathetically, the editor of the Parliamentary Monitor loses his nerve and pulls our advert. I call the donor and explain the situation and he readily gives me the go-ahead to use the money for adverts elsewhere, or to add it to general funds for the forthcoming elections if (as is quite likely) there turns out to be an outbreak of collective cowardice among editors and advertising execs.

Wednesday starts with a couple of hours’ online research, then it’s off to the

Southhampton BBC centre for interviews with the local TV news networks for Kent and Oxford. Both carry the reports, thus giving us a decent bit of coverage within the region as a whole. When I first started going to regional TV studios a few years’ back, there was always a frisson of shock, curiosity or sullen hostility when staff spotted me. Nowadays, no one seems to think twice about it - another straw in the normalisation wind.

Quite a long drive through heavy traffic to Aylesbury where Matt Tait  - a young man with a thoroughly mature head on his shoulders - chairs the meeting. Peter Strudwick also speaks, giving his usual articulate and thoughtful talk, as one would expect from a law lecturer with decades of political experience (he was formerly a senior figure in the Monday Club, and my father and he remember each other from Tory politics in North London back in the 1960s. A reporter and photographer from the local paper are present throughout almost the entire meeting, although only a small story appears the following day. Still, it’s a fair report, so we mustn’t complain.

Distant memories

We’re staying in Camberley and several times we pass the entrance to Sandhurst, Britain’s great army officer training academy. I boxed there two or three times while at university. We were always a bit fitter than the would-be Second Lieutenants, and generally had the edge over them - at least until the judges that they provided totalled up their scores. What a bunch of cheating, biased old bastards they were, though the young officers themselves were always friendly and very sporting. The only way a Cambridge boxer could be sure of a win at Sandhurst was with a knock-out, or at least with a knock-down or standing count in two of the three rounds. I believe I got a draw and two wins.

The Thursday meeting is held in a golf club near Crawley. About a hundred are present - a really good turnout. Donna Bailey, still rightly proud of her recent by-election and media showings, speaks before me, and does so very well. The meeting is chaired by Richard Trower, who’s been around for some years now, a steady hand on the tiller in the area. The long journey home passes quite quickly as I use the time to write my next month’s ID article.

Peacock Club

Unusually, I’m out politicking on Friday night as well. Jackie and I are guests at the Peacock Club Dinner. Named after East Midlands BNP founder member and long-time organiser through the really lean years, the late John Peacock, the Club raises money for elections and organisational work in the East Mids. Regional Organiser Geoff Dickens acts as MC, and delights all present by telling us that the Peacock Club account at present holds more than £10,000 saved up for next year’s Euro election, and that the total is rising all the time.

The turn-out is way up on last year, largely thanks to Wendy Russell who has done a great job getting in touch with members and past members and building things. A enjoy a chat with Stuart (aka ‘The Doc’) about his times as National Press Officer and his continued work with the media spreading the fame of the BNP.

For weeks now, whenever I’ve had a spare half hour or so with the laptop, I’ve been plugging away at the Racism Cuts Both Ways project. The bulk of the original research for this was done by Alan Newark, a BNP member in Leeds, but since then I’ve been searching for more of the forgotten victims of minority racism and working through the depressingly long list to standardise the style of the reports, most of which were originally published on the inside pages of local newspapers.

The finished document is some 40,000 words long and, for now, contains the details of 142 white victims of what, according to the guidelines used by the Institute for Race Relations when considering the cases of non-white victims, were racial homicides.

I’ve written of this in the March issue of Identity and the whole issue is now a major sub-section on the main BNP website, so I won’t repeat the findings here. I do urge every single reader of this blog to take a long hard look at the hidden scandal that we’ve unearthed - and to look for ways to help tear down the iron curtain of Establishment silence about this epidemic of violence against our people.

I’m also working on an ideological book covering a wide range of subjects. Again, it’s something that only gets done in fits and starts in between deadlines, mini-emergencies and the huge amount of mental effort and time that is at present going in to building a professional management structure for the BNP. This operation is one of those ‘turning round an oil tanker’ jobs, though I’m confident that more and more people will see the improvements that are resulting kicking in over the next few months.

Appeal going well - and still running

Ged Munns, our treasury official handling the new fund appeal, calls to say that it’s doing very well. This is really good news because it’s so important that we have the hard cash needed to run by far our most ambitious London campaign ever. We’re well on the way to having that covered, but I want to be able to throw some serious help to some of our most promising Midlands and Northern areas too.

Some kind soul gave us several thousand names and addresses of UKIP members and enquirers so we’ve included them in this mailing. A few have called to complain, but others have obviously liked what we have to say and have joined the more committed BNP members in donating to help the only truly nationalist party getting properly organised in Britain.

I’m typing this up on the way back from the main BBC studios in Wood Lane, West London, to which I had to make a round trip of more than eight hours just to do four minutes with Kirsty Wark for Newsnight.

Still, this is the first time that the Beeb have actually let me in there for a heavyweight programme like that. When I was on the same programme with a prickly Jeremy Paxman (way back in 2001) I was on my own staring at a blank camera in the remote studio in Birmingham, and when with the far more affable Gavin Essler threats of some kind of walkout by leftist staff members led to the interview taking place in a hastily hired hotel room in London.

Kirsty was polite, though not exactly the warmest person I’ve ever met. Four minutes isn’t truly enough to into a subject properly. For a start it always takes a bit of time to get into the swing of these things and my response to the first question is shaky. After that I reckon things go well though.

Pakistan Poison

Simon comes away fairly sure that they will cut the  piece where I say that it’s impossible to talk about the catastrophic problem of hard drugs in multi-cultural areas without discussing the role of Islam and the Pakistan connection. I’m not certain, not least because the piece we shot took exactly four minutes as scheduled so any cut will start to complicate things later in the evening. We’ll know by the time this is posted

[So I can now confirm that the controversial piece was indeed left in. Also that our inquiry lines today have been busy with people who saw the Newsnight piece and were both pleased to hear the plain unvarnished truth from the BNP, and angered that the BBC wouldn't put me where the occasion demanded - in the studio debate so that we could discuss things properly over a decent length of time, rather than a token four minutes. The cowardice of the likes of Jon Gaunt in refusing to share a platform with me beggars belief.]

To say that the UK heroin epidemic is overwhelmingly the consequence of successive governments’ Pakistani enrichment social engineering experiment may be impolite, but it is all too true. It is also true that heroin is a serious problem for very many innocent families the Pakistani community - it’s something done to them as well as by them. But the overlap between Deobandi Jihadist activism working to destroy the Western kaffirs with heroin, and conventional criminality, is as pervasive as its impact is pernicious.

If anyone wants to take to me court (yawn!) over this then there’s a wealth of evidence to back up my assertion. Ex-Tower Hamlets Labour MP Una King was quoted in a major article in the Independent on heroin intimately connecting it to the Muslim community in East London Brown heroin epidemic Asian community. There are also a considerable number of academic reports on the subject, for example the material showing that the explosion of brown heroin use in the UK was directly related to immigration from Indian subcontinent, follow the link here and scroll about halfway down to the section about Bradford if you don’t believe me: www.uclan.ac.uk/facs/health/ethnicity/reports/bradfordbridge.htm

Or you could Google Badruddoza Chowdhury Momen BD Foods, for an example of a fine upstanding (and very wealthy) member of the heroin-smuggling community.

Alienated and radicalised

It’s not a matter of millionaire crooks. Anyone who doesn’t grasp just how alienated and radicalised young second generation UK Pakistanis are, and the extent to which they identify with both the heroin Mr Bigs and Islamist terrorists, has no right to be involved in the British news media. The problem has already created a social and personal disaster for communities and families the length and breadth of Britain; sooner or later the level of illicit gun possession among these people is going to lead to something far, far worse.

When it happens, of course, the BBC will lead the Establishment’s wailings about how no one foresaw or could have foreseen the trouble brewing. And they’ll pretend that the next series of surrenders along the road to a rolling armed Islamist takeover of Britain are merely wise acts of accommodation which will help to ‘isolate the extremists.’ Those whom the Gods would destroy….

Leaving London at a quarter to eight for the second half of a more than eight hour round trip (one hour travelling for every 30 seconds on air with Ms Wark) we’re going to home way too late to eat. So I dig out the Good Book that is a permanent fixture of my car. Although this one is now a couple of years out of date, the CAMRA Good Beer Guide is an invaluable tool not only for tracking down a decent pint but also for ferreting out reasonably priced and wholesome food in unfamiliar parts of the country.

An historic gem and a great pint

It also allows me to give frequent travellers on the lower stretch of the M1 this priceless tip: Don’t ever go into the Toddington services for an overpriced sandwich again. Instead, take the Junction 12 turn to the small town of Toddington, less than a mile away. It’s a gem - a lovely mix of Elizabethan, Georgian and Victorian architecture, a broad village green and, best of all, a good half a dozen pubs, including three in the Good Beer Guide. There’s even one called The Griffin.

We settled for the Oddfellows Arms, as the wonderfully named Sow & Piglets apparently only does soup and sandwiches. The Oddfellows’ bar ceiling is covered with the handpump clips of literally hundreds of different kinds of real ale that have been served there over the years. The pint Simon and I each had (Martin, driving, sticks to water) was certainly very well kept, and the chicken and bacon in stilton and leek sauce was great value and very tasty (even though neither of us could find any leek). As a major plus, the carrots were cooked, rather than the semi-raw woody orange wedges that all too often get served up in poncy up-market restaurants.

Home not long after midnight. Wake up to wall-to-wall radio station coverage of the ban on RAF personnel wearing uniforms in Peterborough. The Muslim aspect to this story even surfaces on the more in-depth BBC coverage. What doesn’t come out, however, is the fact that this is neither a one-off nor just a matter of PC surrender to a bit of verbal abuse.

Sitting ducks

Service personnel near Islam-enriched towns and cities all over the country were told months ago by the MoD not to travel around in uniforms, and to keep their job and military ID card a secret from minicab drivers and such like. This remarkable step is the MoD’s response to the fact that lone individuals identifiable as services personnel are sitting ducks for violent assault, or even kidnap and Jihadist murder, by radicalised ‘British’ Muslims or fifth columnist asylum-seekers.

It’s all well and good for Gordon Brown to bray about how they should wear their uniforms, but unless he’s prepared to let them also carry - and if needs be use - handguns for personal defence, then sooner or later his populist electioneering rhetoric and recommendations will get some poor young squaddie beaten to death like Lee Martin, or kidnapped and brutally murdered by one of the hundreds of home-grown would-be Jihadist death squads at present cutting their teeth on benefit fraud, narco-terror drug dealing, the sexual abuse of pubescent English and Sikh schoolgirls, and beating up local white lads with baseball bats.

Meanwhile, the indigenous side in the low-to-medium level civil war brewing in this country is getting its training and its anti-Islamic education in the futile wastes of Iraq and Afghanistan. Our “boys from the Mersey and the Thames and the Tyne” will come home battle hardened and bitter, only to find that, while they were away seeing their mates killed or maimed thanks to substandard equipment, or billeted in conditions that would get any asylum-seeker a huge compensation payout, their country has gone even further down the road to becoming an Islamic republic.

It’s all going to get very messy.

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