Wrong! This must have been one of the most disjointed, flimsy, feeble and absurdly and patently biased pieces of liberal reporting it’s been my misfortune to watch for some considerable time.

Oborne began by attacking various newspapers for sensationalist headlines and inaccurate reporting – picked the Sun, the Express – but not a mention of the Mail, for which he is a well-paid media whore. Could he not find an example of the Daily Mail making money by parroting BNP rhetoric and analyses? And are Muslims the only people sometimes unfairly treated by the media? Try being in the BNP! Try being a young white working class male (“Hoody”, “Chav” “Failure”)

He also criticised media reporting for covering cultural differences, and for occasional statements that Islam is ‘backward’. Outrageous, of course. For with a growing population which regards various medieval practices as divinely ordained, things such as second class status of women, the innate inferiority of Unbelievers, honour killings and brutal ritual slaughter of animals look set to be part of the future.

It is, of course, true that the press often seek to sell papers by using sensationalist stories about Muslims refusing to roll up their sleeves in hospitals. But no coverage of ethnic cleansing of whites, Sikhs, Hindus and West Indians from Muslim areas. No coverage in the tabloids of the grooming of pubescent English girls for short brutalised lives of drug addiction and prostitution. No coverage of the endless wave of beatings and stabbings of young white and Sikh lads by gangs of Muslim thugs. No coverage

Part of what quickly became a very low quality, ‘preachy’ propaganda cosh then went on to glance briefly at events in Windsor a couple of years ago. I’ve spoken to residents in Windsor, and the trouble there certainly wasn’t about “shaven headed Muslims clashing with white thugs”. It was about tooled up Muslim men beating up local women and children, something which was never properly discussed in the media.

“Islam means peace” claim by an Imam – a blatant lie – accepted without hesitation by Oborne, who knows perfectly well that it’s not true.

Then a visit to Walthamstow to show vulnerable young Muslims playing pool and behaving themselves. But not a word about the frequent racist attacks by scores of youths from the so-called ‘Paki Panthers’ in the area against non-Muslims at the local college.

The short piece from Stoke at least credited the BNP with telling it like it is, but then missed the point actually illustrated by the blunt local chap telling group of our activists about his own Muslim cockroach analysis: Far from the BNP ‘winding things up’, we’re actually much more moderate and polite than huge numbers of perfectly ordinary non-political people, and the ‘Islamophobic’ papers sell not because they are in some way leading public opinion, but because they are reflecting and following it. The divisions which will one day prove Enoch Powell all too right are already there, the stage is already set for the ghastly finale of the play put on by the liberal-left elite.

Towards the end we came to the reason for the programme. It was an exercise in damage limitation; preparation for when the bombers or assassins next get through – as we know that Special Branch and the other elements of the British security establishment know they will. Because, you see, it’s all our fault. Not just the BNP, but every Brit who dares to object to the Politically Correct elite’s efforts to give our country away, or to any of the huge range of unpleasant symptoms of mass immigration, ranging from not feeling at home in the street you were born in right through to being blown to pieces on your way to work.

So when the next attacks happen and the backlash that the authorities now expect follow as a result, leading to a spiral of inter-communal violence, then if The Powers That Be are forced to intern hundreds of young Muslim thugs and amateur jihadists, no one will mind too much if they also cart away a few senior BNP officials in order to show how ‘fair’ the clampdown is. Because, as Mr Oborne has explained, they’re only blowing things up because we shift uneasily when some humanoid in a burka gets on the bus, or because we have an irrational objection to people beating up innocent women on the backstreets of Windsor. As the late, great Peter Simple used to write, “We are all guilty”.

Or was it? Should we really take Oborne’s offering at ham-acted face value, or was it actually intended as a piece of satire against the BBC and media chatterati? Or perhaps it was in reality something even more radical? Was this actually subtle black propaganda? For Oborne’s fuzzy liberal words will for most viewers - at the crucially important subconscious level - have been overwhelmed by the triumphalism of the giant mosques, the excruciating ‘otherness’ of the repeated wailing calls to prayer, and the fact that the majority of people shown in the programme were Muslims (“see,” says the deep subconscious, “they are taking over. Just look at them all”). Perhaps, rather than a raspberry, we should send Mr. Oborne a complimentary BNP membership card.

There again, it was a thoroughly shallow piece of work which deserves no plaudits whatever the intention of those who made it. Stick to your pieces in the Mail, Peter, because you’re a good writer, but a lousy TV personality.

The UK: Recently in the UK there have been warnings about the dangers of private planes being used as weapons by Islamic terrorists!

What does the University of Salford do?  Why, it supports a scheme to teach Muslim students to fly small aircraft!

Barking! Absolutely barking mad! And this scheme is sponsored by a supposed seat of learning - a University - in conjunction with a group that goes by the name of ‘Heartstone’, a UK-based non-profit organisation which builds understanding across different nationalities. Also involved are the Students’ Union and the Islamic Society and Federation of Students of Islamic Societies.

Not content with this stupidity, the organisers dare to use the “9/11″ and “7/7″ tragedies as the raison d’être for the whole affair is that these Islamic outrages have deterred the spirits of many young people, especially Muslims.

Honestly, you can’t make it up!

Read the full story below:

Students taught to fly

Neal Keeling 30/ 6/2008

STUDENTS are being encouraged to learn how to fly planes in a project by the University of Salford.

Eighty students from the University - mostly from Muslim, black and minority ethnic backgrounds - have flown a glider or trainer aircraft as part of the scheme.

The project - titled Festival of Flight - is opening doors and opportunities for students who have felt excluded from the world of flight due to their race and also aims to ground stereotype views of young people from black and ethnic backgrounds.

One student who took part is Rozaidah Abd Rahman, who co-piloted a two-seater plane in Scotland.

She said: “Flying was definitely an experience that I would not trade for anything in the world. It was just an amazing feeling when I was up in the sky. You get a different kind of excitement and a sense of freedom to go where ever you want to go.

“I really had the time of my life. When I landed I could not stop smiling and saying the word ‘awesome’. I personally recommend everyone to experience flying at least once in their life.

“Great moments are born from great opportunities. Festival of Flight will continue to give more opportunities like this to aspiring Muslim youth who have the passion, not just to fly but also to achieve their dreams in any other walk of life.

“The 9/11 and 7/7 tragedies have deterred the spirits of many young people, especially Muslims. This festival uses the theme of flight to open up their eyes, create a forum through which different people can who would otherwise not come together can meet and exchange ideas and experiences.”

Photo-exhibition

The project will go public a photo-exhibition which will be opened by Salford MP and Communities Minister Hazel Blears this Friday.

The exhibition is part of a festival of flight at the university which will also be attended by aircrew from the Royal Air Force and United States Air Force, light aircraft pilots and balloonists.

It has been organised by Heartstone, a UK-based non-profit organisation which builds understanding across different nationalities, Salford University Students’ Union and the Islamic Society and Federation of Students of Islamic Societies.

Heartstone photographer was given access to fly with frontline squadrons in the RAF and USAF capturing images taken flying across the Alps and even through a rainbow.

The Royal Norwegian Air Force also took part.

The festival will have four main themes: the exceptional skills of those who work within aviation; the construction of aircraft; the origins of flight; and aviation pioneers who fought prejudice.

The Festival of Flight photo documentary was launched in 2004 by Heartstone with the assistance of Chief of the Air Staff, Air Chief Marshall Sir Jock Stirrup via funding from BAE Systems and Rolls Royce.

It is being presented in the north west in partnership with Salford University.

Story source: Manchester Evening News

If we had been entitled to any radio airtime, of course, we would have had to decide what subject to cover in our five minutes. In London, this was obvious – we needed a broadcast which might get noticed by the media (and, indeed, our use of the Lord’s Prayer did get a mention on primetime London radio just this evening) and which would encourage ‘ordinary’ Londoners to think more carefully and favourable about the BNP and to vote for us.

But in the country as a whole, with vast swathes not even having elections this year, and with BBC Radio 4 having a fairly liberal, middle class listener profile, a direct appeal for votes would have had less of an effect that a broadcast simply intended to cause a degree of cognitive dissonance in the average listener. The aim would have been a longer term one than scrabbling for a few extra votes this time around – better instead to implant in even somewhat hostile listeners’ minds the seed of an idea that “the BNP aren’t just a one-trick pony; in fact they were telling us about problems which affect us directly now even before we’d even heard of them elsewhere.”

For this reason, the draft (and hence slightly overlength) national radio broadcast for this year focused on raising awareness of the issue of Peak Oil, and connecting the urgent national need to prepare for this epoch-changing challenge with a more current middle class preoccupation – the ongoing property crash and the Government’s willingness to bail out their big bankster friends, while seeing ordinary families thrown to the financial wolves.

We think the resulting broadcast would have made more than a few thoroughly serious people – perhaps even including some media commentators – begin to reassess their opinion of the British National Party. There is certainly no doubt that the connection between soaring energy prices and peak production is finally being made with increasing clarity. As the pain from this historic change really begins to bite, many more people will remember where they first heard not only about the problem, but also the nearest to a solution that we’re going to get – from the far-sighted, long-termist British National Party.

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Monday. Just time to get through a big block of emails (but still not all of a backlog that built up a few weeks ago – if anyone sent anything important and hasn’t heard back, resend it. And if it’s not important please don’t send it, either to me or to any of key colleagues, as we all have too much of our time wasted by the invaluable curse known as email! If it’s not absolutely vital that a specific person doesn’t read an email, then don’t even send it – that way we’ll be better able to deal with the ones that really do require our personal attention. Thanks.)

Then it’s time to set off for a series of meetings in the Mid-West. As I leave I’m pleased to see that the big lump of frogspawn laid the other week in the larger of the two small ponds I put in last year is growing well. I’ve separated some of the eggs and put them in the other pond, just in case the main mass of them vanish down the elegant long throat of one of the herons that occasionally fly overhead on their way to the lakes in the old peat-workings up on the moorland to our east.

The first meeting in the Mid-West week is in the heart of the New Forest, right on the border with the South East region. It’s chaired by local Organiser Ian Johnson. Also present is South West Regional Organiser Peter Mullins and South East Deputy RO
Mark Burke.

Mark very often attends meetings in his capacity as a member of the growing BNPtv team, complete with broadcast quality camera. Tonight, however, he’s here to speak while the filming is being done by Nick the English Warbow maker (who has promised a display at this year’s Red-White-and-Blue – part of the event that I’ll certainly make sure I get to see)..

I’ve decided to try out a brand new speech tonight. It’s based on the work of US sociologist James C. Davies, published back in 1962, on the seven common denominators in political revolutions. More than sixty people are packed into the hotel room, some having to stand. There are a number of disillusioned UKIPers as well as committed BNP activists.

We start at eight and finish a long Q&A session at around about eleven. We have the whole hotel to ourselves, including the barrel of Ringwood bitter that the owner has got in specially for us. It’s slightly warm (the solution, for those unused to serving beer straight ‘from the wood’ and thus sitting in a warm room, is to drape the barrel with a couple of beer towels soaked in cold water and with a bag of icecubes shoved between them on top of it) but still very drinkable.

Mark Burke explains the new regional pyramid structure being developed in his region to widen the circle taking responsibility. His presence here is an example of the approach bearing fruit, because the South East’s overall Regional Organiser is busy at a meeting in Sussex, where Arthur Kemp is the guest speaker tonight.

Mark’s well received and deeply practical talk is followed by Peter, who gives an enthusiastic and enthusing account of progress in the far South West and nationally on things such as the BNP website.

During the break I talk among others to the friend of the homemade windmill builder I wrote about after my visit to nearby Bournemouth last year. Apparently he’s got most of his drive and gear mechanism built now, so the project is coming along well.

Another Post Office closure

Tuesday, so it’s time to head to Swindon. Stop en route at a Post Office on the edge of Salisbury. A notice says it’s closing permanently on April 1st “after national public consultation”.

That’s NuLabSpeak for them telling us what they’re going to wreck and hand over to their greedy Big Business friends as the liberal-fascist corporate state is imposed on the sullen and restless peasants. The Post Office, of course, is being stripped down for privatisation under a combination of EU and World Trade Organisation rules designed to turn public services into private profit centres.

Wiltshire is also under pressure from planned hospital closures. As elsewhere, land and buildings donated by individuals or paid for by public subscription over several generations is now being claimed by NHS bureaucrats as belonging to them. These community assets, truly part of our national commonwealth, are then sold for yuppie housing developments with the revenue used to offset the impact of the worst Government neglect and cuts.

The same relentless concreting over of our farmland and the gems of our Green and Pleasant Land is going on around the edges of Swindon. The Council plan to build over a huge swathe of countryside at Coates Water between Swindon and Liddington Hill and the chalk downs. This is the countryside that Richard Jefferies wrote about so movingly in books such as Story of My Heart and his wildlife writings.

These were a great favourite of mine when I was at University. I identified very closely with his slightly lonely raptures at the beauty of the rolling hills, majestic beech trees and the huge skies of the downs country (anyone who has ever run or cycled up the Gog Magog hills a few miles south of Cambridge, as I used to, will know how similar they are to the Wiltshire downs).

Swindon BNP Organiser Ray Morris and several other local members have taken the day off to show me around, and we go to look at Jefferies birthplace (sadly the little museum is shut) before braving a cold wind to see Coate Water and the Site of Special Scientific Interest that the Government plans to build over to enrich its developer friends and make room for even more immigrants into a country shortly due to overtake Holland in terms of overcrowding.

We also stop to be photographed with one of our local candidates on the piece of open green space near Swindon centre where a BNP campaign against proposals for a major mosque development seem to have pushed the threat back – for the meantime at least.

A big part of the afternoon is taken up in the superbly designed STEAM museum of the Great Western Railway that has been built in some of the huge railway factory buildings created by Brunel in the 1840s as he embarked on one of his greatest engineering projects in the days when Britain led the world in science and industry.

As we wait to go in we are passed by a classroom full of local (judging from their ‘diversity’) primary school children. They are clearly excited about their visit but are well behaved. One of the teachers with them is a youngish man (quite unusual among primary schools in particular, which is a national problem as the lack of male role models for young boys is clearly socially damaging. Of my primary school teachers, I guess that Mr. Bush from Monken Hadley is long dead, though I hope that the much younger Mr Crowe who – apart from the disastrous brush with ‘new maths’ - was such an inspirational headmaster at Cookley & Walpole in Suffolk is enjoying a well earned retirement).

But to return to Swindon, this chap spots me from across the entrance hall and comes straight over, checks that I am who he thinks I am and shakes my hand warmly – in full view of several of his colleagues. Something very deep and very radical is stirring in this country.

The STEAM museum really is worth a visit. Several full sized steam engines are awesome in their engineering, size and the sheer beauty of their shining steel and brass and gleaming paintwork. No wonder it’s said that all small boys during their heyday wanted to be engine drivers.

Equally interesting are the short video recordings of former workers from the giant site talking about their work there. The enjoyment and pride they derived from their hard and sometimes dangerous job shines through, and highlights the extent to which globalisation has been and remains a crime committed by our elite against the workers and working class communities of Britain.

At the meeting later I ask how many present have been to see the museum. About half raise their hands, which means of course that even some of the most nationalistically and social justice-minded people in the town and surrounding county haven’t been there yet. No doubt the proportion from further afield who haven’t even heard of Swindon’s STEAM museum is way higher.

Which means that most of my readers now have a new ‘must-see’ place to add to their list. Those with younger children or grandchildren in particular should make it an enjoyable duty to take them, so that they can learn a bit about the things their ancestors did, endured and achieved as the people of our land created the modern world.

Next door, for those with a deeper interest in history or actual research to do, is the National Trust’s national records archive. Despite its regrettable and sickly diversions into PC, the National Trust is one of the greatest institutions in today’s torn and corrupted Britain. The patriotic socialist visionary William Morris would surely be proud if he could see what his creation has become and achieved.

Salisbury contingent

In the evening, around 65 are present once again. There’s a wide audience range, including a good group that has travelled up from Salisbury. I talk to several from the city during the break – another good sign, the awakening of Middle England.

The significant number wearing regimental ties show Wiltshire’s long links with the British Army. Cllr Mick Simpkin is just one of those with a long service career behind him, while several are still serving.

Sit down for a while after meeting with Mike Howson and Tris Simpkin to discuss short- and medium-term plans for the Young BNP. It’s impossible to overstress the long-term importance of getting this right; we need to make a big investment in attracting and training young generation. I tell them I’m very willing to invest – on a scale that will dwarf the sum total so far ever spent on such things in the past – but only once they have been able to find and train the people needed to provide a nationwide infrastructure. It’s essential to build on firm foundations.

Wednesday – we meet Andy Bamford, Mendips Organiser, and several other Somerset activists in Shepton Mallet. On the way we pass through Bradford-on-Avon – a beautiful little town, a sort of miniature Bath – must go and visit sometime. Drive on to Wells and Glastonbury – it’s shocking to see that the handful of large factories that used to employ hundreds each, are now closed, derelict or bulldozed for more overpriced housing developments.

Cheddar Gorge

We also drive up the spectacular Cheddar Gorge. I’ve been here before, having first hiked down it after a cold, wet night trying to sleep in the back of an empty stock trailer, while on a camping holiday with a school friend. We were fourteen – an age at which two boys these days would, I guess, not be allowed to vanish to the other side of the country. Back then, though, being given some real scrumpy by a kindly farmer’s wife when we stopped to buy a piece of real Cheddar cheese was probably the most ‘dangerous’ thing that happened all week.

In one of the caves along the Gorge was found the skeleton of a 9,000-year-old Stone Age hunter-gatherer. DNA tests found that a local village school teacher was one of his direct descendants. So much for those ‘nation of immigrants’ fairy tales by which the PC Brigade seek to deny us our special status as indigenous people in this, our ancient homeland.

Somerset really is a lovely county – highly recommend for a late Spring visit straight after the May elections if you don’t yet know it.

The only drawback this week is that the extremely windy (as in winding, not as in gales) roads make it unpleasant to type on the laptop for long. Plus, of course, the temptation to gaze out of the window at the first signs of another Spring are much higher around here than in less fortunate counties.

The Guardian today describes the BBC’s White Season as “a feather in the cap of the BNP”. Indeed it is. Everyone who saw it has been particularly impressed by the remarkably sympathetic programme on Enoch Powell. I can almost forgive them for their cynical demonisation stunt when they had me on Newsnight from a studio so ill-lit that we were tripping over cables and steps, with a black and red backdrop which gave out subconscious associations with bombed out buildings, war, Hitlerism and Count Dracula. Perhaps next time they should bring along an actor in the advanced stages of AIDs in a dark hooded cloak and riding a very pale horse. And don’t forget the scythe!

We meet for the evening in a smart modern village community centre. ‘Somerset BNP meeting’ is up on the notice board of the week’s events. Most places are now booked openly in our name – another sign of the sea-change now sweeping the country. 60 are present. Robert Baehr speaks first. Robert came to the BNP from the environmentalist movement – he has the great honour of having been imprisoned for his part in the bid to save Twyford Down from being devastated by the Winchester by-pass.

He gives a thoughtful, passionate speech about the links between immigration, overpopulation and environmental degradation. Andy chairs the meeting. Bruce Cowd, organiser for the south and western side of the county also speaks, urging individuals to step forward and take a bit of responsibility for their own patch – a message that needs to be heeded the length and breadth of the country.

I develop the theme mentioned in my speech the other day – how to all of us over about 45 this is now a foreign country, while no younger person can really begin to understand what Britain used to be like when we were growing up. It is a huge transformation – nobody asked for it, nobody likes it, but it has been imposed by liberal elite nonetheless. They’ve used our taxes to turn the past into a foreign country – and the future into a nightmare of globalised poverty and ethno-religious strife.

One of the many people I talk to before the meeting and during the break is a gent who tells me that he spends half his time on business in Spain, overwhelmingly with British ex-pats and white flight émigrés. He suggests that we should be looking to organise among these people and is very pleased when I tell him that the job is already in hand. I promise to put him in touch with the team we are putting together to develop this. We’d be very interested to receive emails from other members or supporters either living in or who travel to Spain frequently, and who would be interested in helping too.

Thursday. We stay in the town of Street, near to the far better-known Glastonbury. In the morning I walk to the paper shop, only to find that the Post Office branch here too is due to be closed. No date has yet been set for this hammer blow to the local community, but it will fall, because the disgraceful Labour/EU privatisation plan can only offer a suitably tempting meal to global capitalism if the less ‘productive’ sections of this vital public service have already been scrapped before the final betrayal and sell-off.

The view from Andy Bamford’s kitchen window illustrates two of the other big problems facing towns like Street – a hundred yards away bulldozers are clearing away the last rubble from the main Clarke’s shoe factory. The newer section that survives further out of town is now mainly a storage and distribution depot for imported foreign footwear, and the old site where hundreds of local people used to work is earmarked for more houses (even though services in the area are being cut back).

Still, at least this new yuppy estate is being built on brownfield land. The orchard between it and Andy’s house, on the other hand, has also been ripped up, and more houses are going up on what until just a few months ago was productive farmland. This in a world facing a rapidly worsening food shortage. Madness!

Another megalithic masterpiece

Then it’s off to meet a few of our Bristol people, including one of the BNP’s main admin workers, Michaela McKenzie, and Mark Clutterbuck, head of our Central (staff) Management Team. We meet as arranged at the remarkable Stanton Drew stone circles. Some of the stones in this little known but huge Neolithic monument are every bit as big as the magnificent ones at Avebury and, despite the chilly wind, it’s a trip well worth making.

Having strolled through this giant monument built by some of our distant ancestors, we retire to the nearby Druids Arms (as ‘immortalised’ in The Wurzles’ song “When the Common Market Comes to Stanton Drew”) for a bite to eat and (in my case) a pint of Doombar, up from Cornwall, where local brewery Sharpe’s sponsor various sports and events, including the gruelling rowing races in traditional sea-going gigs that are so popular around the Cornish coast.

From there, we walk a half mile or so along a green lane (well, actually, a rather muddy track, but ‘green lane’ is the official term) to the smallholding of a couple of long-standing British nationalists. Graham and Eunice Manning were nationalist stalwarts in Bristol and Somerset as long ago as the 1960s – I remember a photo of a demonstration they helped organise against greedy banks, complete with a mock millstone around the neck of one of the activists. That would have been about thirty years ago, but the message is as topical and potent as ever.

It’s lambing time for their small flock of pedigree Suffolks. Cute now, the lambs that don’t go for breeding will end up slaughtered, butchered and sold locally – the way our farming should be ordered whenever possible. By the way, our plan at home for Easter Sunday centres around a leg from the biggest of the three lambs featured in my blog early last summer. All are now safely in the freezer, and replacement cades will be arriving to be bottle-fed any day now.

After a chat in front of a proper real fire we head back to our cars and then off to Michaela’s home on the edge of Bristol where I get a couple of hours to write and to work online with Richard Barnbrook and Mark Collett, who are in Leeds together putting the finishing touches to the BNP entry for the London Mayoral election booklet that will be sent to every home in the capital. These will be put online on our London BNP website in due course, but for now we want to keep them under wraps.

The far-left are frantic about our Bristol meeting tonight, and all day various journalists and polytechnic lecturers pretending to be journalists deluge us with calls as they try to find out the venue. They’ve announced a demonstration outside Bristol BBC studios over my appearance on Newsnight – the real reason of course is their forlorn hope that not only will they find the venue but also that they’ll have enough bigots and silly students to be able to move on to picket and stop the meeting.

Given that the hotel room we use is absolutely packed with members and supporters, and that our South West security team is particularly sizeable and well-trained, the chances of their having success tonight are pretty much zero. Mark Clutterbuck and Michaela McKenzie do a double act running the meeting from the top table, which I share with the imaginative and rebellious anti-EU/anti-tax campaigner Robin de Crittenden, who makes a truly inspiring speech. Then it’s home through the night.

Two events to savour

And since then? A mass of admin catch-up work; more discussions and actions on our continued management structure and training operation; some time off over Easter splitting wood and walking dogs. And two bits of really good news:

Mark Logan’s tremendous win in the Gooshays ward by-election in Havering. The stunned silence in the media says all that needs to be said about the scale of this victory.

When we first won the seat two years ago, we did so by taking the third place in a three seat contest, with two Tory councillors ahead of us. This time, we easily top the poll. It’s a remarkable achievement to increase our vote by 10% in a by-election caused by our councillor stepping down for work reasons - and this is done in the teeth of a massive push by Labour (who flooded the ward with activists, putting out an amazing four different leaflets on polling day alone), a big effort by the Conservatives, and a deliberate no effort campaign by the LibDems (hoping not to split the ‘left’ vote).

Furthermore, the need to carry on with our mass distribution campaign throughout London meant that this wasn’t even a full-on BNP campaign. Local activists put in a huge amount of work, and I’m glad that I took the opportunity to lead a BNP security team that spent half a day leafleting the northern part of Gooshays ward on last month’s big London Day of Action. I hope that the owners of the magnificent black chow who befriended us on our way around were among our voters – their amiable dog certainly seemed to approve of us.

That such limited efforts paid off is a testimony to the public mood, and to the fact that our candidate has treated the ward as if he was already its councillor throughout the last year. This is what really does the business in local politics – votes are secured many months in advance through low key local work while all the other parties are swanning around in the town hall.

“Not on your TV, but on your doorstep” has to be the message of every BNP candidate to local voters if we’re to see more great wins like Gooshays.

The Tory and UKIP votes collapse, and our margin over Labour is very comfortable, even though the Labour vote actually rose. Clearly the contagious financial collapse that has spread from Wall Street to the City hasn’t yet started to bite into Labour’s vote. But it will do, when the crisis in the financial sector spills over to create pain, and plenty of it, in the real world.

Even before that happens, however, this result shows that we’re on a roll in London in the run-up to May 1st. The far-left websites are aghast. But the outcome in London still depends on whether this result galvanises our people or theirs to try even harder in the few weeks that remain. On the face of it, only massive electoral fraud can deny us one seat on the GLA. A second one, by contrast, would take a huge amount of winning. The next wave of leaflets are at the printers now – it all depends on how many people make the extra effort to travel to London and help our hardworking local teams all over the capital put them out.

Pigs again – at last

The other piece of good news is personal – we’ve got pigs here again. After several years without any since the terrible Foot & Mouth outbreak, we’ve just bought a pair of sturdy Oxford Sandy and Black weaners. Their unusually long coats make them ideal outdoor pigs, so although still a rare breed the Sandy and Black (also known traditionally as the Plum Pudding Pig on account of its markings) is making a bit of a comeback. They certainly don’t seem to feel the cold, even though we wake on Easter Sunday to find the surrounding hills are all wearing nightcaps of snow, the pair chase each other happily. Pigs play ‘catch’, don’t let anyone tell you anything different.

The boy is definitely lined up for the freezer after, we hope, a happy summer here in the Welsh hills. His very talkative sister’s fate will be decided in due course; if she’s a friendly, docile, considerate beast she may well be kept on as a breeding sow (her markings are classic for the breed, complete with four white trotters). If she’s headstrong or keeps biting our boots, on the other hand …..

For now though, they divide their time between the feed trough, burying themselves in the deep straw in their corrugated iron house and snoring contentedly, and fossicking around in the grass for extra tasty morsels. Not a bad life at all.

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.

“The last taboo.” That is how a sympathetic journalist who wouldn’t wish to be named described the issue of racist violence against white people to me a few months ago. All sorts of problems caused by mass immigration and multiculturalism are now regularly discussed in the national newspapers; even racist sexual predation by Muslim youths has broken through onto Channel 4 and the pages of The Sunday Times, but still no one will talk openly about the silent epidemic of racist targeting of indigenous Britons for assault, robbery and murder by ethnic minority criminals.

Ask 100 members of the public to name a victim of racist murder in Britain, and it is guaranteed that 99 will answer “Stephen Lawrence.” Ask them to name another and those who can will probably say “Anthony Walker.” Ask them to name an English or British victim and 99 of them will look blank. Some will even be incredulous, brainwashed by decades of media coverage - and non-coverage - into believing that white people cannot be the victims of racism or racist violence, since these are crimes that we do to others, not offences that others commit against us.

The reality, as probably our entire readership already knows, is very different. To find out just how different, we have just completed a detailed analysis of two sets of data produced by pro-multi-cultural Establishment institutions, using their methodology and figures to show that violent racism against indigenous Britons is a major social and law and order issue, one of the most pressing - and distressing - problems of our time.

Ou starting point is the most widely publicised liberal-left ‘analysis’ of racist murder in Britain in recent years - the report issued at the start of August 2006 by the Institute for Race Relations. This featured heavily in the broadcast media, made the front page of The Guardian, and was covered by all the main newspapers with suitable expressions of national guilt and shame.

The Institute for Race Relations study claimed that there had been 45 race murders in Britain since the 1999 publication of the McPherson Report into the Stephen Lawrence murder. It named the victims as:
Andrea Dykes, John Light, Nicholas Moore, Stelios Economou, Harold (aka Errol) McGowan, Liaquat (aka Bobby) Ali, Joseph Alcendor, Ben Kamanalagi, Hassan Musa, Zardasht Draey, Jason McGowan (1999), Zahid Mubarek, Santokh ‘Peter’ Singh Sandhu, Kombra Divakaren, Jan Marthin Pasalbessi, Glynne Agard, Mohammed Asghar, Abdi Dorre, Tariq Javed, Khaliur Rahman, Sarfraz Khan (2000), Gian Singh Nagra, Fetah Marku, Shiblu Rahman, Shaun Rodney, Sharon Bubb, Firsat Dag (2001), Peiman Bahmani, Shah Wahab, Derrick Shaw (2002), Mohammed Isa Hasan Ali, an unnamed Asian man, Paul Rosenberg, Johnny Delaney, Awais Alam, Quadir Ahmed (2003), Kris Donald, Shahid Aziz, Akberali Tayabali Mohamedally, Bapishankar Kathirgamamathan, Kalan Kawa Karim, Lalji Joshi, (2004), Marek Smrs, Kamal Raza Butt, and Anthony Walker (2005).
Now, of course we condemn without reservation all violence and particularly murder, regardless of the race, creed or colour of either the perpetrators or the victims. But we are not prepared to be brow-beaten by Political Correctness into accepting artificially inflated, institutionally anti-white propaganda bias.

DOCTORED LIST

The first three names on the IRR list are those of the victims of David Copeland’s ‘homophobic’ attack on the Admiral Duncan pub in Soho. Clearly the victims of a hate crime, these three whites murdered by a racist who also loathed homosexuals nevertheless have no place on a list of racist murders. If the Soho Bombing was to be included, then it would be in order to balance that by listing the 7/7 Bombings’ dead as the victims of minority racism, but we believe that both sets of murders involved politically motivated terrorism and have no place in the figures on racist killings. That brings the figure down to 42.

Kriss Donald was the 15-year-old white victim of what was probably the most sadistic racist murder in British history. The IRR couldn’t even spell his name correctly but, in any case, he does not belong in a list whose clear purpose is to portray racist murder as a crime against coloured people. That leaves 41.

Three of the alleged victims - Jason McGowan, Shaun Rodney and Harold McGowan - were found dead in circumstances that led the police, even after the white racism hysteria that gripped the Force after McPherson, to conclude that they had committed suicide. That leaves 38.

Fetah Marku was a Kosovan who was beaten to death by a black gang and Kamal Raza Butt died after being punched in a scuffle by a black and mixed-race gang in a heavily multi-racial area of Nottingham. In order to have a true picture of the extent of the problem of white racist violence, both men must therefore be removed from the list. That leaves 36.

A number of the other victims also died in circumstances which make it distinctly questionable whether or not race was a factor. The drug addict who murdered Lalji Joshi, for example, had earlier attacked a number of other homeless people who happened to be white; the passenger who murdered Sarfraz Khan was “off his head on drugs” at the time. Mohammed Asghar was stabbed to death in a fight outside his restaurant, but the jury found that the white defendant had acted in self-defence. Kombra Divakaren was beaten to death by a youth gang who he caught robbing his shop. Although Tariq Javed was murdered by white passengers in his taxi the police said there was no evidence of any racial motivation. Ben Kamanalagi was a bouncer who was beaten to death in retaliation for having thrown a man out of the club where he worked.

Despite the question mark over these six deaths, however, we decided for the purposes of our study to accept their classification as racially motivated, and then use the same IRR assessment criteria in our parallel study of white victims of racial murder.

The IRR report claims that the cases it lists have a “known or suspected racial element …. Many investigated by the police as possible racial crimes.” Their definition of suspicion is clearly broad (significantly broader than the standard that we have set in our assessment of cases involving whites), but generally conforms with the recommendation of the McPherson Report itself, under which any incident is to be regarded as racial if it is perceived as such by someone - whether the victim, their family, members of the local community or political analysts.

So, accepting the IRR’s own assessment, and only removing from their list the most obvious propaganda exaggerations, we accept for the sake of comparison the figure of 36 recorded non-white victims of racially motivated killings by white criminals since February 1999. Clearly this is a shocking figure and one which, taken alone, suggests that there are serious problems festering at the heart of the ‘multi-racial experiment’.

The marked tendency of the police and the media to play down or even ignore incidents of all levels of seriousness when white people are the victims rather than the perpetrators of racial attacks makes it very difficult to collate a comprehensive list of the white victims of racial murder.

Every BNP community activist in every ‘enriched’ part of the country will have first-hand experience of complaints from the victims or relatives of victims in our community of disgraceful and extraordinary police efforts to persuade - even coerce - them not to report incidents with BME (Black Minority Ethnic) perpetrators as ‘racist’.

In so doing the police are ignoring completely the guidelines laid down in McPherson, where it is said that an incident is ‘racist’ if anyone perceives it to be, and that the police have no discretion to contradict victims, relatives, eye-witnesses or even entirely non-connected members of the public.

“No one is to maltreat the Abos in any way …. If there’s anybody watching,” went the Monty Python Australian sketch and, taking us to be the ‘Abos’ (which, in a very real sense, we British Aborigines are), that’s exactly the situation today - except that the authorities don’t just recommend the turning of a blind eye, they actively apply pressure to force people to turn away and see nothing, and if any particularly stubborn natives insist on saying what they saw, the police very often simply refuse to record it.

Further skewing of the statistics arises from the fact that the police are extensively trained to recognise pointers for white racism - the criminal Searchlight gang has even been paid to train young officers in the ‘racist’ implication of certain tattoos and obscure political cult slang.

But a typical English town such as Hastings now has - we were told last month by its proudly multicultural local paper - more than ninety languages spoken by its residents. There are individual schools in London with more than 100 languages among pupils. In which of those languages are the local constabulary trained to recognise ‘racism’?

“Black b******” or “Why don’t you f*** off back to Kosovo?” would immediately be seized upon as evidence of racist motivation sufficient not just to get any accompanying offence classified as ‘racist hate crime’ but also to add several years to the potential sentence. But not a single police force in the country has laid on so much as a single training session or provided a set of recordings to give investigating officers or majority victims the slightest chance of knowing that the non-English verbal accompaniments to a mugging, rape, beating or stabbing meant “English slag”, “white trash” or “get over here and help us teach this kaffir a lesson he’ll never forget”.

Yet without such all round training, policing a multi-cultural society, or analysing crime statistics, inevitably becomes an exercise in demonising and discriminating against the one community whose crimes are likely to be reported as racially motivated, but which becomes virtually invisible when it comes to assessing victim status.

This anti-white bias automatically produces a double dose of what (if it occurred to any immigrant group) liberals would call ‘secondary victimisation’ - the process whereby, having become a victim of some kind of crime, an individual or community is further harmed by lack of remedial action or justice from the Powers That Be.

First, the inability of the police even to recognise anti-white or anti-non-Muslim motives and behaviour means that crimes against these groups fail to receive the priority treatment which is supposed to be given to ‘hate crimes’. Thus there is less chance of the perpetrators being caught and of other potential offenders being deterred by the knowledge that their proposed crime would be taken seriously.

Second, the fact that race hate motiv-ation will not be identified when members of our community are the victims denies them any possibility that the guilty parties will receive the mandatory extra sentence for racially aggravated offences laid down in the Crime and Disorder Act 1998.

The first of these two problems in particular compounds with active police and court bias against recording crimes against our community as racially motivated to produce sharply skewed statistics which drastically downplay the true extent of white victimhood. At the same time, the Politically Correct refusal to face inconvenient facts often produces a media veil of silence which covers up or downplays to minimum local coverage even extremely serious anti-white racist crimes including murder.

Thus the incidents covered in our own investigation into the problem have mainly been traced and recorded with the help of local newspaper reports submitted via the Internet. It is highly likely that the apparent ‘increase’ in the racially motivated killings of white victims from 2001 onwards is in fact accounted for by the growth of Internet use in collecting the details of the attacks, and that the figures for previous years therefore underestimate the full extent of the problem.

Despite these difficulties, the list of white victims of racist murder which we were able to compile for the same period as the IRR report runs to 142 dead. The individual, family and community tragedies involved in each one of the brief accounts of racially motivated (defined according to Institute for Race Relations practice) murder are beyond comprehension. The statistics for racial murder in Britain in 2006 can, by contrast, be readily understood and are best expressed as a ratio…and it’s almost 4:1, i.e. nearly four whites slain for every non-white killed.

The grotesque racial disparity involved in these figures can be understood by considering the percentage of ethnic minority groups within the population as a whole.

In 2006, when the parallel studies ended, BME communities made up approximately 9% of the population. Further back towards 1999, of course, this proportion would have been smaller, but for simplicity of maths and in order to avoid any possibility of being accused of trying to massage the statistics, we will use this maximum figure even though it actually distorts the figures slightly against our argument that race murder in modern Britain is overwhelmingly a BME crime.

INEQUALITIES IN CRIMINALITY

The crime ratio should be equal to the population ratio. So non-whites should be committing approximately 9% of any given crime. However, out of a total of 178 killings classified as ‘racial murders’ according to the IRR criteria, 142 saw white victims slain by BME assailants, with 36 involving the liberal stereotype white racist/coloured victim.

BME killers targeting white victims were thus responsible for a staggering 79% of traceable racist homicides in the UK between 1999 and 2006. This is an over-representation by a factor of more than thirty four.

Thus non-whites were, in the period 1999 - 2006, forty times more likely to be committing racial murders against white people on a per capita basis than the other way round. White victims are over-represented to the same degree.

Shockingly, a further BNP investigation, involving an intensive study of Home Office data and crime statistics by professional Systems Analyst Tony Shell, suggests that this figure - which is essentially based on figures culled from the institutionally anti-white media - seriously understates the true extent of the problem.

Full details of what Mr. Shell (who is also the BNP Plymouth Organiser) has uncovered are published on the ‘Racism Cuts Both Ways’ sub-section of our main website (scroll down to the bottom for Mr. Shell’s excellent pDF format reports). Together with the depressingly long list of white victims of racist homicide, this material provides by far the most in-depth study into the problem ever published in Britain.

In an effort to spread public awareness of this problem, to collect more information about it, and to build support for our efforts to do something about it, the BNP Press Office and Treasury Departments agreed that in addition to our Internet coverage we would also roll out an advertising programme in carefully selected mainstream press organs.

We were encouraged in this by an approach from the Parliamentary Monitor, a highly specialised and influential magazine which circulates among MPs, Chief Execs and similar well-connected members of the ruling political elite.

We were offered the opportunity to buy advertising space in its March edition and, after several weeks of haggling, settled on a full page, which would summarise our findings on this extremely important social and law and order issue, and advertise our online campaign to explain how ‘Racism Cuts Both Ways’.

Although sure that the appearance of such a feature would set off a fire-storm of controversy and publicity, we were less confident that the Parliamentary Monitor would actually have the guts to see the project through. And so it turned out, for within 24 hours of our submitting our carefully and moderately worded copy for the feature, Simon Darby was called by their embarrassed advertising department and told that an editorial decision had been taken to refuse to publish it.

Needless to say, we will not be letting the matter rest there. The new sub-section on our website will be launched regardless by the time you read this. It will include the page rejected by the Parliamentary Monitor. We will try to place advertisements for it in other mainstream publications, and we will be working on other ways to expose the problem and the Establishment’s disgraceful failure to address it.

We will not rest until we have broken this final taboo, just as our growing impact on British politics has already forced the old parties to break the taboo on discussing many less ‘sensitive’ problems created by mass immigration and multiculturalism.

We will do this not because we hate the immigrant populations from which the killers emerge, for we are well aware that the vast majority of them would have no truck with the brutal activities of the criminals in their midst.

On the contrary, the people who must be blamed and held to account for this hidden scandal are the politicians who created the multicultural ‘experiment’, and the media editors, police chiefs and the old gang politicians who have deliberately drawn a curtain of silence around so many of these victims and the misery of their loved ones. They will not forget, and nor will we; neither will we forgive.

This article was first published in the March issue of Identity, Britain’s foremost Nationalist magazine.

See the Identity web site here.

Last night our Elections Department chief Eddy Butler, South East Regional Organiser Andy McBride and I held the first of the interviews for potential GLA top up list candidates. We met the first two on our list in the slightly eccentric function room of a splendid Elizabethan pub just north of the M25 near South Mimms.

After the selection interviews, we squeezed into the by now packed public bar where I gave a speech to a mixture of BNP members from the northern edge of London and this part of Essex, and a few non-political but definitely sympathetic locals. We were nearly all standing up so I kept it fairly short. The Real Ale (Marstons and Greene King) was excellent, and the occasional heckling from the pub parrot only added to the atmosphere and the fun. We did a Q&A session afterwards and covered a wide range of subjects over perhaps another 30 minutes, finishing by about ten.

I point out at one stage that we’re only a couple of miles from where I was born and brought up in Barnet. Even at the age of about seven I and my primary school friends were allowed (compelled!) to walk to school every day, about half a mile along roads and over a common near Hadley Wood. We were all told by our parents not to talk to tramps, but apart from that neither we nor our parents had any concerns or fears. We had to be home for tea before dark, but apart we were free to play in the woods (we had a rope and log swing hanging from a tree over a muddy brook) and amble home when we wanted. We, in other words, had a proper childhood - something denied to so many children in crime-ridden, pervert-stalked, fear-filled Britain these days. Only when criminals are properly punished again will a new generation get back the freedom that we had and which so many of our children have never been able to enjoy.

Mollycoddle the criminal minority or protect the rights of the innocent majority?

That’s the choice that all ruling elites have to make. We all know which side the Westminster parties take - and whose side the BNP is on! This afternoon our interview panel is seeing the main block of GLA hopefuls, and I’ve then got another branch meeting to speak at before heading home. I’ve done meetings over the last couple of weeks in places as far afield as Birmingham and Newcastle (a particularly well-attended affair as a hard-hitting local Patriot leaflet against Labour council plans to reinvent part of the west of the city as ‘Asia Town’ is really pulling in new enquiries and members).

On top of that there’s been a large amount of backroom work - everything from staff meetings, management conferences, the first Constitutional Review meeting and a very welcome visit to the very smart new Excalibur unit. A flavour of all the progress we’re making behind the scenes is carried in my article in February’s Identity and in a photo feature in this month’s BNP British Nationalist members’ bulletin. Those really ‘in the know’ about these advances and others in the pipeline are very excited about them, and I’m sure that the rest of the party will be too as news of it all filters through.

We’ve had some truly awesome press coverage in the first few weeks of this year, especially in London and the South East. Particularly good was the press and TV coverage of Richard Barnbrook’s bold appearance at the head of the police pay protest march in central London, and Donna Bailey’s very positive double page spread in the Daily Mail and appearance on regional TV news.

All this will help put us very firmly on the political radar for the GLA elections in May. The next national Weekend of Action in the capital will be on 16th - 17th of this month.

I know we’ll have a good turnout from various parts of the country as we did back in January. That said, please can we see a good team from the South West this time? Back in January I know that our ‘deep south’ people were very busy with good work about the plans for a big mosque in Plymouth, while the mid-West were busy with a by-election near Calne (where our intervention lost UKIP a seat they’d gained by a defection). But with those out of the way chaps and chapesses, we hope to hear some West Country ‘burrs’ at the Saturday evening social!

Of course, the biggest factor effecting turnout on a weekend in the middle of February is invariably the weather. So far at home in mid-Wales we’ve had a thoroughly disappointing winter - not even enough snow to turn the ground white, let alone to make the dogs go crazy as they do when they’ve got drifts to dive into and snowy slopes to roll and wriggle down.

By mid-Feb real cold begins to get unlikely, but in Suffolk where I used to live it was always said and believed that winter had a second bite at the time when the blackthorn was in flower, and its tiny delicate petals (precursors to the sloes that can be used with equal amounts of sugar and a lot of work pricking the tiny black-blue fruits to let out their juices and to turn - in time - cheap supermarket gin into something well worth drinking) are usually at their peak over the couple of weeks around then.

So while I love the crisp beauty and the otherworldly changes wrought by snow and hoar frost, I’ve got my fingers crossed for a mild and spring-like weekend in London on 16th - 17th. And I hope to see plenty of you there.

“The Griffin clique makes the BNP unelectable.” Needless to say, this isn’t exactly a new smear, nor is it one traditionally only directed at me; as mainstream commentators such as Peter Hitchens and Richard Littlejohn have pointed out so often, smear-words such as ‘Nazi’ and ‘fascist’ have been routinely thrown by the liberal-left at anyone who has warned of the dangers of mass immigration over the last forty years.

What is new, however, is that I’ve recently been called this by a group  of individuals who claim publicly to be mainstream nationalists, but who privately are ‘hardliners’ who loath our paper ‘Freedom’ because it is ‘soft’, who hate BNP members who happen to be Jewish, and who are bitterly hostile to Dave Hannam’s Great White Records operation precisely because it is moving nationalist music on from the grim, raucous, counter-productive hatred of the old neo-Nazi Blood & Honour scene with which they still associate.

A few of the small group currently attacking people like me and Mark Collett on account of things we said or wrote more than a decade ago in my case, or when he was no more than a boy in Mark’s, possibly genuinely believe that we haven’t changed. Most, however, are perfectly well aware of the fact that the real extremists who still infest and discredit the fringes of the British nationalist movement are at present heavily involved in an attempt to work with the far-left (shades of the Molotov-Ribbentrop Pact!) to discredit the BNP in general and me in particular. If one looks at their blogs, for example, nowadays one can hardly see any difference in the smears between them and those of the far left. Interesting.

Why is this? Why am I so hated by the Blood & Honour skinheads who Kenny Smith and Sadie Graham invite to their ‘socials’, want to bring back into the party, and use to try to intimidate decent nationalists? Because they once believed I was one of them ideologically and spiritually, and have quietly fought me and the other genuine modernisers every inch of the way as we’ve sought to remodel the BNP and make it electable.

Behind the scenes, their little group kicked up a huge fuss when I refused to kick out Lawrence Rustem because his father was a Turkish Cypriot.  Lawrence is now a very well-respected BNP councillor, but they still want him out. The allies of the phoney ‘modernisers’- individuals who have been shown on television as grown men ‘sieg-heiling’ as little as two years ago, in displays of seriously politically suicidal moronicism - tried to force me to sack Martin Wingfield several years ago for the ‘crime’ of quoting in Freedom press coverage of a northern BNP council candidate saying that he wasn’t a racist and loved his mixed-race grandchildren.

Precious diversity

Now, I have done more than anyone else to establish the ‘BNP line’ that holds passionately that human cultural and genetic diversity is as precious as the diversity of the rest of the natural world, and should be preserved, which leads us to reject racial integration and to have far more in common with black separatists such as the younger Muhammed Ali than with liberal-capitalist promoters of miscegenation.

But there is a world of difference between holding as we do that people of goodwill of all races and cultures should preserve our God-given differences through mutually agreed separation, and the brutal and politically disastrous hatred exhibited by the ‘14 Words’ cultists when they describe the unfortunate young victims of propaganda-induced racial integration as ‘muds’ and want to expel a grandfather from the BNP because his grown-up daughter fell in love with an African.

Yes, I expect almost everyone (non-whites included) reading this will agree with me that we wouldn’t want to see it in our own families, but to claim that the Party or the State has the right to interfere in private affairs of the heart displays all too clearly the fanatical intolerance produced by the very un-British totalitarianisms of the bloody 20^th Century. Totalitarianisms of which the worst examples were Hitler and Stalin, whose heirs are now in league running various smear websites to do down the modernised BNP - and those of us who created it.

The cultists’ anger against me and the mainstream BNP grew even greater when Pat Richardson stood for us in Epping Forest and became our first ever Jewish councillor. According to them Pat shouldn’t even be in the party, let alone be one of our biggest council group leaders.

Nazi Militant Tendency

The final straw for this ultra-right Militant Tendency within and on the fringes of the BNP came in March 2006. Concerned about the influence of cranky neo-Nazi conspiracy theories on the Internet, and in an effort to rid the British nationalist movement for good of the taint of Nazism, I published online a ground-breaking article: By their fruits (or lack of them) shall you know them. Read it here.

The introduction set the tone: “If the neo-cons didn’t have the ‘world-Jewish conspiracy’ theorists to hamstring patriotic opposition to their war, they’d have to invent them. Nick Griffin warns against a monumental blunder.”

It was this article more than any other which convinced the neo-Nazi Militant Tendency that unfortunately still lurked in the British nationalist movement that “Griffin must go”, and that they must seek out any conceivable allies, ranging from the far-left to gullible populists, in their bid to pull off a ‘coup’ against not just me but also against the spirit of the BNP’s constitution and the clearly expressed views of the Voting Members at two successive conferences.

Despite having been written nearly two years ago, the article is as relevant as ever, and I urge even those who read it at the time to take the time to re-read it once again. It should have been on our site permanently already but our former web editor, after only publishing it under pressure from me, twice secretly ‘spiked’ the article. Thus the most serious attempt to put behind us the mutually supporting vicious circle of gentile anti-Semitism and Jewish hostility to gentile nationalism since NF founder AK Chesterton published his ‘The Tragedy of Anti-Semitism’ was repeatedly sabotaged by an individual now running an anti-BNP blog propagating the myth that I stand in the way of modernising the BNP.

But at least, by reading the whole of my article that so angered them and their Nazi thug allies, and which so alarmed the Searchlight Zionists who make such a good living out of nationalist anti-Semitism, you will understand what this is really all about: This is a battle for the heart and soul of the British National Party, and perhaps even of nationalism in the entire English-speaking world.

While some of us do indeed have ‘extremist’ pasts, the point is that they are truly in the past, and that we’ve done something truly extraordinary in not just moving on personally, but in bringing the vast bulk of a once institutionally extreme movement with us and into a new era of genuine, principled modernism.

On the other hand, a small clique (relentlessly backed by the far-left) has been plotting behind the scenes to use lies, character assassination and deceit to hijack the BNP and drag it back into an ugly past of mythical ‘Jewish conspiracies’, juvenile cross-burnings and crude race hate.

Meanwhile, someone within the same clique has now provided (sold?) the addresses of an unknown number of BNP members to an openly neo-Nazi outfit to send them advertising material for clearly illegal and deeply disgusting extremist propaganda. To those decent BNP members who have in the last couple of days received unsolicited mailshots from one Simon Shepherd I can only apologise and urge them to consign the filth to the bin. Shepherd is the hardcore and unreconstructed extremist who set up and ran John Tyndall’s Spearhead website, and will no doubt have taken malicious delight at the thought of disturbing decent people’s New Year’s Eve with his political pornography. Greater proof of the bad faith of the Smith/Graham/Blake gang, and - apart from our former web editor’s hacking of the private email accounts of national and local BNP officials - a greater betrayal of the trust that was placed in them, it is hard to imagine.

Fortunately, the moment their plotting was uncovered and exposed, they lost not just that battle but the entire war. We are now in the mopping up phase, with a whole team of loyal people working hard not just to return things to ‘normal’ but to improve things (as regular visitors to this site will already have seen over the last couple of weeks) and actively seeking to learn lessons from last year’s near brush with disaster so as to ensure that our new organisation is even stronger and more stable than before.

And, meanwhile, we’re pressing on with the vital tasks for the New Year - particularly organising to win in London in May. That’s why BNP activists from all over the country will be joining our hard-working colleagues in our capital city on our first Weekend of Action on 19^th - 20^th January. I hope to see you there - working to push the electable, modern, moderate, principled British National Party to another record high on our long road to the summit of power that we must scale to save our land and our people.

May 2008 be our best year ever, rid of elements who have sought to hold us back, and filled with the promise of electoral breakthroughs which will see our beloved country pulled back from the brink.  I wish you and yours the very best for the New Year.

Nick Griffin

Leader, British National Party.

This will enable us to carry on ticking items off our vital ‘preparing for growth’ shopping list. It’s so vital that we’re ready to catch the flood tide of nationalist fortunes that everyone can feel is on the way. Many thanks to all those who’ve contributed so generously already, and I must urge those who might have put the donation slip behind the mantelpiece clock to fill it in and join all those people like you helping to fund the future growth of the only party with the potential to turn things around for our poor tortured country.

A few months back I predicted that next May’s GLA elections gave us such a great opportunity to break through into the political big-time that we’d soon see all of the far-lefts’ embedded assets within the BNP emerging from under their rocks in one last desperate attempt to wind up the naive and gullible in a bid to destabilise the party and knock us of course.

  Right on cue, we found them – allied with a few other unsavoury elements and some well-meaning dupes – all primed and ready to go with a ‘palace coup’ attempt in January. When I was elected to lead the BNP in 1999, the only person who could call an Extraordinary Meeting to change the core parts of the party constitution was the leader. In order to end this dictatorial and thoroughly un-British state of affairs, I called such a meeting and there gave to the newly formed Advisory Council the failsafe power to bring the elected leader to account by calling such a meeting.

But, of course, in our imperfect world each solution brings a fresh potential problem, and the last few months have seen increasingly frantic and blatant attempts to push BNP stalwarts off the Advisory Council. They were to be replaced with supporters of the little group who want to remove power from the leader, the members who elect the leader, and the Voting Members who now control policy-making, and to run the whole thing themselves as a totally uncontrolled junta. What is it with the ones who used to be genuine? Greed? Insecurity? Juvenile arrogance? A secret extremist agenda? Knowing that their own failings are about to catch up with them? Yes, all those things – it’s not a pretty sight.   

Lancing the boil last week has inevitably led to a fraught and unbelievable hectic time in the run-up to Christmas, but it will soon be last year’s news, leaving all the good people to get stuck in to the GLA campaign.

The other evening we had an excellent and very productive regional meeting in the North West. Last night a meeting of BNP activists in Glasgow voted unanimously to condemn the little clique of troublemakers. The same response has come from the South East, South West, London, North East, Eastern Region and West Midlands. I’m off to Leicester’s AGM tomorrow, and am meeting with key people in Wales on Monday.

All day I and other key people have been fielding calls from members of the vast loyalist majority – people are now getting angry about all the lies being thrown at us, and in the case of officials at being badgered and bullied in unsolicited telephone calls from the clique (the would-be wreckers, of course, have nothing else to do with their time, while the good people are getting on with running and building the party).

Many of the more experienced members and especially the activists are working out for themselves what’s at the back of the anti-elected leadership agitation by using the simple but always reliable test: Cui Bono? Who benefits from this?

Tonight several good activists were turned away from the back street pub venue for a secretively organised rebel meeting in Bradford. The thirty people there included the wretched woman who threw away the biggest ever BNP poll lead in the country in Keighley, plus some individuals who aren’t even in the BNP. Still, all the paid up members were handed invitation letters to a proper Yorkshire regional meeting, being held in Leeds next Tuesday. I’ll certainly be there to explain what’s been going on, and to answer any question that anyone wants to raise. I hope very much that Chris Beverley and Ian Dawson will be there too, because many good people have questions for them as well.

It’s too close to Christmas now, but come the early New Year I think we need a big meeting in every region, to give everyone the chance to ask questions, listen to the BNP answers, and plan ahead for the vital campaigns in the year ahead.

Press interference

Meanwhile, the press are starting to sniff around. No doubt the coverage will be designed to help the opposition. It’s pathetically obvious really: The other day we had the Independent running a not-really-national-news story about the nationalist trade union Solidarity. The point of the article was obscure until one reached the last paragraph – Solidarity admits non-white members (as all unions are bound to do by law).

That, you know, is designed to give ammunition to those trying to wind-up ‘hard-liners’ against a supposedly ‘soft’ BNP leadership (for we give Solidarity considerable support, not least because our members need a union that won’t turn its back on them if they need help).

Next – you mark my words – we’ll get more not-really-national-stories in the papers about how ‘extreme’ the current BNP leadership is. Those, you see, will be intended to alarm the ‘softer’ members. Watch out for the lies along those lines, coming to a newsstand near you shortly. Do the people who dream up these patently transparent stunts really think that BNP members are stupid?

Talking of stupid, Labour toad and Searchlight crony John Cruddas is busy touting silly tales about us around the House of Commons. A shame he can’t concentrate on getting his constituents affordable housing.

Sounds familiar?

On the subject of newspapers, Daily Mail columnist Richard Littlejohn today has a reworking of the Doctor Doolittle song ‘If I Could Talk With the Animals’. Justly mocking Gordon Brown for his ‘talk with the Taliban’ U-turn, it includes the lines:

“If I could talk to the Taliban/Give asylum to the Taliban/Mobile phones, council homes, long term loans/To the Taliban/Then they would vote for me!”

Not bad Richard, but I can’t help thinking he’s been listening to my own ‘I’ve Got A Brand New Leather Jacket’ – now several years old but still repeatedly surfacing on websites and even the occasional independent local radio station:

“Oh I’ve got a brand new leather jacket/And a brand new mobile phone/Brits they live in cardboard boxes while we get furnished homes.” And so on.

It takes quite a while for me to get through to Martin Wingfield today to discuss briefly the production schedule for our publications next month. He explains that the phone is ringing off the hook with people renewing their membership, and that the Gold Badge scheme is again proving very popular as people seek to wear their commitment on their lapels.

Everyone is noticing the huge improvements to the website since the new team took over. In fact, the change is so marked that I guess it’s inevitable that new web editor Arthur Kemp will get it in the neck in smear terms pretty soon. The established media really fear our Internet ability to cut through their veil of deceit and reach our people directly with our message of warning and real hope for a better future.

Visit the London BNP Website here.

Watch the “Brand New Leather Jacket” video below…

One slight correction from my last entry: The Sardinian photo captioned ‘wildlife haven near the coast’ was actually a Roman bridge. Amazing that more than half of it is still there after 2,000 years. Mind you, there are records of significantly intact Roman building shells in Britain too (including an entire roofless temple near to Hadrian’s Wall) surviving until the 18th century, when profit-hungry landlords set about using the ultra cheap labour that became available as the Machine Age got under steam to rip them down for scraps of extra farmland.

I’ve just finished reading Michael Dames’ fascinating ‘The Avebury Cycle (the companion volume to his ‘The Silbury Treasure’). At Avebury too, whole avenues of Neolithic monuments – almost certainly a vast sculpture to the Earth Goddess of our first farming ancestors – were destroyed at the same time. Even as the gifted and far-sighted antiquarian Stukeley was recording what was there in minute detail in the 1740s, local farmers and hardline Christians were busy destroying them.

So much of our past has been lost, but so much survives. The giant twin henges at Avebury remain a very special place – far superior to fenced-in, tourist-swallowed, uglified Stonehenge. If you’ve never been to Avebury and to nearby Silbury Hill (the biggest prehistoric structure in Europe) then put it a visit to Wiltshire on your ‘to do’ list.

Book going begging

Back on the subject of books, the ‘serious’ one I’ve had on the go recently was Tim May’s ‘The Mongol Art of War.’ Study of the mighty empire built from nomadic Asiatic tribes by Ghengis Khan has been a key factor in the development of modern warfare. The Mongols were the first military force to develop a General Staff system – at a time when Chinese and European armies were generally led by hereditary nobles (typically, brave but clueless), their Mongol opponents were organised as a strict meritocracy, with the promising leaders of each generation picked out early and intensively trained in theory and manoeuvre as well as in actual combat. Thus they learnt from history and the mistakes of others, rather than through costly errors of their own.

The Mongols’ war machine was studied by the Prussians (who made such good use of the General Staff system that Germany was forbidden to have one after the First World War). They were later rediscovered by the Soviet Marshal Tukhachevsky, the British military theoreticians J.F.C. Fuller and Basil Liddell Hart, and of course the German generals who put into practice the theories and experiments conducted by Tukhachevsky (unfortunately but typically for the Russians, purged and shot by Stalin) and by Fuller and Hart (unfortunately but typically for the British, ignored by the military Establishment and condemned for their sympathies with Oswald Mosley).

Despite their pivotal importance and their unbeaten record against European forces, the Mongols have been so ignored that this was billed as the first book-length study of their military organisation. I was therefore – as a firm believer in the dictum that politics is warfare by other means - particularly looking forward to reading it, So I was substantially disappointed to find very little new to me, other than the details of names and battles, which add nothing to one’s understanding of the overall picture, still less of the reasons for the impact of Ghengis Khan and his successors.

The book is therefore not one I’ll be keeping. It’s a good introduction to its subject, and I suppose quite fun for anyone interested in military history, but it’s not going on a required reading list for BNP cadres. Tell you what, I’ll sling it in the back of the car and give it to the first blog reader who asks me for it at a meeting.

Big progress in Barnsley

Spoke at one of the biggest local branch meetings ever the other week. A few years ago Barnsley, in the heart of what used to be Arthur Scargill’s ‘People’s Republic of South Yorkshire’, had just a handful of BNP members. One damp evening last month more than 200 people - the vast majority from Barnsley itself, although stalwart Marlene Guest had brought a coach from nearby Rotherham – packed into a meeting that surely outdid anything seen in the area since the end of the Miners’ Strike.

As I speak about Labour’s serial betrayal of their traditional working class base it becomes clear that many of the audience have come – consciously - precisely for that reason. There’s a real angry radicalism about this meeting; the atmosphere is electric, the enthusiasm palpable. Paul Harris and his team plan to fight every seat on the council next year, and everyone knows that it’s only a matter of time before this becomes a real BNP breakthrough area. Blair’s and Brown’s addiction to globalisation has sown political dragon’s teeth all across South Yorkshire. By the time the coming economic downturn has hit, the crop will be ripe, and Labour will get very badly bitten indeed. All we have to do is keep on course. Steady as she goes!

Last reflections on Blackpool

Despite all the usual bluster from the far-left, our third Annual Conference went ahead in Blackpool without a hitch. It’s been widely covered online already, and features heavily in the new Freedom and ID (both being delivered around the country right now) so I won’t go into any details.

But it was good to see the culture of debate growing further roots in the party. In a strange way I was pleased to see people getting up to speak against a motion I proposed, not because I didn’t want to see it passed (had I not wanted to offer Conference the chance to appoint an extra level of scrutiny of our finances over and above that already in place with the Advisory Council, the independent auditors and the fine-toothed comb of the Electoral Commission, I would not have put the idea forward), but because it’s a sign of growing maturity that a large majority thought things through and didn’t just follow because their leader said ‘walk this way’.

The majority seemed swayed by warnings about the potential for problems at some stage in the future if a small group (most likely liberal civic nationalists) decided to push themselves onto the suggested scrutiny panel and then use the position to make trouble. Of course, guarding against power grabs by small self-chosen groups is a major part of the raison d’etre for the Voting Membership system and our moves to vest power in the hands of a combination of popularly elected leader and highly motivated and educated activist hardcore. The experience of the old National Front, wrecked by endless squabbles on its Directorate rightly put all of the genuine old hands who went through those disasters off the idea of Committee rule.

Whether motions were accepted or defeated, all were debated very sensibly and extensively. Simon Darby, chairing the conference day itself, somehow managed to let literally everyone who wanted to speak have their say, and still got through all the business spot on time (Mark Clutterbuck from Bristol chaired the Saturday training day with the same seemingly effortless quiet ease).

The far-left had pledged to stop the event, but failed yet again. In the place of ‘hundreds’ or even ‘thousands’ of demonstrators they managed a paltry seventy. They are, however, playing an interesting game online, making much of a photograph of Mark Collett and Dave Hannam looking out of a window. They shouldn’t have been, because our security team had told people not to do so, and they’ve both had a verbal wigging for doing so. But the interesting point is that several dozen other people looked out too, and also had to be right by security. But their photos are remarkable by their absence. For that matter, even I looked out briefly while upstairs in my room preparing material for one session. I’d completely forgotten about the by now somewhat damp and windblown demonstrators, but I’m pretty sure I was caught on film by them before I closed the blinds.

A Useful Rule of Thumb

Needless to say, if we were to criticise or discipline someone who the opposition knew were no use to us, or even some kind of troublemaker, then it would be a still of me at the window that they’d be crowing over (“Griffin the Hypocrite” . But both Mark and Dave are very valuable members of our central team (Mark’s work on things such as Identity, recruitment booklets, full colour election addresses, CD booklets, etc, and Dave’s with Great White Records alongside Alan Smith, involve very special skills which just don’t grow on trees). Hence the relentless efforts of the opposition to demonise them. Here’s a general Rule of Thumb: While people shouldn’t do things they’ve been told not to, if our opponents attack someone on our side, you can be pretty sure we’d be very much poorer without them. The time to worry is when our opponents start to praise people!

This Rule was also demonstrated in Oxford, where several hundred violent freaks from all over the country joined up with a collection of silly overgrown schoolgirls (of both sexes) and a gang of Muslim thugs (armed with iron bars) to try to stop my appearance at the Union Debating Society to speak and answer questions of freedom of speech and whether it should have any limits.

Here too, the event itself has already been extensively reported (all around the world, in fact) so I won’t go over it again. But did you notice how I have been extensively criticised by the liberal-left for having had the audacity to be escorted by a BNP security team that was not made up of ballet dancers and a fluffy-haired Boyband? ‘BNP Security’ – it does what it says on the label, and I don’t mind telling you that I was damned glad to have Martin and his team with me. True, some of them aren’t exactly oil-paintings, but what use is an oil-painting when a gang of Marxist fanatics in balaclavas want to beat you to pulp?

No-one who has not attended a ‘proper’ university like Oxford can have the faintest idea of just how cut off in their own world of glittering spires and upper class isolation most students are. It is in fact impossible to ‘debate’ with people who simply refuse to believe that things such as racial attacks on white people, or Muslim grooming of other communities’ girls, occur. It’s like trying to discuss basic physics with people who refuse to accept the existence of gravity. Oh well, they’ll most of them find out about such things when they grow up, and various apples fall on their heads.

Still, the public reaction to all the fuss around the debate has been excellent. Our enquiry lines were red hot, the breaking of the 40 year ‘No Platform’ policy of the hard-left has won the BNP even more support and recognition among free speech lovers than ever, and we were in the public eye in a positive (not least because most Brits do instinctively side with the underdog) sense in one last burst of political awareness before the Christmas Political Closed Season kicks in. A great way to end the political year.

New talent at Great White Records

Returning to the subject of Great White Records, I spent an interesting evening in their Yorkshire studios the other night. Alan wanted a ‘chorus’ to drop into a specially done Christmas song that’s being put together as a sample/advertisement for a forthcoming album by new young talent Joe Smith (no relation to Alan). Several hours of takes and overlays later, we actually sound rather good. It just shows what a good sound engineer with a big bank of highly sophisticated equipment can do, because when we started it sounded truly awful.

Joe’s album will be a welcome new departure for Great White, as it’s very much Britpop, a really ‘young’ sound very different to the folk/folk rock/country sound of the early CDs.

Personally, as you’ll already know if you’re a long-term reader of my ramblings, I’m ‘into’ traditional folk and country music in a big way. But I’m also very well aware that 99.7% of youngsters are not, and that it’s them that we need to reach out to with music more than anybody else.

Joe’s got bags of talent and character, but happily doesn’t come over as self-obsessed or arrogant like some lads his age when they suddenly discover they have a special talent. Alan and Dave at GWR are very excited about what he can do, and are keen to get his debut album out as quickly as possible. In the meantime (though all concerned readily admit that it’s as ‘cheesy’ as Christmas songs always are) watch out for the online Christmas release (complete with video footage of my meagre contribution) shortly, and have listen to what Joe’s getting up to here:

www.myspace.com/joeysmith.uk

“Don’t let yourself be played like a fiddle” was the warning I received the other day from an American nationalist whose dedication to the cause of white survival is without doubt very sincere. The warning relates to the way in which the British National Party is positioned very firmly to benefit politically from ever-growing popular concern about the rise of Islam. The concern behind it is the belief that the gro