The Tipping Point Has Arrived
Liverpudlians have led the rebellion. It must not be wasted.
Earlier this February, the heirs of Oswald Mosely’s Blackshirts skulked out from their fascist dens and descended upon a group of hapless refugees. This attack was carried out without provocation and was naturally endorsed by the government; who had knighthoods arranged for the Blackshirts for their vigilance and public service. The government couldn’t believe that these refugees had somehow slipped past their radar; having already deported 500 million of them off to Rwanda in January alone under ‘Operation Stormtrooper.’ Some of the more perceptive of you may at this point realise that I may have distorted the facts a little here. This fiction would however be a scenario in which the people of Knowsley could have accurately been called “Far-Right.” The truth of what happened, predictably however, was much the reverse of my faux-tale.
The video footage of a poor 15 year old girl from Liverpool being propositioned by a 25 year old migrant has now circulated broadly across the internet. We have the footage. We know what caused the people of Knowsley to come out in force and protest. We know that there are a profusion of outlets and organisations that have either moneyed interests (Care4Calais) or anglophobia in their DNA (The Guardian) to smear the people of this country and leap to the defense of all those who hail from elsewhere. The people of Knowsley have no such champions. Surrounding the horrid and sickening events that led to their protest, at its heart; I see hope. It is a hope defined all the more by these people coming from a majoritively left-wing constituency. The British people are finally beginning to understand, there is no salvation that we can find in our elected leaders. Salvation must come from us. If we want change, we must drive it.
At your home, you most likely have things of enormous sentimental value; your parents and siblings, your irreplaceable heirlooms, and all those little miscellaneous curiosities that make your home a familiar haven. A community is a wider extension of that home. Every morning, when you close your front door and walk down the street, you may expect to see familiar faces - perhaps schoolmates who live close by, perhaps acquaintances you can banter with when things get rowdy in the local pub at the weekend. This is not some abstract, faceless community like 'LGBT’, or 'black’, or 'muslim’; but an actual community with people whose faces you can name and whose values you understand on a personal level. The streets are familiar and this familiarity allows those that live on them to make a host of decisions based on how they act within their community, and to what degree they trust those that live in it. Is it safe to leave your bike locked up outside? Will anybody snatch your bag that you accidentally left in the cafe? Is it safe for your children to walk themselves home from school?
It is only natural that the atmosphere and dynamic of a community cannot remain stagnant forever. Eventually even good things must change: the slow march of time demands it. Someone in the community might leave or pass on and a newcomer will take their place. This change will inevitably alter the cohesion somewhat, but what if it was changed entirely? What if a government whose most paramount mandate was to protect that cohesion of society, failed in that mandate? What if successive administrations decided to not just fall asleep at the wheel, but rather with duplicity and betrayal, zealously pursued policies that would inevitably destroy all around you that you held dear.
An infamous but brilliant politician, called Enoch Powell once said: ‘Here is a decent, ordinary fellow Englishman, who in broad daylight in my own town says to me, his Member of Parliament, that the country will not be worth living in for his children. I simply do not have the right to shrug my shoulders and think about something else.’ Whether you agree with Powell,, which of us in modern Britain cannot find some representation in those words? For years our most pressing and urgent concerns were ignored, then they were mocked, and now even worse, our concerns are condemned. Ladies and gentlemen, we are an inconvenience to those in power.
From mass immigration to net zero to the neglect of our historic heroes, the people of this country plead and cry for any government to give them something more than a signal. To indicate that the cries of the majority have for once been heard, understood, and respected. Not lip service or campaign promises, but tangible differences to the alienation that they feel around them. They walk around the streets they had grown up on as children and now only hear foreign languages, despite never moving, they feel they have been warped to a different far-off land. Taxes are rising higher and higher, but with not a single service showing any visible sign of improvement. We live amongst the ashes of a civilisation that has given up on itself.
We have nothing to offer our elites and so they feel no obligation to us. Reading the headlines every day, it is all but a given that you will be bombarded by ways in which the UK is failing its minority groups and how we must bend over even more to irreversibly change our country and our communities to satisfy the whims and fancies of identity communities that only exist in the abstract. If there is a minority though, then there must be a majority. I should at this point clarify that this majority is not meant in a racial sense but simply by the multitude of patriots that grace our green country. Those who instinctively understand that this country must put its own needs first. Britain should not be a fief of global world orders and a mere economic pump to fund the pockets of global nomads. We have a right to self-determination and identity: for the destiny of this country to be decided by the people of this country.
The recent events in Liverpool are the first true breaking of the majority's patience. The Home Secretary, Suella Braverman spoke through Twitter to "condemn the appalling disorder in Knowsley last night. The alleged behavior of some asylum seekers is never an excuse for violence and intimidation." Firstly: there is nothing "alleged" about the behavior if we have it on film. Second: do you know what's even more appalling than "disorder"? Boat after boat after boat of young men taking this country for a ride, tearing up their ID and littering them in the English Channel, only to reach the shores and pretend to be children and go on to harass, threaten and in some cases rape, the youth of this country. Unconsensual and irrevocable damage to our communities.
The people of this nation never consented to the now innumerable government led assaults on our way of life. Everyday our free speech becomes less free. Everyday our sovereignty is sold . Everyday, we - the people of this ancient land - are forgotten more and more. If I were to be provocative, I would say that our government is at war with the people of this country. It wields a shield imbued with apathy and a saber fashioned by contempt. These two deficiencies in our institutions for our concerns at first created an atmosphere of severe alienation and now, as we have seen in Liverpool; Retribution.
The pressure mounts and the threads of faith in our representatives frays. The Home Secretary can disavow the working people of Liverpool all she likes but the country at large understands their pain. What happened in Liverpool was not just about anger: It was about desperation. Those parents knew that they must go themselves and suffer the slings and arrows of slander because this country's institutions have abandoned their hopes for justice. If our government will not protect our children, then we must. That is not far-right. It is just right.