How and why the National Front began its march to the Cenotaph

Today military veterans, politicians, religious leaders and other VIPs will lay wreaths at the Cenotaph in Whitehall, and at other war memorials throughout the United Kingdom, in memory of the men and women from Britain and her Empire who gave their lives during the wars of the 20th and 21st centuries.

More than half a century ago, in the early days of the National Front, the NF began a tradition of holding a separate march to the Cenotaph, followed by a wreath-laying ceremony. Ill-informed observers might think that this was in poor taste – an attempt by the NF to politicise an event that ought to be above politics.

In fact the opposite is the case.

The NF under its founding chairman A.K. Chesterton (who had himself been awarded the Military Cross for his actions during the Battle of Épehy in September 1918) began this tradition not in order to exploit it for partisan purposes, but as a response to the late 1960s’ Labour government’s politicisation of Remembrance Sunday.

Ever since Remembrance commemorations began in 1919, they had always been a memorial not only to servicemen and women from the British Isles, but from the whole of the British Empire.

After the Rhodesian government of Prime Minister Ian Smith declared independence in 1965, Harold Wilson’s Labour government in London employed a range of vindictive policies (including economic sanctions) aiming to force the Rhodesians into submission.

Eventually this included banning Rhodesian veterans from Remembrance Sunday events at the Cenotaph. (There had already for more than twenty years been a calculated decision to shun veterans of Britain’s 1945-48 war against Jewish terrorists. British Palestine veterans were not banned from the Cenotaph, but until very recent years they were given no official recognition and had to organise their own memorial events.)

Not only Rhodesians themselves, but their comrades from across the Empire (including the British Isles) were outraged by this insult.

H&D‘s assistant editor Peter Rushton has recently discovered letters from the 1960s which explain how pro-Rhodesian Britons (including several very well known war heroes) planned their response in defiance of the Labour Party – a response which eventually led to the NF beginning its tradition of marching to the Cenotaph.

The full story will be told in the January edition of Heritage and Destiny.

Today H&D readers will join British and Commonwealth citizens around the world in remembering the dead of 20th and 21st century wars – regardless of their political views and regardless of which part of the Empire they came from, we will remember them.

Remembering the Fallen

104 years ago today, four years of European civil war ended. In what was then termed the ‘Great War’, or simply ‘the war’, but which we now call the ‘First World War’, nine million soldiers died in combat, with another 23 million wounded. Though civilian casualties were fewer than in the second European civil war that broke out just over twenty years later, it’s estimated that around five million civilians died as a result of the conflict.

At 11 am today, Britons will fall silent to remember those terrible events and our ancestors’ sacrifice.

Alongside respectful memory, there should also be anger.

Earlier this year, the work of Britain’s best-known war poet, Wilfred Owen – who was killed in action in northern France, exactly one week before the end of the war – was removed from the GCSE English Literature course by one of the main examination boards.

H&D readers will not be surprised to learn that this change (which also involved removing the work of Philip Larkin, arguably the greatest 20th century English poet) was made in the name of “diversity”.

Whatever else nine million Europeans died for during 1914-18, they certainly didn’t die for the dubious benefits of “diversity”.

So even if schoolchildren will no longer study Wilfred Owen, H&D readers should today read and think about his Anthem for Doomed Youth.

What passing-bells for these who die as cattle?
      — Only the monstrous anger of the guns.
      Only the stuttering rifles’ rapid rattle
Can patter out their hasty orisons.
No mockeries now for them; no prayers nor bells; 
      Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs,—
The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells;
      And bugles calling for them from sad shires.

What candles may be held to speed them all?
      Not in the hands of boys, but in their eyes
Shall shine the holy glimmers of goodbyes.
      The pallor of girls’ brows shall be their pall;
Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds,
And each slow dusk a drawing-down of blinds.

A century of sacrifice and betrayal

This year marks the centenary of the Royal British Legion’s poppy appeal, and most H&D readers will once again have bought a poppy to remember the tragic sacrifice of so many lives in the wars and terrorist conflicts of the 20th and 21st centuries.

Yet this year we have more reason than ever to remember betrayal as well as sacrifice, and the less than noble role sometimes played by the British Legion itself.

On 18th October 80-year-old Dennis Hutchings – already terminally ill – died in Belfast after contracting Covid-19. He was buried last week in Plymouth.

Pallbearers from the Life Guards – Mr Hutchings’ former regiment – were allowed by the Ministry of Defence to take part in his funeral, but his last years were marked by relentless efforts to prosecute him for doing his duty.

Despite his illness, Mr Hutchings boldly stood up to defend not only his own record, but those of countless comrades whose sacrifice is now traduced for today’s political convenience.

Just like the victims of the Birmingham pub bombings – whose families have yet to obtain justice even though the British government knows full well who perpetrated the crime – those who like Dennis Hutchings fought the scourge of terrorism as far back as fifty years ago, are considered disposable by our lords and masters.

This is nothing new: long before the renewal of the IRA’s terrorist campaign in the late 1960s, another ruthless band of killers brought a campaign of death and destruction to Britain’s streets, and it soon proved politically convenient to forget their crimes. These were the Zionist Jewish terrorists of the Stern Gang, Irgun and Haganah. One Stern Gang terrorist who planted a bomb in Central London has continued to escape prosecution for more than seventy years! Robert Misrahi bombed a servicemen’s club just off Trafalgar Square, then escaped to France where he became an eminent academic and still lives in Paris aged 95, untroubled by any request for his extradition.

No such luck for Dennis Hutchings or the many other British servicemen now facing prosecution – not for carrying out terrorist crimes, but for fighting the terrorists!

Tony Martin – himself an ex-serviceman and now chairman of the National Front – will lead the NF’s traditional Remembrance Day march to the Cenotaph today: a tradition that was begun by the NF’s founding chairman, A.K. Chesterton, who won the Military Cross on the Western Front in 1918.

H&D readers will pay their respects at memorials around the UK. But without illusions.

It has become a cliché to write that British soldiers in the First World War were “lions led by donkeys”. Sadly it was much worse than that. They were (and remain to this day) lions led by traitors.

Far-called, our navies melt away;
On dune and headland sinks the fire:
Lo, all our pomp of yesterday
Is one with Nineveh and Tyre!
Judge of the Nations, spare us yet,
Lest we forget—lest we forget!

Rudyard Kipling, Recessional, 1897

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.

They mingle not with their laughing comrades again;
They sit no more at familiar tables of home;
They have no lot in our labour of the day-time;
They sleep beyond England’s foam.

Laurence Binyon, For the Fallen, 1914

Festive Greetings to all Heritage and Destiny subscribers and supporters

On behalf of Peter Rushton and myself, we wish you all the very best for the festive season, whether you celebrate Christmas, the Winter Solstice or Yule. We are all members of a great family of racial nationalist brothers and sisters, and the principles that unite us at this sacred time of year are much more important than any minor differences that we may have.

Our Movement has had a pretty rough year, due to Covid and Brexit, and sadly all indications are that 2021 may be even worse. We must brace ourselves for the struggle ahead. In addition to the increased attacks on this website by left-wing hackers (who BTW have failed to bring us down since we switched server), we should expect more attacks from the enemies of Free Speech, who wish to kick us off all our social-media platforms.

But whatever comes to pass, please be assured that Heritage and Destiny magazine, will keep publishing as a hard copy, and our website will keep going online as long as our host keeps us up. We are not going anywhere, and we will adapt to continue our struggle in one form or another, no matter what obstacles our enemies throw in our path.

The next issue of Heritage and Destiny will be our 100th, and will (we hope) be printed in early January. It’s looking like it will be a bumper 40-page (compared to to the normal 24-page) issue to celebrate our anniversary, so please make sure you get a copy – and extra copies for nationalist friends.

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And as we prepare our Traditional Dinners tomorrow, let us remember the Christmas Truce of the First World War. This truce started late on Christmas Eve 1914, when men of the British Expeditionary Force (BEF) heard German troops in the trenches opposite them singing carols and patriotic songs and saw lanterns and small fir trees along their trenches. Messages began to be shouted between the trenches.

The following day, English and German Saxon soldiers met in no man’s land and exchanged gifts, took photographs and some played impromptu games of football. They also buried casualties and repaired trenches and dugouts. After Boxing Day, meetings in no man’s land dwindled out.

The truce was not observed everywhere along the Western Front. Elsewhere the fighting continued and casualties did occur on Christmas Day. Some British officers were unhappy at the truce and worried that it would undermine the fighting spirit of the Tommys to want to kill their fellow Saxons.

After 1914, the British High Command – under instructions from the usual suspects – tried to prevent any truces on a similar scale happening again, Despite this, there were some isolated incidents of Saxon soldiers holding brief truces later in the war, and not only at Christmas.

In what was known as the ‘Live and Let Live’ system, in quiet sectors of the front line, brief pauses in the hostilities were sometimes tacitly agreed, allowing both sides to repair their trenches or gather their dead.

In 1934 a Munich film studio made what became one of the most popular films of 1930s Germany – Stoßtrupp 1917 (‘Shock Troop 1917’). The closing scene of this film is set on Christmas Eve 1917 on the Western Front – three years after the 1914 Truce. This was to be the last Christmas of the war.

As can be seen in a restored online version of the film (where the final scene begins at 1h20m50s), the German filmmakers sought to capture a spirit of Anglo-German reconciliation. Click here to view the film online.

Let Saxon never kill fellow Saxon again, for the benefit of the capitalist masters. No More Brothers Wars.

I wish each and every one of you, and your families and loved ones, a happy and prosperous New Year.

As the slogan on our magazine masthead says – “Stand Men of the West, Today is the day we fight!”

Best regards from H&D Towers in Preston, Lancashire,

Mark Cotterill
Editor/Publisher

Remembering the Fallen

101 years ago today the guns fell silent after more than four years of slaughter, at the end of the 20th century’s first European Civil War.

H&D readers take varying views of Brexit (the majority in favour of leaving the EU) but we should admit that at least some of those who created what became the European Union were genuinely motivated by the noble aim of ensuring that such a war never happened again.

Whatever happens with the Brexit process, British nationalists should aim for a continent of Europeans co-existing peacefully and prepared to unite when necessary to defend our common heritage against alien invasion.

And we should never forget that the British establishment parties (Lib, Lab and Con) shamefully politicised Remembrance Day when for blatantly political reasons they banned Rhodesian (and later South African) ex-serviceman from participating in the traditional ceremony at the Cenotaph.

This is why the National Front (initially under its founding chairman A.K. Chesterton, who won the Military Cross on the Western Front in 1918) began its own tradition of a march to the Cenotaph – a tradition which was upheld once again yesterday.

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.

Matthew Collins gets it wrong again

Matthew Collins is a middle-aged thug from South London who in his youth was briefly associated with the National Front. He has turned this connection into a lifelong career as an ‘anti-fascist expert’, courted by sections of the liberal media because he is probably the only person of working-class origins they have ever encountered, and they are prepared to overlook his former pastime of poisoning fish in a local primary school.

Unfortunately for his employers, Mr Collins – like the Dick Emery character above – has a sad habit of getting things wrong.

His recent article for an anti-fascist website, after an incomprehensible paragraph about the London Forum, makes a series of errors (as well as an inexplicable reference to ‘homophobia’, which might reflect Mr Collins’ sensitivity on this subject, following his close friendship with Ian Anderson thirty years or so ago).

No-one in our circles has accused Stead Steadman of being responsible for the sabotage of Prof. Faurisson’s Shepperton meeting on October 20th. We knew almost instantly who was responsible, partly thanks to security failures by Mr Collins’ employers.

On October 20th Mr Steadman was at the Traditional Britain Group conference (having made this arrangement long before our event was scheduled) – not as Mr Collins asserts in the Netherlands.

Weirdly Mr Collins posts a mocking caption on a photograph of Mr Steadman, describing him as “sad-faced” during the NF’s march to the Cenotaph on Remembrance Sunday.

Perhaps Mr Collins and his ilk view the centenary of the First World War – a true European Holocaust that left 20 million dead and 21 million wounded – as a cause for merriment. Decent Britons, including Mr Steadman and the NF marchers, are understandably saddened.

Peter Rushton was not a “McKenzie friend” for Alison Chabloz’s court case, he was a defence witness. Ms Chabloz did not have a “McKenzie friend”, she was professionally and ably represented by barrister Adrian Davies, as Mr Collins would know if he consulted prosecution witness Gideon Falter of the “Campaign Against Antisemitism”, who was cross-examined by Mr Davies to considerable effect!

Perhaps guided by wiser heads, Mr Collins cunningly edits his quotation from our article exposing Alison Chabloz as a saboteur. He does this to avoid mentioning the name of ‘Sophie Johnson’, the Chabloz puppet whose role as informant was inadvertently exposed by Hope not Hate themselves. Giving away your sources is not good for ‘anti-fascist’ Shoah business.

Europe’s leaders shamelessly exploit the memory of the fallen: 1918-2018

One hundred years ago today the guns fell silent across Europe. Yet despite all the promises such as “homes fit for heroes”, November 11th 1918 was not the start of a European renaissance.

Instead the past century has seen a steady crumbling of European civilization. Community solidarity has withered; violent crime has overtaken our capitals; and the very people walking our streets would have seemed unimaginably alien to the Britons of 1918.

One thing they would have recognised: lying and self-interested politicians who have abused this weekend’s centenary events to advance their own agendas.

Yet the very fact that the likes of French President Emmanuel Macron have been impelled to advance their own anti-nationalist, one world programmes – exploiting the memory of countless dead Europeans who would not have signed up to one word of that agenda – shows that these elites are no longer feeling secure.

All those shameless liars who carried wreaths of poppies this weekend know that they are steadily being exposed. In Italy, Germany, Hungary, Sweden, France and many other nations the tide is turning.

In 2018 we know that the victims of Europe’s two disastrous 20th century civil wars did not die for freedom: for what ‘freedom’ is there today in a Europe that is (temporarily) under the thumb of politically correct laws, and where today’s surviving ex-servicemen are treated with contempt – in some cases even threatened with prosecution for their brave anti-terrorist campaigns of the 1970s.

Yet even in a world where ex-servicemen are driven to suicide by the societies they fought for, we can still be moved by the spirit of Laurence Binyon’s poem written more than a century ago.

National Front Remembrance Parade – Sunday 11th November

Kevin Layzell of the National Front informs us that this year’s National Front Remembrance Day Parade will take place on Sunday afternoon, 11th November 2018.

All patriots are invited to march with the NF on this historic parade, which will form up at Bressenden Place, Victoria, at 2.15 pm, marching off to the Cenotaph at 2.45 pm prompt.

This year is of course the centenary of the end of the First World War. Please note that as a consequence of centenary events, the time of this year’s parade is slightly different to past years.

Click here for further information.

 

Lest we forget

For the last three years Remembrance Day activities have had a special resonance, marking the centenary of the First World War and its many tragic episodes.

The last week has seen the centenary of two interconnected and far-reaching events which would never have occurred had this European Civil War never started – the Bolshevik Revolution and the Balfour Declaration which laid the foundations for seventy years of Soviet tyranny and (so far) almost seventy years of Zionist oppression in Palestine.

On Armistice Day – November 11th 1918 – the mother of Wilfred Owen, a 25-year-old second lieutenant in the Manchester Regiment, was informed that her son had been killed in action seven days earlier. Owen – now regarded as the leading poet of the war – was killed at the head of a raiding party crossing the Sambre-Oise Canal in northern France.  This was one of the last British “victories” of the war.

As we reflect on the cost of “victory” in the two disastrous European civil wars of the 20th century we remember Wilfred Owen’s posthumously published lines:

If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie; Dulce et Decorum est
Pro patria mori.

As in previous years the National Front will march to the Cenotaph in London on Remembrance Day, Sunday 12th November.  The parade will assemble at 1.15 pm on Bressenden Place, opposite Victoria railway station, and march off to the Cenotaph at 1.45 pm.  Following the wreath laying ceremony there will be an open air rally nearby, with the event set to conclude around 3.30 pm.

All nationalists are welcome to join the NF’s Remembrance Day commemoration, irrespective of party.

Honouring the Fallen

For almost a century – since the first Armistice Day in November 1919 – Britons have paid tribute at this time of year to those of our race who died in the catastrophic wars of the twentieth century, and now the further disastrous conflicts of the twenty-first.

This year, for the first time, our remembrance is accompanied not merely by despair at the continuing folly and treachery of our political leaders, but by genuine hope of national, cultural and racial renaissance.

So this year the famous words inscribed on war memorials across our land (originally at the imperial war cemetery in Kohima) have a special resonance:

When you go home, tell them of us and say
For their tomorrow, we gave our today.

For the first time, that tomorrow holds out the promise not of continued degradation, not of further pointless sacrifice, but of a bright new dawn for the White world.

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