Western Spring’s Memorial Tribute to John Tyndall

The Western Spring organisation has for several years set a very high standard of professional events at high quality venues: this year’s John Tyndall Memorial Meeting was an outstanding example. Held at a high-class conference venue in the West Midlands on July 1st, the meeting was attended by more than thirty members drawn from a wide spectrum of 21st century British nationalism.

Groups represented included the National Front, British Movement, British Voice, the British Democratic Party and the London Forum. It was especially encouraging to see a very wide range of age groups in the audience: John Tyndall’s continuing relevance was brought home not only to his own age group but to a rising generation of nationalist intellectuals in their 20s.

 

Max Musson of Western Spring chaired the event and gave the opening address. He reminded us that John Tyndall’s career in the forefront of the nationalist cause had encompassed periods of division and enfeeblement as well as the times of political advance that had shaken the establishment in the 1970s and 1990s.

This event showed that nationalists can cooperate and recognise that far more unites us than divides us: that – as Max pointed out – is part of John Tyndall’s legacy to our movement.

 

 

H&D‘s assistant editor Peter Rushton was the next speaker (see video above): he claimed that despite the fissiparous state of nationalism in 2017, the broader political context was more hopeful than it seemed. The surprisingly strong vote for Jeremy Corbyn’s far-left Labour Party indicates that the liberal hegemony is now over.

John Tyndall always insisted that our most deadly enemies were in the Conservative Party rather than on the left. I suggested that for almost forty years our nation had been infected by a ‘Blatcherite’ consensus common to both Margaret Thatcher’s Tories and Tony Blair’s New Labour, then followed by their lesser imitators.

The poison administered by these ‘Blatcherites’ combined social liberalism (an attack on traditional values, undermining the family, social discipline and of course racial integrity) and economic liberalism (enslaving Britons to a deregulated global market, whose masters demand unrestricted immigration to drive down wages and working conditions). These assumptions are now threatened by Corbyn’s undiluted socialism: nationalism should wake up to this new reality and recognise that they should abandon ‘Tory-lite’ policies: our times demand radical racial nationalism with a clear ‘socialist’ edge. Rebuilding a White Britain will not (at least in the short term) mean tax cuts and reducing state intervention: quite the opposite in fact.

 

 

Richard Edmonds was the next speaker (see video above). Now a member of the National Front Directorate (where he also served when John Tyndall was NF Chairman during the party’s peak years in the 1970s), Richard is perhaps best known to H&D readers for his years as BNP National Organiser and proprietor of the famous Welling bookshop during the late 1980s and ’90s. Richard paid tribute to JT’s phenomenal energy in building and rebuilding political movements, first through the NF’s vicissitudes, then starting again after 1980 through the New National Front, developing into the BNP and once again becoming the leading voice of pro-White politics.

Throughout this time JT produced the monthly journal Spearhead, a consistent and courageous voice for undiluted and uncompromising racial nationalist values. Spearhead’s values stood in stark contrast to the post-1945 ‘Western’ establishment, and that monolith is now crumbling, typified by the decline and possible collapse of the NATO alliance.

Folk singer Alison Chabloz (see interview in H&D 79) concluded the morning session with several satirical songs casting a fresh light on that political and judicial establishment, and of course the unmentionable ethno-religious group whose grossly disproportionate influence cannot be discussed, on pain of prosecution and imprisonment! Alison’s prosecution (initially at the instigation of the Jewish ‘charity’ Campaign Against Antisemitism but now taken over by Crown prosecutors) is continuing with further hearings scheduled during summer and autumn 2017.

 

Steve Frost of British Movement, longstanding colleague and biographer of Colin Jordan, opened the meeting’s second half with a fascinating and often amusing discussion of the Jordan-Tyndall political alliance. CJ and JT had been comrades in an underground national socialist organisation during the 1950s, influenced by NS veteran Arnold Leese. They had both been active in A.K. Chesterton’s League of Empire Loyalists, then JT had joined CJ in the 1960 version of the British National Party and its 1962 split which became the National Socialist Movement.

Although Steve Frost made clear that John Tyndall emphasised a specifically British version of racial nationalism (in contrast to Colin Jordan’s ‘purist’ national socialism with a European focus), he also pointed out that CJ and JT retained a longstanding political and personal friendship often mischaracterised by journalists who tended to assume that they had fallen out since the 1960s.

Mark Collett – author of the new book The Fall of Western Man (reviewed in the forthcoming H&D Issue 80) – was the penultimate speaker. He had of course been a co-defendant (alongside John Tyndall and Nick Griffin) in an infamous criminal trial at Leeds Crown Court in 2005 under Britain’s notorious race laws. JT died on July 19th 2005 two days before he was due to appear in Leeds for trial proceedings; Mark Collett and Nick Griffin were eventually acquitted in 2006 after two trials.

In an inspiring speech, Mark Collett paid tribute to JT’s life of dedicated political principles: a life that embodied excellence in an era when Western Man has been taught no longer to aspire to excellence.

 

 

Jez Turner of London Forum – who like Mark Collett has emerged as one of the leading figures in post-Tyndall British nationalism – brought the event to a rousing conclusion with a call for renewed dedication to the essential principles of our movement: defence of Race and Nation. These principles go way beyond the narrow obsessions with Islam and/or the European Union that have dominated so much supposedly ‘patriotic’ politics in recent years. Like John Tyndall, we should not be afraid to identify the roots of our national crisis in unflinchingly racial terms, and to call boldly for racial renaissance. With a new generation of leaders of the calibre of Jez and Mark, John Tyndall’s legacy is secure.

Further videos from this event will be published soon

ONE LAST CHANCE! ORGANISE OR PERISH!

Eddy Morrison calls for White Nationalist resurgence in Britain

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Every White British Patriot knows that the whole of British nationalism is both stagnated and at its worst point in the last seventy years.

There is a preponderance of nationalist parties in the United Kingdom and they have two things in common:

  • They are minuscule in numbers from numbers in the few dozens when only ten years ago the British National Party numbered in the thousands
  • They will NEVER unite. Each is lead by either one person or a small clique of ‘leaders’ who are ego driven. Common sense and the fact that we, the so-called vanguard of the White Nationalist fight back in Britain which is in serious and possibly irreversible decline, is displaced by their own egos and the fact that they and they alone have the ‘right answer’.

That is why ‘Nationalist Unity’ in any sense is not only undesirable but actually impossible. The Egotists will always put their own interests and/or the interests of their ‘Movement’ in front of any sense of urgency. A sense of urgency that is calling out from every part of our beleaguered Nation that the time is coming when there will be NO White European Race any longer.
We are being bred out of existence and led down that path by a traitorous and truly evil gang that are determined to carry on with the agenda they have been chasing for two centuries or more – and that is the end of all individuality, both national and racial, to be overwhelmed instead by billions of faceless automatons, all of which are one universal colour and one universal race.
Above them will sit – in fact is already sitting – the power crazed Internationalists who are holding the levers of power and heralding in the darkness of the New World Order.

Unbelievably many of the leaders of these ‘parties’ are still falling over themselves to deny that they are racist, Fascist or Nazi – the political swearwords of the Liberal Left. Instead of saying yes in their beliefs they put their race first and if that makes them racists, fascists and Nazis then so let it be.

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I can only see one possible last attempt at reforming White Nationalism into a meaningful political force that instead of pathetically denying in a moaning defeatist voice that they are not racists, but to go on the offensive and show what Racialism really is – the natural choice of putting your own people first – as Nature indeed intended, and throwing off all the stupid Globalist accusations.

Instead of a seemingly bunch of political cowards, the Enemy will see a far different opponent. A fierce and uncompromising opponent determined to win this final bitter struggle to secure the very existence of our White Race and a future for our future generations.

I am writing this not for the attention of those who cannot see beyond trying to get a meagre and shameful number of votes in a ridiculous ‘local election’. No my appeal is to the young White Nationalists who have shown over the past decade that they have the potential to make this last defiant fight into a reality.

I am also calling to all the veterans of the three or four generations who still believe in White Nationalism or National Socialism (call it what you will – it’s the same thing), to act as k the guides and leaders at every level to bring up this vast sea of potential recruits into a movement that can truly call itself a MOVEMENT!

They can ban us; arrest us or even try and kill us but they cannot kill the idea of a White Nationalist Revolution.

If this means forming or resurrecting a new White Nationalist Party with the will, the principles, the organisation and the vision to ensure that this time we win!

Eddy Morrison blogs at natsentinel.blogspot.co.uk and is editor of the White Voice e-newsletter: to subscribe email nationalfreedompress@gmail.com

Arthur Flinders: British Nationalist (1939-2017)

Obituary by Richard Edmonds

Quoting a verse from an old, pre-Christian Norse saga:

Cattle die, and kinsmen die,
And so one dies oneself;
One thing I know that never dies:
The fame of a dead man’s deeds.

Arthur Flinders with Jean-Marie Le Pen at the FN's Bleu-Blanc-Rouge festival in 1999

Arthur Flinders with Jean-Marie Le Pen at the FN’s Bleu-Blanc-Rouge festival in 1999

Our friend and comrade, a staunch British nationalist, a man who shared many of our adventures and was right in the thick of them, Arthur Flinders, has died.

Arthur Flinders, born in South London during the Second World War, had led an adventurous life long before he signed up for the National Front in the 1970s. A working-class man but with working-class gumption and intelligence Arthur had built up a successful business. On his retirement he returned to Nationalist politics and became an indispensable part of our BNP activist team.

Arthur was the deputy manager of our BNP bookshop in Welling, South East London. Arthur was part of our team at the Brick Lane Sunday street market. Looking back our energy and commitment was astounding: every Sunday of the year, come rain or come shine, for ten long years, a dedicated, very, group of us sold nationalist papers at the Brick Lane street market, Bethnal Green, East London. Arthur was a regular there.

Arthur was a great guy to know: a shrewd judge of men, quick to sum up a situation, good company, always looking for the positive side things of things, a man of his word, a man you could rely upon.

A number of us were able to attend his funeral service. Arthur Flinders, one of the best.

Nationalist Unity or Racial Genocide – the choice is yours!

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50 years on from the creation of the National Front, veteran nationalist Eddy Morrison reports on the choice we now face

I am a founder member of the National Front, one of the few still active (my old Comrade, Andrew Brons was also a Founder member and is now the Chairman of the British Democratic Party).

I know of others, some ex-Union Movement such as Keith Thompson (League of St. George) and Colin Todd (Organiser of the Candour Organisation) to name but only two. I would say there are probably hundreds of White Nationalists from my generation of the 60’s and early 70’s who in some way are still fighting the good fight.

A month or so back I attended the funeral of Keith ‘Beefy ‘ Taylor, tragically dying in his early fifties, and was both astounded and encouraged to see over sixty White Nationalists also paying their respects. They came from many groups and no groups but they were unified for those few precious hours to say their farewells to a good and steady White Patriot, Beefy – also a long term member of the National Front.

One old Comrade asked me after the service ‘Did we all waste our time Eddy?’

My reply was this – NO we did not waste our time for we can say to our children and grandchildren that at least WE FOUGHT!

But reflecting back is it not a greater tragedy that it takes the death of a Comrade to give us total Nationalist Unity even for a few short hours?

I am reminded of the old Norse saying:
“Cattle die and kinsman die and one day you and I shall die. All that will remain is the fame of a dead man’s deeds”

So the fight goes on as it must. We have no real choice. It’s either victory or racial death. For us; for our children and for generations yet unborn.

Looking at the fractured British Nationalist scene I see a number of groups who, if United soon can form the nucleus of what must become a mass movement.

As White Nationalists I recognise the NF; the BDP; England First; British Movement; National Action and the various ‘Infidel’ style groups spread throughout the country. and the Alternative Right Forums which are doing great work and some elements of what’s left of the BNP.

Two organisations I would NOT add are the pro-Zionist Britain First Party and the ludicrous New British Union which has stated it is not a racial Nationalist Party and indeed I am led to believe that its prime member has condoned mixed race marriages.

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Now you will be saying ‘Hang on but….” about some of the groups I have listed. That is the wrong way of thinking about the desperate need for British Nationalist Unity.

All old personality clashes, some dating back decades MUST come to an end for the greater good of the Cause itself.

I have to make a case for what a United Front should be – and I have to conclude it MUST be the National Front.

50 years ago this coming February, the NF was formed by disparate groups who patched up their differences and created the National Front.

I would argue then that there is no need for another name to be thrown into the barrel because the NF with its wide range of policies has something to offer all the varying shades of opinion across the British Nationalist Spectrum.

This is why we have seen so many others rise only to fall after a few years whilst the resilient NF soldiers on.

A.K. Chesterton, founding chairman of the National Front

A.K. Chesterton, founding chairman of the National Front

2017 is a watershed year for our Movement. It marks in February our 50th Anniversary. This will take the form of the biggest indoor rally we can mount and this is an open invite for all these groups mentioned to be welcomed by the Front.

On strategy and tactics there is always room for manoeuvre and I believe that the NF’s policy of elections coupled with constant Street activity is a winning formula.

The Trump phenomenon in the USA; Brexit and the rise of the Alt Right across Europe and America is growing so strong that we can really call it the first real challenge to the Globalist Tyrants such as the Jewish George Soros and the evil of Hilary Clinton.

The victories of the Alt Right must be seen as a breakthrough against the Liberal Marxist Hegemony and behind the Alt Right there is us – the Racial Nationalists.

Let them open the door for such as we so that it gives us entry to go up against the World Enemy of old but this time with a real chance of victory.

Time is running out fast for our White Race so the choice is YOURS – Victory through Unity or White Racial Genocide.

Peter Mullins RIP

Peter Mullins (1936-2016)

Peter Mullins (1936-2016)

It is with sadness that we learn of the death of Peter Mullins on 28th July 2016.

Peter was a proud ex-serviceman and a charismatic nationalist. Someone who could grab and engage an audience. At our St. George’s Day celebrations his enthusiasm and wit could be relied upon to keep everyone entertained; whether through patriotic speaking, or by organising and acting as quiz master.

Peter’s dedication to nationalism was second to none, working tirelessly and giving his time and money with generosity.

Born in 1936, he was brought up and educated in East Anglia, Luton and Cambridge.

In the late 1950s he joined the Royal Air Force and for many years after he was a member of the Conservative Party.

After leaving the Royal Air Force, Peter worked for many years in North Africa, the Middle East and Pakistan for both Arab and British companies as manager and coordinator for large, heavy electrical and construction projects for foreign governments. During this time he worked and lived in Saudi Arabia, the United Arab Emirates and Iran.

He returned to the U.K. in the early 1980s when he began another career with Ford Motor Company developing Sales and Marketing corporate training and strategies.

In the late 1990s he relocated to Cornwall as the curator of the Daphne du Maurier and Smugglers’ Museums, at the famous “Jamaica Inn” hotel complex at Bolventor, on Bodmin Moor.

At this time that he became completely disenchanted with the political systems in place in our country, ditched the Conservative party and joined the British National Party.

Quickly becoming the BNP Western area organiser, covering from the Solent (Portsmouth/Southampton) to Bristol down to Lands End, he was also a member of the party’s Advisory Council and stood for County Council and for Parliament.

Peter was also a founder of the British Freedom Party and the first chairman. It was well organised and grew quickly, but unfortunately events out of Peter’s hands led to the party’s collapse.

Friends of Peter’s are keen to add their memories.
Brin Jenkins (ex organiser for Cornwall) was a friend of Peter’s for a number of years….

“I held him in high regard. We had similar early backgrounds having both been in the RAF as boys and in similar radio electronic trades. Peter was awarded a commission and became an Electronics officer flying in a number of Cold War aircraft like Nimrods and Vulcans.  I met him when I joined the BNP and he was the Western area organiser. He worked hard and conscientiously in this role seeing the party go from strength to strength. Peter will be missed, a staunch nationalist without compromise. His watch is over: RIP my friend”.

Roger Bennett, another close friend….

“Peter was a passionate nationalist who put himself forward in parliamentary elections many times.  Being a clone of Enoch Powell, the most memorable was 2009.

Peter stood in Enoch Powell’s old constituency in Wolverhampton, West Midlands. A poster showing a picture of Peter with only these words at the top.  HE’S BACK and at the bottom VOTE  BNP.  This was very effective with Peter securing a high vote for the party.

Peter was a very good speaker,  he spoke with passion and superb diction and always with wit and humour. I had him as an after dinner speaker who could always be relied on to be informative and very funny with it.

One time on Euston station, he spotted Peter Ustinov.  Peter approached him and asked are you Peter Ustinov?  Do I owe you money? Was the reply.  NO said Peter.
Well in that case I am he.  They had a long conversation both amusing each other.

Away from politics he was a talented golfer who loved the game and played up to the time of his death. One didn’t play Peter for money if your wallet was light. He was very well known in the golfing world and many people will also miss him greatly.

I have lost friend whom I shall miss”.

Peter read the famous “Rivers of Blood” speech delivered by Powell back in 1968 in the very same Birmingham hotel where Powell had addressed his Conservative Party conference.

The entire speech can be heard on

http://www.radioaryan.com/

I had known Peter long enough to know he was a committed, honest and true Englishman and he will be sadly missed not just by those who knew him and the nationalist movement, but by those Britons yet to recognise their own, ever growing, funeral pyre.

Peter Mullins RIP.

John Ings

My thanks also to Adrian Romilly and Dave Perkins for their contributions.

Editor’s note: Sadly we have also recently heard of the deaths of two staunch nationalists and H&D subscribers from Worcestershire: Michael Carr, from Kidderminster, aged 70; and Tom Hickman, from Stourbridge, aged 83.

Corbyn’s cowardice betrays British workers

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Among all the acres of newsprint presently devoted to Brexit and its consequences, one of the most perceptive articles is by veteran political journalist Stephen Glover in the Daily Mail.

After noting Jeremy Corbyn’s extraordinary betrayal of his own principles – the Labour leader has spent most of his life as a committed opponent of the European Union, yet half-heartedly campaigned for Remain rather than taking a principled stand at the head of Labour’s small pro-Leave faction – Glover writes:

The reason he failed to do so was not simply a kind of bumbling cowardice. Ensconced in his Islington redoubt, he is surrounded by metropolitan lefties such as his neo-Stalinist director of strategy, the former Guardian journalist and Winchester College-educated Seumas Milne, who neither know nor care about Labour’s working-class voters.
Corbyn is unable to relate to their fears. In his handbook of international socialism, immigration is an unalloyed good which must be promoted at every opportunity. It doesn’t matter to him or to his advisers that millions of Labour voters have seen their wage rates undercut by EU workers, and pressure placed on their schools, hospitals and GP surgeries by uncontrollable EU migration.
I’ve no doubt, too, that Corbyn can’t understand the deep patriotism — and the desire not to be bullied by bloodless Brussels-based Eurocrats — which so many of these decent people feel. His neighbouring Labour MP in Islington, whom he has promoted to be Shadow Defence Secretary notwithstanding her almost total ignorance of her brief, is Emily Thornberry.
Having been sacked from the Shadow Cabinet by Ed Miliband after she had sneeringly tweeted a picture of a family home draped with flags of St George, her banishment did not last long. Corbyn obligingly rehabilitated her soon after his election as Leader.
His almost bone-headed inability to grasp the effects of mass immigration on working-class communities was paraded by him in the most shaming way last Sunday on BBC1’s The Andrew Marr Show.
Having loftily blamed the pressure on housing and schools on the Tory Government’s spending cuts, he asserted with absurd myopia: ‘There is no “uncontrolled immigration”. There is freedom of movement that goes both ways: more than two million British people are living in Europe.’ No wonder Labour supporters voted as they did!

To read Glover’s full article, click here.

Keith “Beefy” Taylor R.I.P.

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I received this email over the weekend from a comrade in Leeds.

Sad news today, that an old comrade and NS activist Beefy Taylor from Leeds died today of cancer. He’d been very ill for a while and this news has brought tears to my eyes as did seeing him when he was ill. I will not remember Beefy’s last few months, I will always remember him as a brave street fighter for the National Front, one who terrified the reds and flew our flag wherever he wanted to. Rest in peace comrade Beefy, see you in Valhalla!

KW – Leeds, Yorkshire.

“Beefy” died of cancer, in a hospice in Headingley, Leeds this weekend, aged only 52. He was an active nationalist in his native Leeds, for almost all his adult life.

Keith – known as Beefy to most of his friends (for obvious reasons if you knew him!) – was the younger brother of Pete, a former Leeds NF branch organizer in the 1980s, and came from a real family of nationalists. His father Bob (who will be better known to nationalists from outside Yorkshire) ran Leeds branch for many years and his mother, sister Karen, sister-in-law, and brother-in-law also served on the Leeds committee at times over the years – a real family of Leeds nationalists.

I knew Beefy’s brother Pete better, as for a couple of years Pete was stationed in Plymouth, with in the Royal Navy; at the time I was South West organizer for the NF. Pete would travel up from Plymouth to Torquay/Exeter to meet us for NF activities. Pete served in the Royal Navy for nine years and served in the Falklands War.

Beefy travelled down from Leeds to Exeter once to take us on at football! A Leeds NF XI played a Devon NF team. I can’t remember a whole lot about the game, which took place on a proper rented football pitch, apart from the fact that Leeds NF (like Leeds United!) were not the cleanest of teams, and not many of our side wanted to tackle Beefy! As you would expect Leeds NF won, but we didn’t hold that against them and enjoyed an enjoyable few drinks with them afterwards.

Beefy and Pete sold nationalist papers for many years in Leeds city centre and also at Elland Road, home of Leeds United F.C., every home game. And like many nationalists they were regulars at Elland Road until they started signing loads of black players and getting involved in anti-racism campaigns.

In fact Pete wrote to the club to object. The club said they didn’t want support like his and offered to refund his season ticket. A man of principle he took them up on their offer, but he couldn’t bring himself to support any of Leeds’ West Yorkshire rivals so he started travelling to Scarborough to support the local team there – Scarborough Athletic. Two years before he died he moved to Scarborough where he continued to support the football team and also helped the local BNP group to get off the ground.

Beefy however stayed in Leeds, and not being a big fan of Nick Griffin and his modernising, kept out of the post-John Tyndall BNP for the most part. He still supported JT and was there outside the Court, for the famous Race Hate trial in Leeds, shortly before JT died. I remember being in the pub afterwards with Beefy, JT, Richard Edmonds and myself all having a drink and going over the day’s events.

Beefy was a good nationalist. He will be sorely missed.

A full obituary to Keith Taylor will appear in a future issue of Heritage and Destiny magazine.

Mark Cotterill

Keith "Beefy" Taylor with John Tyndall and veteran Bradford nationalist and loyalist Dave Brown – sadly all three are now no longer with us.

Keith “Beefy” Taylor with John Tyndall and veteran Bradford nationalist and loyalist Dave Brown – sadly all three are now no longer with us.

Ex-NF ‘political soldier’ closes down party

Phil Andrews (far right) on the NF's 1986 Remembrance Day march alongside fellow activists from the 'political soldier' faction including (left to right) Derek Holland, Graham Williamson and Nick Griffin

Phil Andrews (far right) on the NF’s 1986 Remembrance Day march alongside fellow activists from the ‘political soldier’ faction including (left to right) Derek Holland, Graham Williamson and Nick Griffin

Phil Andrews was one of the leading young activists in the National Front during the 1980s, closely associated with the ‘political soldier’ or ‘cadre’ faction alongside Derek Holland, Nick Griffin and the Italian fugitive Roberto Fiore. They were perhaps best known for their support of the Libyan dictator Colonel Gadaffi.

This faction became the ‘International Third Position’ at the end of the 1980s, and after its collapse Phil Andrews renounced nationalism while staying in politics as a community activist in West London.

Mr Andrews himself was elected as a councillor and the residents group he helped create – known as the Independent Community Group – eventually held the balance of power with six seats in the London Borough of Hounslow. Ironically (for someone who was once counted among the most ‘radical’ of NF activists), Cllr Andrews and his colleagues used their positions to form a local coalition with the Conservatives.

In 2010 all of the ICG councillors were defeated and they failed to regain any seats at the next elections in 2014. Now the party has been wound up.

Phil Andrews (left) with two fellow ICG candidates during their 2014 election campaign. Neither of his colleagues had any NF connections.

Phil Andrews (left) with two fellow ICG candidates during their 2014 election campaign. Neither of his colleagues had any NF connections.

Phil Andrews told his local newspaper:
“We are clearly entering into a new phase. Where we had hoped to persuade the powers that be that engagement with an active and organised community could be mutually beneficial, what we appear to have done is to have hardened attitudes.
“Their (Hounslow Labour Party) response to losing elections to local residents was to draft in outside help, using the sophisticated national machine at their disposal to smother local efforts.
“And in office their attitude has been to deceive, coerce and bully rather than to listen, as the disgraceful harassment of community activist Paul Slattery in Brentford has demonstrated.
“In response, the community has mobilised, but that mobilisation has risen organically from a variety of sources rather than from one organised body. That mobilisation needs to be supported and its momentum maintained. To be frank the ICG approach had become dated and predictable.”

Jock Spooner, 1943-2016

We greatly regret to announce the death today in Adelaide, Australia, of H&D‘s great friend, comrade and patron Jock Spooner.

Jock will be remembered by many readers as a dynamic NF organiser in Birmingham during the 1970s.

Born on St George’s Day in 1943, he had worked in Australia for many years before retirement, and remained a generous supporter of nationalist causes right up to his last moment. Despite years of serious illness, Jock had an active retirement, travelling the world to pursue his interests in history and archaeology. He was a loyal and valued supporter of many good causes, including the Australian academic Dr Fred Töben who was infamously threatened with extradition from London to Germany in 2008 under a European Arrest Warrant.

 

Jock Spooner (far left) with comrades (left to right) Dr Fredrick Toben, Joseph Smith, Peter Hartung and Dave Astin at the Newmarket Hotel in Port Adelaide, South Australia, in 2015.

Jock Spooner (far left) with comrades (left to right) Dr Fredrick Toben, Joseph Smith, Peter Hartung and Dave Astin at the Newmarket Hotel in Port Adelaide, South Australia, in 2015.

Several of Jock’s old mates including the H&D team will be raising a glass or three in his memory later today. A full obituary will appear in the next edition of the magazine.

Enoch Powell’s 1968 warning on immigration

In the March 2016 issue of Heritage and Destiny we feature an article on Ulster by Enoch Powell – an article which was first commissioned, then suppressed by Mrs Thatcher’s government, which was already involved in pursuing a treacherous deal with the IRA.

Enoch Powell served as Ulster Unionist MP for South Down from 1974 to 1987, having previously been a senior Conservative politician until he was forced out of the Tory party for his 1968 speech on immigration.

This speech – delivered to Birmingham’s Conservative Association on April 20th 1968 – became known as the “rivers of blood” speech (though that phrase never appears), because Powell had quoted lines from the Roman poet Virgil, who wrote of the Sibyl of Cumae (a prophetic priestess) warning the Trojan hero Aeneas that she sees a vision of the River Tiber (on which Aeneas is about to found Rome) “foaming with much blood”. (Thybrim multo spumantem sanguine cerno).  The line appears in Book VI, Line 87 of Virgil’s Aeneid.

There follows the complete text of Powell’s 1968 speech:

Enoch Powell was sacked from the Conservative shadow cabinet in 1968 for warning against britain's racial transformation. Margaret Thatcher refused to back him and kept her job.

Enoch Powell was sacked from the Conservative shadow cabinet in 1968 for warning against Britain’s racial transformation.

The supreme function of statesmanship is to provide against preventable evils. In seeking to do so, it encounters obstacles which are deeply rooted in human nature.

One is that by the very order of things such evils are not demonstrable until they have occurred: at each stage in their onset there is room for doubt and for dispute whether they be real or imaginary. By the same token, they attract little attention in comparison with current troubles, which are both indisputable and pressing: whence the besetting temptation of all politics to concern itself with the immediate present at the expense of the future.

Above all, people are disposed to mistake predicting troubles for causing troubles and even for desiring troubles: “If only,” they love to think, “if only people wouldn’t talk about it, it probably wouldn’t happen.”

Perhaps this habit goes back to the primitive belief that the word and the thing, the name and the object, are identical.
At all events, the discussion of future grave but, with effort now, avoidable evils is the most unpopular and at the same time the most necessary occupation for the politician. Those who knowingly shirk it deserve, and not infrequently receive, the curses of those who come after.

A week or two ago I fell into conversation with a constituent, a middle-aged, quite ordinary working man employed in one of our nationalised industries.

After a sentence or two about the weather, he suddenly said: “If I had the money to go, I wouldn’t stay in this country.” I made some deprecatory reply to the effect that even this government wouldn’t last for ever; but he took no notice, and continued: “I have three children, all of them been through grammar school and two of them married now, with family. I shan’t be satisfied till I have seen them all settled overseas. In this country in 15 or 20 years’ time the black man will have the whip hand over the white man.”

I can already hear the chorus of execration. How dare I say such a horrible thing? How dare I stir up trouble and inflame feelings by repeating such a conversation?

The answer is that I do not have the right not to do so. Here is a decent, ordinary fellow Englishman, who in broad daylight in my own town says to me, his Member of Parliament, that his 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. What he is saying, thousands and hundreds of thousands are saying and thinking – not throughout Great Britain, perhaps, but in the areas that are already undergoing the total transformation to which there is no parallel in a thousand years of English history.

In 15 or 20 years, on present trends, there will be in this country three and a half million Commonwealth immigrants and their descendants. That is not my figure. That is the official figure given to parliament by the spokesman of the Registrar General’s Office.

There is no comparable official figure for the year 2000, but it must be in the region of five to seven million, approximately one-tenth of the whole population, and approaching that of Greater London. Of course, it will not be evenly distributed from Margate to Aberystwyth and from Penzance to Aberdeen. Whole areas, towns and parts of towns across England will be occupied by sections of the immigrant and immigrant-descended population.

As time goes on, the proportion of this total who are immigrant descendants, those born in England, who arrived here by exactly the same route as the rest of us, will rapidly increase.

Already by 1985 the native-born would constitute the majority. It is this fact which creates the extreme urgency of action now, of just that kind of action which is hardest for politicians to take, action where the difficulties lie in the present but the evils to be prevented or minimised lie several parliaments ahead.

The natural and rational first question with a nation confronted by such a prospect is to ask: “How can its dimensions be reduced?” Granted it be not wholly preventable, can it be limited, bearing in mind that numbers are of the essence: the significance and consequences of an alien element introduced into a country or population are profoundly different according to whether that element is 1 per cent or 10 per cent.

The answers to the simple and rational question are equally simple and rational: by stopping, or virtually stopping, further inflow, and by promoting the maximum outflow. Both answers are part of the official policy of the Conservative Party.

It almost passes belief that at this moment 20 or 30 additional immigrant children are arriving from overseas in Wolverhampton alone every week – and that means 15 or 20 additional families a decade or two hence. Those whom the gods wish to destroy, they first make mad. We must be mad, literally mad, as a nation to be permitting the annual inflow of some 50,000 dependants, who are for the most part the material of the future growth of the immigrant-descended population. It is like watching a nation busily engaged in heaping up its own funeral pyre. So insane are we that we actually permit unmarried persons to immigrate for the purpose of founding a family with spouses and fiancés whom they have never seen.

Let no one suppose that the flow of dependants will automatically tail off. On the contrary, even at the present admission rate of only 5,000 a year by voucher, there is sufficient for a further 25,000 dependants per annum ad infinitum, without taking into account the huge reservoir of existing relations in this country – and I am making no allowance at all for fraudulent entry. In these circumstances nothing will suffice but that the total inflow for settlement should be reduced at once to negligible proportions, and that the necessary legislative and administrative measures be taken without delay.

I stress the words “for settlement.” This has nothing to do with the entry of Commonwealth citizens, any more than of aliens, into this country, for the purposes of study or of improving their qualifications, like (for instance) the Commonwealth doctors who, to the advantage of their own countries, have enabled our hospital service to be expanded faster than would otherwise have been possible. They are not, and never have been, immigrants.

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I turn to re-emigration. If all immigration ended tomorrow, the rate of growth of the immigrant and immigrant-descended population would be substantially reduced, but the prospective size of this element in the population would still leave the basic character of the national danger unaffected. This can only be tackled while a considerable proportion of the total still comprises persons who entered this country during the last ten years or so.

Hence the urgency of implementing now the second element of the Conservative Party’s policy: the encouragement of re-emigration.

Nobody can make an estimate of the numbers which, with generous assistance, would choose either to return to their countries of origin or to go to other countries anxious to receive the manpower and the skills they represent.

Nobody knows, because no such policy has yet been attempted. I can only say that, even at present, immigrants in my own constituency from time to time come to me, asking if I can find them assistance to return home. If such a policy were adopted and pursued with the determination which the gravity of the alternative justifies, the resultant outflow could appreciably alter the prospects.

The third element of the Conservative Party’s policy is that all who are in this country as citizens should be equal before the law and that there shall be no discrimination or difference made between them by public authority. As Mr Heath has put it we will have no “first-class citizens” and “second-class citizens.”

This does not mean that the immigrant and his descendent should be elevated into a privileged or special class or that the citizen should be denied his right to discriminate in the management of his own affairs between one fellow-citizen and another or that he should be subjected to imposition as to his reasons and motive for behaving in one lawful manner rather than another.

There could be no grosser misconception of the realities than is entertained by those who vociferously demand legislation as they call it “against discrimination”, whether they be leader-writers of the same kidney and sometimes on the same newspapers which year after year in the 1930s tried to blind this country to the rising peril which confronted it, or archbishops who live in palaces, faring delicately with the bedclothes pulled right up over their heads. They have got it exactly and diametrically wrong.

The discrimination and the deprivation, the sense of alarm and of resentment, lies not with the immigrant population but with those among whom they have come and are still coming.

This is why to enact legislation of the kind before parliament at this moment is to risk throwing a match on to gunpowder. The kindest thing that can be said about those who propose and support it is that they know not what they do.

Nothing is more misleading than comparison between the Commonwealth immigrant in Britain and the American Negro. The Negro population of the United States, which was already in existence before the United States became a nation, started literally as slaves and were later given the franchise and other rights of citizenship, to the exercise of which they have only gradually and still incompletely come. The Commonwealth immigrant came to Britain as a full citizen, to a country which knew no discrimination between one citizen and another, and he entered instantly into the possession of the rights of every citizen, from the vote to free treatment under the National Health Service.

Whatever drawbacks attended the immigrants arose not from the law or from public policy or from administration, but from those personal circumstances and accidents which cause, and always will cause, the fortunes and experience of one man to be different from another’s.

But while, to the immigrant, entry to this country was admission to privileges and opportunities eagerly sought, the impact upon the existing population was very different. For reasons which they could not comprehend, and in pursuance of a decision by default, on which they were never consulted, they found themselves made strangers in their own country.

They found their wives unable to obtain hospital beds in childbirth, their children unable to obtain school places, their homes and neighbourhoods changed beyond recognition, their plans and prospects for the future defeated; at work they found that employers hesitated to apply to the immigrant worker the standards of discipline and competence required of the native-born worker; they began to hear, as time went by, more and more voices which told them that they were now the unwanted.

They now learn that a one-way privilege is to be established by act of parliament; a law which cannot, and is not intended to, operate to protect them or redress their grievances is to be enacted to give the stranger, the disgruntled and the agent-provocateur the power to pillory them for their private actions.

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In the hundreds upon hundreds of letters I received when I last spoke on this subject two or three months ago, there was one striking feature which was largely new and which I find ominous. All Members of Parliament are used to the typical anonymous correspondent; but what surprised and alarmed me was the high proportion of ordinary, decent, sensible people, writing a rational and often well-educated letter, who believed that they had to omit their address because it was dangerous to have committed themselves to paper to a Member of Parliament agreeing with the views I had expressed, and that they would risk penalties or reprisals if they were known to have done so. The sense of being a persecuted minority which is growing among ordinary English people in the areas of the country which are affected is something that those without direct experience can hardly imagine.

I am going to allow just one of those hundreds of people to speak for me:
“Eight years ago in a respectable street in Wolverhampton a house was sold to a Negro. Now only one white (a woman old-age pensioner) lives there. This is her story. She lost her husband and both her sons in the war. So she turned her seven-roomed house, her only asset, into a boarding house. She worked hard and did well, paid off her mortgage and began to put something by for her old age. Then the immigrants moved in. With growing fear, she saw one house after another taken over. The quiet street became a place of noise and confusion. Regretfully, her white tenants moved out.
“The day after the last one left, she was awakened at 7am by two Negroes who wanted to use her ‘phone to contact their employer. When she refused, as she would have refused any stranger at such an hour, she was abused and feared she would have been attacked but for the chain on her door. Immigrant families have tried to rent rooms in her house, but she always refused. Her little store of money went, and after paying rates, she has less than £2 per week.
“She went to apply for a rate reduction and was seen by a young girl, who on hearing she had a seven-roomed house, suggested she should let part of it. When she said the only people she could get were Negroes, the girl said, “Racial prejudice won’t get you anywhere in this country.” So she went home.
“The telephone is her lifeline. Her family pay the bill, and help her out as best they can. Immigrants have offered to buy her house – at a price which the prospective landlord would be able to recover from his tenants in weeks, or at most a few months. She is becoming afraid to go out. Windows are broken. She finds excreta pushed through her letter box. When she goes to the shops, she is followed by children, charming, wide-grinning piccaninnies. They cannot speak English, but one word they know. “Racialist,” they chant. When the new Race Relations Bill is passed, this woman is convinced she will go to prison. And is she so wrong? I begin to wonder.”

The other dangerous delusion from which those who are wilfully or otherwise blind to realities suffer, is summed up in the word “integration.” To be integrated into a population means to become for all practical purposes indistinguishable from its other members.

Now, at all times, where there are marked physical differences, especially of colour, integration is difficult though, over a period, not impossible. There are among the Commonwealth immigrants who have come to live here in the last fifteen years or so, many thousands whose wish and purpose is to be integrated and whose every thought and endeavour is bent in that direction.

But to imagine that such a thing enters the heads of a great and growing majority of immigrants and their descendants is a ludicrous misconception, and a dangerous one.

We are on the verge here of a change. Hitherto it has been force of circumstance and of background which has rendered the very idea of integration inaccessible to the greater part of the immigrant population – that they never conceived or intended such a thing, and that their numbers and physical concentration meant the pressures towards integration which normally bear upon any small minority did not operate.
Now we are seeing the growth of positive forces acting against integration, of vested interests in the preservation and sharpening of racial and religious differences, with a view to the exercise of actual domination, first over fellow-immigrants and then over the rest of the population. The cloud no bigger than a man’s hand, that can so rapidly overcast the sky, has been visible recently in Wolverhampton and has shown signs of spreading quickly. The words I am about to use, verbatim as they appeared in the local press on 17 February, are not mine, but those of a Labour Member of Parliament who is a minister in the present government:
‘The Sikh communities’ campaign to maintain customs inappropriate in Britain is much to be regretted. Working in Britain, particularly in the public services, they should be prepared to accept the terms and conditions of their employment. To claim special communal rights (or should one say rites?) leads to a dangerous fragmentation within society. This communalism is a canker; whether practised by one colour or another it is to be strongly condemned.’

All credit to John Stonehouse for having had the insight to perceive that, and the courage to say it.

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For these dangerous and divisive elements the legislation proposed in the Race Relations Bill is the very pabulum they need to flourish. Here is the means of showing that the immigrant communities can organise to consolidate their members, to agitate and campaign against their fellow citizens, and to overawe and dominate the rest with the legal weapons which the ignorant and the ill-informed have provided. As I look ahead, I am filled with foreboding; like the Roman, I seem to see “the River Tiber foaming with much blood.”

That tragic and intractable phenomenon which we watch with horror on the other side of the Atlantic but which there is interwoven with the history and existence of the States itself, is coming upon us here by our own volition and our own neglect. Indeed, it has all but come. In numerical terms, it will be of American proportions long before the end of the century.

Only resolute and urgent action will avert it even now. Whether there will be the public will to demand and obtain that action, I do not know. All I know is that to see, and not to speak, would be the great betrayal.

A march to the Home Office in 1972 by Smithfield meat porters protesting at the admission of more than 27,000 Asian immigrants from Uganda.

A march to the Home Office in 1972 by Smithfield meat porters protesting at the admission of more than 27,000 Asian immigrants from Uganda.

 

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