With the powers that be in Europe and the west having much to lose regarding the state of our economies in Europe, national debt, and undemocratic foreign wars proving to be influenced by murderous ''false flag'' interference, what happened recently in France, lends itself to the potential of the accusation by some commentators, of a possible false flag operation, or at the very least, a convenient and ugly opportunity to blame such ''hate'' and ''racism'' on the so-called far right, by what is effectively the ''world leadership''. As Marine Le-Pen attained her 500 signatures to stand for the Presidency, the ugliness and political point scoring deserves all the contempt it gets. So called professional Journalists, writers and commentators, are still even now, prattling on about the ''threat of the rise of the far right'' across Europe and Britain, and are clueless as to why anger, by both violent Muslims, and politically active white Nationalists, seems to be on the increase.
“the systematic use of violence to create a general climate of fear in a population, and thereby bring about a particular political objective, and is employed by governments, or more factions within governments, against that government's citizens, against factions within the government, or against foreign governments or groups.”
The above Definition is produced by the Encyclopedia Britannica. As black operations and false flag violence have been identified in Afghanistan, Iran, Iraq, and now Syria, these tactics are being noticeably used to destabilise their once independent nations. No-one with an ounce of knowledge and common sense, doubts that in Europe, Britain, and almost anywhere in the former white nations, the same is applied politically. As terrible and evil as the recent killings are, especially involving innocent children, it should be ever present in the minds of free thinking people that, any thought of breaking away from the grip of the real terrorists, that of the supposed leaders of the free western ''democracies'', and their banking and big business friends, is almost impossible. Our own Chairman has many times, and quite recently again, had the full weight of the opposition, and third party groups and individuals, thrown at him, and many others fighting for our very survival have, and will face similar attacks.
The seriousness of some of the accusations, has led to factional and destructive times for British Nationalism, but still we fight on, and with dignity. Such cannot be said for the collective enemy camp. Not only has there been undeniable allegations of foreign state sponsored killings lately in Syria, and media coverage of black operations gone pear shaped, with special operatives actually being captured, a former secret agent with the French secret service, the DGSE, one Dominique Fonvielle, spoke candidly about the role of Western intelligence operatives, being used by the west, to destabilise the Romanians a good few years ago. Whatever the rights and wrongs of the former dictator in Romania back in the 1990's, this regime change proves we ourselves are simply not safe in our own countries today. The state and it's many institutions, are simply a shadow of their former selves, and have been completely taken over by a murderous, hateful, and alien elite.
The former DGSE operative was quoted in a documentary as saying:
''I believe the first step is to locate oppositional forces in a given country. It is sufficient to have a highly developed intelligence service, in order to determine which people are credible enough to have influence at their hands, to destabilize the people, and then disadvantage the ruling regime''.
Now that really does sound relevant, and is exactly what is happening to the poor unsuspecting people of the Middle East. Obviously, there must be more than tittle tattle, and there often is. As our nations become more and more embroiled in a war for the monied elite, people like Marine Le-Pen, Nick Griffin, and their respective party activists and supporters, will face the mass media accusations and assumptions, without so much as a single line of apology once seen as utter rubbish. The killings in France, are now proven to have been carried out by an Islamist extremist, a thug, and a born criminal, but whether he is a genuine lone operative, or was ''guided and cajoled'' into this violent act, we may never really know. One thing is certain though. If the leaders of the west, and their horse whispering controllers continue along the path to a third world war, we will also become unwilling victims and pawns.
Lord knows they have tried to oppress and suppress, the anger of the once silent masses, but what is becoming evident is that sooner rather than later, more trouble making will occur, and sadly, probably on a monumental scale. We as Nationalists will, along with ordinary people, face potential problems that make the 1929 depression seem like a mildly upsetting dream. We will see in our life time, white nation and other former sovereign nation, crushed, oppressed, and made weaker by acts of pure treachery from within. The economies will not grow, as there is too much compound debt, and the cost of living will soar beyond what most families can take... and then we'll see the state act like never before as the anger and frustration, will see parties like the BNP, the Front National, and the Nordic Nationalist bloc, swell its membership and votes. Be prepared, because the powers that be will not allow the white nations to emerge victorious without a serious battle. We can only win by being as one, and by being as active as possible within the British National Party structure.
By John Salvage
Friday, 23 March 2012
Tuesday, 20 March 2012
Saturday, 17 March 2012
By Cllr Philip Reddall - On 1st May 1997 I set out from my house and walked briskly towards my local polling station, determined to vote National Front. I knew nothing about politics. All I knew was that I was frustrated and that I needed to vent my frustration by voting for a radical political alternative to the mainstream.
I was eighteen years old, fresh out of college, and it was my first time in a polling station. A lady gave me a ballot paper, and pointed me towards a little kiosk where a pencil hung on a piece of string.
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“Things Can Only Get Better”
I opened my ballot paper and when I saw there was no NF candidate I put a big cross next to Labour. In my naivety I thought all parties would be represented, however I walked home with a spring in my step as during the previous week I’d received a VHS video tape, addressed to me, from the Labour Party. I’d played the video and watched as Tony Blair marched down an urban street with hundreds of people in tow while the D:ream track ‘Things Can Only Get Better’ blasted out in the background. The next day, when I heard John Major’s Tories had been soundly beaten, I was overjoyed. I felt like my football team had won 5-0. The feeling of triumph didn’t last long, however, and it would be some years before I gave politics another thought.
My early years
I was born in 1977 in Stourbridge and was brought up in a little Black Country suburb near to Lye town. My father worked for British Leyland but my earliest memory was of him struggling to make ends meet as a builder after taking redundancy from the Longbridge plant. There was a recession on in the 1980’s and there wasn’t much money about, but there was always food on the table. My mother stayed at home while my father worked, but the mortgage still got paid. Nowadays that would be impossible for any working class family.
The local infant and primary school was a two minute walk away and it was mixed half and half between white kids from my estate and Pakistani kids from down the road. Multiculturalism was the norm for me and I knew no different, but looking back I’m pretty glad I was brought up in that environment as it taught me a lot. Our infant and primary school must have been pretty well funded as we had a swimming pool and pupils from other local schools would turn up in coaches to use our facilities. A member of the PTA told my mother that the head teacher received extra funding for taking the local Pakistani children, although my mother never passed that bit of gossip on to me until years later.
The things that I remember from my early experience of multiculturalism were that the Pakistani kids generally didn’t want to mix with us white kids. There were three or four who did; they played in our football team and so on and they did make more of an effort to be friends with us. I suppose they were what we might now call ‘moderate’ Muslims, but they must only have numbered about 10% of all the Pakistani kids that were in attendance.
My education during those years was awful. There were 35 to 40 kids per class and the smarter kids got little attention from the teachers. I remember in one lesson we didn’t want to do maths so the teacher let us do drawing instead. The maths books we learnt from were called ‘Peak Books’ and were numbered 0 upwards. By my fourth year of Primary school my friends and I were on Peak Book 6 and 7 while many of the Pakistani kids were still flicking uninterestedly through Peak Books 0 and 1. They knew they’d get a job in their family business.
Two other things really stand out for me. The first was when I had my pencil case stolen. In class, we each had a drawer where we could store our things. These drawers didn’t have any kind of lock on them, but crime wasn’t a big issue in our school. However one day I came into class and my pencil case wasn’t there and a table full of Pakistani kids were using my stationary. I told the teacher but he wasn’t interested and I was too timid to confront those who had taken my pencils. The next day my dad wrote a letter to the school, but nothing was ever done. Later on one of the more friendly Pakistani kids gave me one of his pens. It was one of those nice Parker pens with an ink cartridge inside. However before I knew it, a gang of six or seven Pakistanis had surrounded me, demanding I gave it back. I was intimidated, so I did as they asked.
Despite all of the above, possibly the thing that frustrated me the most about primary school was sports day. Coloured ribbons were awarded to those who finished first, second and third, but the words ‘first’, ‘second’ and ‘third’ were never used. I remember feeling cheated each year when I did well in the sprint race and received a coloured ribbon. From what I hear there are still many teachers out there who dislike competition and true winners rarely seem to receive proper praise and recognition. The kind of society those teachers have helped build and are still encouraging can be seen clearly on today’s streets.
The things I am writing about may appear to be a one sided view, but it’s all true. I wasn’t at all switched on at the time to the differences between races, cultures, religious faiths or the liberal, left wing views which subdued vigour and competitive spirit. Only looking back do I see things in a different light. The Pakistani kids acted in a different way to us white kids. They had their own separate lessons sometimes called ‘Mother Tongue’ where I presumed they studied their language. Thinking back, they probably studied their faith in those lessons too.
Growing up, I saw the local High Street in Lye change dramatically. There used to be a wool shop, a greengrocer and even a gun shop. I drove along that High Street recently and there are now over 17 Indian take-aways, which is strange as all of them are run by Pakistani’s. There has always been a Mosque in that town for as long as I can remember. I’ve seen white women spat on by Pakistani’s leaning over the railings of that mosque. But I never remember feeling angry as a kid. I just accepted it.
So am I prejudiced?
Are my views prejudiced? The word ‘prejudice’ means: ‘to pre-judge; an unfavourable opinion or feeling formed beforehand or without knowledge, thought, or reason; any preconceived opinion or feeling’. I spent my whole childhood living amongst different races, cultures and religions. I saw with my own eyes. I didn’t ‘pre-judge’ at all; in fact my views were formed in the correct way; by experience.
The years rolled on and I moved up to a secondary school which was almost 100% white. In our first maths lesson there I realised how poorly educated I actually was. I’d never done long division or long multiplication, while some of the kids from other schools had done basic algebra in their primary schools. I was way behind and I struggled, but eventually left school with a number of decent GCSE’s. I had my dad to thank for that; he’d gone to grammar school and had retained a good knowledge of maths, English and science even though he’d have preferred a technical education.
My political awakening really didn’t occur until I was in my early 20’s, notwithstanding that first foray into a polling station two years previous. I’d gone to college after school and studied engineering, but had struggled to find work upon leaving, so our family decided to move from our Black Country home and purchase a business in Shropshire.
In our first year of business we had an internet connection installed; It was a slow ‘dial up’ connection, but it opened the door to a whole new world for me. I’d developed a love for books and I found the internet offered a much wider array of literature that the average High Street bookshop could provide.
From Dar al Sulh to Dar al Islam
I read about Islam and learned of the three stages of Islamic conquest: Dar al Sulh, where Muslims are a peaceful minority community and must abide by the laws of the land they occupy; Dar al Harb, where that territory becomes a war zone as Muslim numbers reach a level where they can push forwards towards their aim of a Sharia state; to Dar al Islam - the Islamic state in its entirety. (Reference: ‘The Sword of the Prophet’ by Serge Trifkovic). But I didn’t just concentrate on studying Islamic scripture. I read about politics and nationalism and soon came to realise that the real problem in Britain were our own politicians; white, liberal politicians who had come through university and been indoctrinated with globalist, communist views, carefully packaged into what we often now refer to merely as ‘liberalism’. Suddenly Britain wasn’t a vigorous nation anymore; it was a ‘tolerant society’.
Angry and Frustrated
Before long I was looking at my country through new eyes. I understood a bit more about politics since that day I’d voted Tony Blair into Number 10, and I’d pieced together some of the lessons I’d unknowingly learned from my early experiences of multiculturalism. I clearly remember the day I did an internet search for both the National Front and the British National Party, which were the two political parties I now knew existed as a nationalist alternative to the mainstream. I could have gone either way at that point, being a little angry and very frustrated, but the more polished look of the British National Party website swung it for me.
Although angry and frustrated, I remember feeling exceptionally scared too, and rather than join the British National Party I opted to join the Trafalgar Club, which is a fundraising diner’s club attached to the Party. I rang the number provided and nervously asked if I could leave if I decided it wasn’t for me. The well spoken lady who I now know as Jean explained that I could, of course, leave if I wanted to and that any financial commitment I offered could be withdrawn at any time.
From then on every single time I took a step forward I felt nervous, and I always promised myself that the next step would be a step too far. However my resolve intensified over the following months and I soon joined the Party as a full member, became an activist, organised a local group, stood in elections and became a Parish councillor.
I found that the Establishment and the media used scare tactics to try and deter people from getting involved with the British National Party, but I saw these threats as bullying plain and simple. And now that I’m a family man with a son to take care of, my resolve is even stronger. I don’t want any child of mine to be a second class citizen, I don’t want them to receive a poor education and I don’t want them to be afraid to walk the street in their own country.
My mother first saw a knife fight aged 10 on the streets of Smethwick near her home. It was a fight between rival Asian gangs. That was 50 years ago, and the colonisation of Britain has been taking place ever since, via immigration and high birth rates. Gaddafi once said that Islam would rule the world through the wombs of its women, and he wasn’t joking. It is high time every patriotic white individual left behind their egos and petty disagreements, got up and worked for justice. Too much time has been wasted and the door of opportunity will not stay open forever.
In recent years I have come to some startling yet accurate conclusions; Mainstream politicians say one thing and do the opposite. Immigrant numbers rise no matter whether we have a Labour or Conservative or Lib Dem government. The British government has no control over the laws which govern British citizens. Our towns and cities are no longer British; they are little versions of Islamabad, Somalia and Iraq. The war on terror should be fought here on the streets of Britain, not on the streets of Afghanistan. Our country’s population is changing at an alarming rate. The government which is supposed to protect us has imported what amounts to a foreign army, many of whom hate the people whose country they are now living in, and at the same time our government has sent our troops as far away as is possible to go, into wars which are impossible to win.
I’ve watched news reports of paedophiles placed in halfway houses overlooking seafronts where come summer, young children will roam about half naked. I’ve read reports in the daily Telegraph which state Harriet Harman, a senior political figure, once wanted to water down child pornography laws: http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/politics/labour/4949555/Harriet-Harman-u...
The liberal internationalists who run the Britain would have us believe that what they’re doing is good for us, and there is no point disagreeing because we can’t change what’s been done. But we can and will do whatever we set our minds to.
Anyone who has frequented a public house where lips have been loosened by alcohol will know that there is a huge amount of passive resistance simmering away deep inside most white folk, especially amongst the working classes (the class where armies are traditionally raised). What we in the British National Party must do is prove that there is a way forward, and we can only do that by hard work and by stepping up to the front line, where the battle is being waged. The time has passed for silent discontent.
Brains and brawn
Our Establishment will attempt to deter you with psychological warfare, using fear to keep you in line. Many generations ago, our rulers used force to keep the population in check. Nowadays fear is their weapon of choice. Are you frightened of losing your job? What happens when you lose it anyway because of the recession? When you step back and look at today’s society and consider what your children will have to put up with (predatory paedophile gangs in our towns and cities; positive discrimination in favour of BME (Black, Minority, Ethnic) groups, failing schools) you will realise that the time for excuses is over and the time for radical change is here.
I hope my story inspires others to action. I realise many younger people are currently looking to the EDL for an answer, and that politics may not seem to offer the same adrenaline buzz. To this I would offer two observations. Firstly, British National Party demonstrations are every bit as exciting as anything the EDL can offer. Secondly, without a sound political backing a Cause will go nowhere. Demonstrations are a means to an end rather than an end in itself. Brains and brawn will win the day for us.
Friday, 9 March 2012
Thursday 8th March saw the West Midlands hold there GLA Fundraising meeting with party chairman Nick Griffin M.E.P.
The meeting was very well attended by both members and supporters, I chaired and opened the meeting and got everyone in the mood, I then introduced the Chairman Nick Griffin M.E.P who arrived straight from Brussels and got straight into his speech, the Chairman gave a very rousing speech and explained how important the GLA elections are. The Chairman then did a Question and Answer session and the questions came quick and fast, to which the Chairman answered all of the questions.
The Chairman then took time to have photos with both members and supporters before his long drive home, the meeting closed and everyone left very happy and full of enthusiasm and looked forward to the campaign ahead.
The meeting collected £1550.22 towards the GLA Election fund.
Monday, 5 March 2012
Readers may remember that last year, Members of the Black Country branch took on a chunky sized plot on an allotment deep in the heart of the region. Well, the good news is that one third of this large plot is ready for planting in March. Readers back then were amazed that for just £20 per year, such a plot, which is approximately Sq 4000 feet, could be worked on with such enthusiasm, as it was extremely overgrown, and required much work. The main reason for such a project, was broadly twofold, and prove that when it comes to being green, Nationalists are, and always were, at the forefront of connecting tradition and necessity together. One, is that with the massive price increases in both fuel and purchasing groceries, the branch wished to show others in the party, and supporters and concerned families nationwide that, we need not be at the mercy of the big supermarkets, foreign imported food, and using ridiculous numbers of car journey's to fetch basic food supplies. Two, this sort of self-sufficiency will provide all the necessary basic food sources, sadly lacking in much of what we eat today.
The members were congratulated by the committee on enduring with the plot, due to it's overgrown and uneven condition, and offered as much help and advice as possible. The members were also given a free supply of ''organic growing food''. Plans are also in motion to build a greenhouse on the edge of the plot, a raised car port and shed, and a ''children's section'' to encourage our young to get involved in nature, and what is a traditional, healthy pastime. Chickens will also be purchased, and one of the committee has already offered to ''gift'' his stock of hens and chickens next year. In the mean time, the members will be looking to stock up on this more natural and plentiful food source. Watch this space for the next up-date, and to all readers, supporters, and British families nationwide... get growing, dig for victory, and help create sustainable system within a system. After all said and done, we as a people can't rely on anyone else, and every additional tool we can use for our survival and renaissance, is one less ball and chain to endure.