WHY DO THEY FEAR THE BNP SO MUCH?

All of the huge number of new visitors like you on this site right now are here because you are curious to find out the truth about the British National Party. You already know that we’re the most demonised and vilified party in British political history, the question is why?

Despite having a website which is more popular than all the other parties’ put together, despite taking seats from Labour, LibDem and Conservatives in equal measure, despite being the only party whose policies reflect the views of many millions of otherwise voiceless Brits, we never get a fair crack of the whip from the media. Whenever we do well all the other parties unite to attack us. Why?

Because for decades the old parties have made British politics into a cosy liberal closed shop. Oh yes, they argue about minor points like a penny on or off tax, they fight like hungry pigs to get their noses in the public trough, but on the important issues they are essentially three factions in a liberal one-party state.

• They all support a level of immigration that is turning our country into a foreign place.
• They all believe that it’s right to tax hard-working families to break-up in order to finance an army of overpaid, bleeding heart, meddlesome bureaucrats to help spongers live at your expense.
• They all support Britain being turned into a mere province of the European federal superstate, at a cost of £Billions and the destruction of our traditional freedoms and identity.
• They all tell us that they can’t interfere with ‘the markets’ when ordinary peoples’ jobs are exported to China or India, but agree to bail out the banks, rescuing a gang of crooks from the consequences of their own greed by swamping us all with a tidal wave of debt.
• They all believe that prisons should be places of last resort designed to ‘rehabilitate’ criminals who they see as ‘victims’ – they’ve created a country where criminals are pampered while pensioners have to chose whether to freeze to death or starve.

They and their friends in the media hate the BNP because we offer voters a real, democratic choice again.

• The BNP says that Britain is full and it’s time to shut the door and to kick out all immigrant criminals, bogus asylum seekers and anti-Western Islamists.
• The BNP would slash taxes by abolishing all Politically Correct bureaucracy and insisting that every able bodied person pays their way instead of expecting to sponge off the rest of us.
• The BNP would restore British freedom, independence and prosperity by getting out of the EU.
• The BNP believes that the banking system should serve productive industry and the real economy, rather than the other way round.
• The BNP would treat criminals as the anti-social vermin they are, and make deterrence and fair play for victims the fundamental aims of the criminal justice system.

As you’ll find out when you come back and visit this site when it’s not so flooded with new visitors, there’s a lot more to the old parties’ and media’ hatred of the BNP than these points, but they go a long way to explaining it.

We’re different, we’re straight-talking – we’re people, not politicians.

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All Geared up for the Keith Brown Day of Action in Stoke Tomorrow

Latest Blog Entry from Nick Griffin

As readers of Simon Darby’s relentlessly reliable blog will know I was over there two evenings ago with him at the final planning conference, which was filmed by the BBC.

We’ll have to wait to see how they present it, but I can tell you that it was impressive. Twenty key members of Stoke BNP were present, including eight of the nine councillors, and the collective experience of being involved in properly run business meetings is having a big impact.

Everything has been meticulously organised, with ten separate RV points worked out, each with a local marshal in instant contact with the police and our own security teams. 70,000 excellent leaflets are all ready to go, as are all the maps needed for the different stages of the day.

Several of our councillors have been briefed by the police on the huge scale of CCTV coverage on all key roads, and the way in which this will be used by the police to ensure that the Labour party rent-a-mob are given their right to demonstrate and air their views without being allowed to cause trouble.

The Truth Truck route is all agreed too. I spoke to the driver and back-up team and am assured that everything is double-tested and ready to roll. Simon Darby has got media people crawling all over him about this event.

Stoke isn’t an easy place for outsiders to get around in so a full hour has been allocated at the end of the leafleting operation for the various teams to converge on the rally point. This does mean that there will only be three hours leafleting, so if we’re to reach our 60,000 leaflets out in a day target it’s vital that everyone is there before eleven, ready to start on the dot and to do three hours solid. No pub lunches for anyone tomorrow, although I can strongly recommend that outsiders dash in to one of the city’s many oat cake shops and try the great unsung survivors of the lost culinary tradition of the pre-industrial revolution English working class: a Stoke oat-meal pancake filled with bacon and cheese.

Remember to bring flags as well. More than 400 activists have now registered to attend this event. I really do hope that not a single one of them lets down themselves, Keith Brown’s memory and family or the BNP by calling off at the last minute. In fact, let’s have a few extra even on top of that. I look forward to seeing you there.

Autumn in Essex

Down in London for several important planning/management meetings the other week, I got time to hook up with our national elections officer Eddy Butler for a short excursion out to the Essex coast to view a possible site for future events such as Summer School and perhaps even the Red-White-and-Blue.

Overlooking a picturesque east coast estuary, the site has huge potential for us and we agreed to use it for a St. George’s Day event next year to test it out. Eddy is also keen on the idea of trips from it to a few of the extraordinarily wide range of historical and cultural sites in this surprisingly rural, even remote, corner of England.

We make a short detour to the site of the Battle of Maldon, where a Viking army overcame a Saxon defensive force, giving rise to one of the earliest surviving English poems. Google the poem, it’s well worth the read, and type in Battle of Maldon on Google Earth and you’ll get a great overview of the place.

We walk over the causeway to the island where the Vikings had drawn up their longboats. The tide is of course out, and we listen to the calls of curlews and other wading birds on the mud flats in the early autumn sunshine. We get a lot of useful business discussed and plans made as we walk.

A few miles eastwards we stop at the WW2 airfield near the nuclear power station at Bradwell on Sea. This was a coastal defence station established in 1942, and was home to several dozen different squadrons, including Czechs and Poles. I take a picture of the unusual, slightly macabre, memorial to those who gave their lives on my mobile to show our colleagues from the Czech National Party when I meet their lady chairman Petra and Daniel (the big chap at the RWB) again at Stansted Airport a couple of days later to firm up plans for me to address their National Day meeting in Prague in October.

Then we go as far east as we can get without getting wet. The brisk walk along a footpath over the windswept coast leads to a surprisingly tall, simply-built stone chapel - one of the very oldest in England. St Peter’s Chapel was built by Bishop Cedd, founded in 654 A.D. inside the walls of a ruined Roman Fort of the Saxon Shore.

At some time after the fort (really a cross between a castle and a distribution/storage depot) was built the sea came in and washed fully half of it away, then a change in local currents and conditions led to it receding, leaving hundreds of yards of meadow and marshland between the modern sea and the line of its former advance.

The chapel is still used for occasional services. It’s open to visitors and, as with so many of our ancient places of worship, has a supply of informative little booklets and postcards lovingly maintained by local volunteers.

On the way there we pass a middle aged chap pushing his mate in a wheelchair. We exchange greetings and carry on. Heading back we pass an earnest middle-aged bearded type, obviously a Christian, with a jet black associate who is surely a visitor from some African parish (and probably thereby far more of a Christian as Bishop Cedd would have recognised the term). The African gives us a friendly smile and word, but it’s clear that his bearded British associate has realised who I am and has just had his windy pilgrimage ruined!

Back in the car-park the other chap is just packing away his friend’s wheelchair. He stops me and says that his friend recognised me and would I say hello to him. I pop my head round the door of his specially adapted car and he’s delighted. We shake hands, exchange a few words about the state of the country, about Labour taxing us all to death to pay for their insane foreign wars, and we have to head off or we’ll be late.

In the Backroom

A lot of my time just recently has been taken up with ‘backroom’ planning work. We’ve designed a powerful new publicity campaign to follow up on Operation Outreach (rolling now with 100,000 Freedoms and half a million full colour recruitment leaflets going out over the next couple of months). We’re going to be using our direct mail capabilities to reach an audience we’ve never got to before - mainly young people -with a hard-hitting expose of the reality of racist violence, racial discrimination and disadvantage in Britain today. It’s going to be a real eye-opener. Tony Shell and Lee Barnes have done some excellent research for this.

Also taking up time for me and several colleagues has been work on our Euro campaign plans. These featured heavily in the latest Advisory Council meeting, where we also had a very useful discussion on how to deal with several recent leaks (since tracked down to industrial-strength spyware viruses on several key officials’ computers).

Useful and appreciated contributions to those discussions came from, inter alia, Richard Edmonds, one of the real old-hands of British nationalism whose counsel has been missed for too long, and who I am pleased to say has accepted the invitation to join the A.C. which I extended after his valuable contribution to the post-RWB constitutional change General Meeting. With so many opportunities opening up to us as the globalist financial system crashes and burns, old differences between genuine nationalists need to be buried. We’re all in this together.

Less constructive at one level is the time and mental energy that has to be put into contingency planning if the leftist-inspired media pressure on the owners of our Deeside industrial unit leads them to terminate our lease. The true scandal here is not that pro-Labour Marxists go in for threats and intimidation against unfortunate property owners and their political opponents, but that journalists go along with it instead of focussing on the real story - that the Brown regime and their bought-and-paid-for senior police officers give taxpayers’ money to small groups of criminal conspirators to help them to organise a sustained and illegal low-level terrorist (as defined by UK law) campaign against their political opponents. The internet epithet ‘Zanu-Labour’ is sadly all too apt.

Two Advances and a Great Pub

A couple of snippets of good news to finish with. The independent nationalist trade union Solidarity has just won its biggest financial victory for one of its members to date. Unfairly dismissed over a (non-political) dispute, Solidarity’s intervention secured a £28,000 compensation pay-out agreement, in a case that most of the idle time-serving pro-Labour party unions wouldn’t even have bothered with.

Meanwhile, our web site continues to rise in the ratings. It is now number 2,815 in the UK web site rankings as of September 15th. With Arthur Kemp and Simon Bennett working so hard on the editorial and technical sides respectively, it’s still heading in the right direction in the world rankings as well - something that can only continue as we do more on the multi-media front. Less than a year ago we were 128,000 in the world; a glance at the foot of the homepage will show we’re now about 73,000th - out of literally millions of sites. We’re streets ahead of all the other parties put together, and we’re all determined to keep and to build on that lead.

Heading back across country after one marathon driving/meetings session, I decide I can’t stand another motorway services sandwich. So I buy a paper and take a short detour off the A14 to the Pheasant Inn at Keystone (PE28 0RE). It’s a true gem. Once a blacksmith’s forge but for long years now a classic English thatched pub, complete with low beams, flag floors and friendly barmaids (one of whom can almost work the till!).

The range of real ale changes regularly with guest beers, and the chap sitting at the bar with a half-drained glass assures me that all of them are good. The food is superb, though in the interests of economy and waistline I only have a starter-sized portion of the smoked eel salad with fresh baked bread. Don’t turn your nose up, smoked eel is neither slimy nor does it even resemble an eel. It’s a firm but tender meaty fish, and if it was served as a delicacy somewhere fashionably foreign then the chatterati would fawn over it. But as it’s part of our culinary heritage and doesn’t come swamped in exotic spices or essence of ‘diversity’, it doesn’t get the write-ups.

The Pheasant at Keystone should do. So if you find yourself half way between Cambridge and the M1 one day at lunchtime or in the evening, look for the sign at the Keystone turn and take a quick dip in your ancestral heritage - architecturally, alcoholically, gastronomically, culturally and even (if you’re lucky) linguistically, for some of the older locals still speak with the slow East Anglian burr that in most of the towns of Cambridgeshire and Northamptonshire has been replaced by bastardised Estuary English.

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The RWB, Garlic and the Need for a Horse’s Skull

My apologies to everyone who’s missed my blog in recent months. As former regulars will know, my entries tend to be long, and I just haven’t had the time to sit down and get them done.

Of all the things which I would have covered but missed, the one that most needs belated recognition is the moving humanist funeral held for Bill Walker, father of John and Rob Walker and, like those two, a BNP stalwart. This was well attended not just by our people but also by Bill’s former comrades from the Forces, including a standard party from the Royal Air Force Association.

Here’s a photo of Bill and his son John (at present driving round the country on various RWB set-up errands) at the Queensferry Remembrance Sunday parade in Deeside less than a year ago. It was an honour to know him, and a privilege to be a pall bearer for the last journey of a man who took Lancashire decency, commonsense and true grit to every corner of the globe during his time as a gunner on Merchant Marine ships throughout World War Two.

Bill survived being torpedoed and sunk five times, both by the Germans and by the Japanese, several times being picked up from a life-raft containing more dead men than survivors. For the rabid leftists fuming over this site, your crew were merrily allied to Hitler in 1941 when Bill was clinging to a sunken ship’s hatch in the cold, oily waves of the North Atlantic. Now that’s a REAL ‘anti-Nazi’, and he gave the BNP £1,000 for the Welsh Assembly elections last year alone, as well as standing up for the party in the local club whenever the question of politics came up.

Picked up the 18 pint polypin of beer for the prize for the RWB Folk Song competition. The micro-brewery near Oswestry is part way through another mash and it smells wonderful. It’s such a shame that the spite of the Powers That Be means that people will have to bring their own, generally canned and mass produced capitalist beer to the weekend, instead of being allowed to help support our traditions by buying barrels of real ale from a small independent brewery.

I was on site delivering a vanload of catering equipment and assorted decorations yesterday. There’s a great build-up team there, with most of the real heavy work already done. I’m pleased to be able to report that the North West (my region for next year’s European elections) is playing a huge part in this. The team is led by Burnley’s Dave Shapcott, fed by a catering duo from Liverpool, and includes our regional secretary Duncan Warner, as well as activists from the Wirral and other NW units. Several East Midlanders and BNP locals are also there, with Wendy Russell on a seemingly never-ending round of van pick-ups and deliveries.

The weather forecast remains unsettled, although the promise last night was of a dry day for Friday. If that will stretch through Saturday so the later arrivals can get their tents set up in the dry then, by the standards of this summer, we’d have nothing to grumble about.

I do urge anyone thinking of being put off by a bit of rain to grow a backbone and bring an umbrella though. The second RWB ever, held here in mid-Wales back in 2001, was hit by the worst summer storm in more than thirty years. It rained non-stop for two days, and back then we only had one large marquee, but the rain-soaked spirit was amazing. Everyone was brought together by the slight adversity and we had one of the best RWB times ever. Nowadays we’re far better equipped, so come along for a ball come rain or shine!

Despite the rotten summer so far I’ve just harvested a record amount of garlic. It’s mainly due, I reckon, to the fact that it’s in one of the raised beds I built last year. Without that the bulbs would probably have rotted away. The huge, albeit mild, Isle of Wight-supplied elephant garlic is particularly good. John Ryde from Leicestershire gave me a bulb grown from a greengrocer’s clove the other week. I shall take a bulb of the elephant garlic with me to the RWB so anyone wanting to try it next year can have a couple of cloves. Perhaps we could have a competition in future years for the largest bulb?

Here’s a (not very good) picture of Boswell in the garlic bed when the sun came out earlier this summer.

And another of the moon over the stone gatepost that I put up to end the dry stone wall Richard and I built the other year. There’s a full moon this weekend of course, let’s hope we get to see a lot of it.

Now a strange request, related by tenuous link to thoughts of the moon and standing stones - can anyone bring to the Red-White-and-Blue a clean horse’s skull, preferably complete with jaw? The Morris team want to be accompanied by a Mari Llwyd, the ghastly grey clad ‘horse’ from the Welsh folk tradition, but so far we’ve drawn a complete blank in trying to find a skull. Please bring one along if you can help, but no killing poor Dobbin just to please me!

Also, we need half-a-dozen old black or dark suit jackets in various sizes. Anyone who fancies a go Morris Dancing should bring their own (bearing in mind it will never be any use as a normal suit jacket once it’s been converted for Morris purposes), but if anyone else can bring any dark suit jackets to donate that would be much appreciated. Please bring all such offerings to the Traditional Food Hall (and come and meet the Czechs, who are the latest addition to the fun there and who will be cooking their national dish goulash).

One final picture: Another from Cresswell Crags in the hope of inspiring a few more people to take Monday off work and spend a bit of time enjoying the history and scenery of Derbyshire. Another reminder of what a wonderful country we’ve inherited from our ancestors - and of what we hold in trust for future generations of our people.

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Dispatches Review - by Nick Griffin

I settled down to watch Dispatches tonight not sure what to expect by way of the intended message of “It shouldn’t happen to a Muslim” by Daily Mail writer Peter Oborne. But despite that uncertainty I expected that the combination of the usually technically excellent and seamless Dispatches format, together with the analytical talent shown by Oborne in his written articles, would at least make good TV.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Muslim Students taught to fly

New York: 9/11 - Islamic terrorists fly planes into twin towers!

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

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

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

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

Honestly, you can’t make it up!

Read the full story below:

Students taught to fly

Neal Keeling 30/ 6/2008

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Photo-exhibition

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

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

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

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

The Royal Norwegian Air Force also took part.

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

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

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

Story source: Manchester Evening News

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The National Radio Broadcast We Didn’t Get

Although all the serious parties were given radio broadcasts for the London Mayoral election this year, the BBC’s rules on Party Political Broadcasts meant that no parties were given any radio broadcast time for the rest of the country.

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

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

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

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

Listen to the Broadcast now:

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A visit to the Mid-West, reflections on the BNP victory in Havering, and a tale of two pigs… latest blog entry from Nick Griffin.

The South West – and through to Easter

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Another Post Office closure

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Salisbury contingent

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

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

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

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

Cheddar Gorge

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Another megalithic masterpiece

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Two events to savour

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Pigs again – at last

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

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

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

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A VISIT ‘DOWN SOUTH’, MORE ORGANISATIONAL PROGRESS – AND A NEWSNIGHT INTERVIEW

  

A busy few days down in the South East, where Regional Organiser Andy McBride is building a great team, including a rather promising experiment with Shire Organisers, for this sprawling region.

Ex Conservative candidate Nick Prince chairs a well attended meeting in Hastings. The local paper has a front page headline about local Labour councillors claiming that I’m ‘not welcome’ in the town, but the public postings on the paper’s website tell a different story (at least until they set their Minitru censors to work on a PC clean-up operation).

The report mentions the astounding fact that there are now ninety languages spoken in the town. A smaller story covers the fact that its average council tax bill is the third highest in England and that cuts are going to have to be made in the budget. I hazard a guess that translation services might be a useful place to start.

I have a stinking cold and, to be honest, don’t feel like being there at all, but we do a Questions & Answer session and it goes very well.  

Tuesday. Start the day with a call from a reporter on the Hastings Observer. He seriously tries to tell me that the town’s ‘diversity’ is what attracts so many tourists, although to be fair he drops that line of ‘reasoning’ when I point out that Hastings’ tourist-pulling power may just have more to do with a certain battle fought a few miles up the road.

We move on to Chichester for a far more sensible interview for the local paper’s website. This is something that’s getting increasingly common as newspapers with steadily dropping sales figures try to break out of mere newsprint and into multimedia coverage.

One question that often comes up in parts of Middle England like this is whether we can really build support in such places. We’re staying near Bognor Regis, so I point out that it produced BNP votes of up to 26% in the wards we fought locally last year.

Then it’s a few miles’ drive to a village where we’re contesting a by-election shortly. Another local paper interview followed by lunch in a pub in the heart of the ward. Candidate Albert is a dead-spit for the antique-dealing, time-travelling baddie who tricked several of the characters in a recent episode of Torchwood into opening the Cardiff time rift to let loose a gigantic devil creature. Strangely enough, our candidate is an antique restorer.

Despite its unfortunate tendencies to gratuitous miscegenation and the in-you-face promotion of homosexuality, Torchwood is a splendidly entertaining piece of pulp TV fiction - ideal for a fifty minute break from reality every now and again. The present BBC series ‘The Last Enemy’, on the other hand, is a thoroughly heavyweight political thriller, dealing with just about every theme in current affairs going. As there’s no Bremner, Bird and Fortune series running at present, that exhausts the
Griffin list of TV worth watching.

In the evening I speak at a packed meeting upstairs in a large modern village pub not far from Chichester. Retired teacher Val Manchee (a Hugenot name apparently) is the dedicated local Organiser. A group of ex- and disillusioned UKIPers swell our numbers to 90 or so. I talk in part about the Racism Cuts Both Ways project and am delighted to be handed a £2,500 donation to help pay for the advert I mention that we plan to place in the Parliamentary Monitor. Simon Darby has been negotiating this on and off for weeks.

In the end, predictably but pathetically, the editor of the Parliamentary Monitor loses his nerve and pulls our advert. I call the donor and explain the situation and he readily gives me the go-ahead to use the money for adverts elsewhere, or to add it to general funds for the forthcoming elections if (as is quite likely) there turns out to be an outbreak of collective cowardice among editors and advertising execs.

Wednesday starts with a couple of hours’ online research, then it’s off to the

Southhampton BBC centre for interviews with the local TV news networks for Kent and Oxford. Both carry the reports, thus giving us a decent bit of coverage within the region as a whole. When I first started going to regional TV studios a few years’ back, there was always a frisson of shock, curiosity or sullen hostility when staff spotted me. Nowadays, no one seems to think twice about it - another straw in the normalisation wind.

Quite a long drive through heavy traffic to Aylesbury where Matt Tait  - a young man with a thoroughly mature head on his shoulders - chairs the meeting. Peter Strudwick also speaks, giving his usual articulate and thoughtful talk, as one would expect from a law lecturer with decades of political experience (he was formerly a senior figure in the Monday Club, and my father and he remember each other from Tory politics in North London back in the 1960s. A reporter and photographer from the local paper are present throughout almost the entire meeting, although only a small story appears the following day. Still, it’s a fair report, so we mustn’t complain.

Distant memories

We’re staying in Camberley and several times we pass the entrance to Sandhurst, Britain’s great army officer training academy. I boxed there two or three times while at university. We were always a bit fitter than the would-be Second Lieutenants, and generally had the edge over them - at least until the judges that they provided totalled up their scores. What a bunch of cheating, biased old bastards they were, though the young officers themselves were always friendly and very sporting. The only way a Cambridge boxer could be sure of a win at Sandhurst was with a knock-out, or at least with a knock-down or standing count in two of the three rounds. I believe I got a draw and two wins.

The Thursday meeting is held in a golf club near Crawley. About a hundred are present - a really good turnout. Donna Bailey, still rightly proud of her recent by-election and media showings, speaks before me, and does so very well. The meeting is chaired by Richard Trower, who’s been around for some years now, a steady hand on the tiller in the area. The long journey home passes quite quickly as I use the time to write my next month’s ID article.

Peacock Club

Unusually, I’m out politicking on Friday night as well. Jackie and I are guests at the Peacock Club Dinner. Named after East Midlands BNP founder member and long-time organiser through the really lean years, the late John Peacock, the Club raises money for elections and organisational work in the East Mids. Regional Organiser Geoff Dickens acts as MC, and delights all present by telling us that the Peacock Club account at present holds more than £10,000 saved up for next year’s Euro election, and that the total is rising all the time.

The turn-out is way up on last year, largely thanks to Wendy Russell who has done a great job getting in touch with members and past members and building things. A enjoy a chat with Stuart (aka ‘The Doc’) about his times as National Press Officer and his continued work with the media spreading the fame of the BNP.

For weeks now, whenever I’ve had a spare half hour or so with the laptop, I’ve been plugging away at the Racism Cuts Both Ways project. The bulk of the original research for this was done by Alan Newark, a BNP member in Leeds, but since then I’ve been searching for more of the forgotten victims of minority racism and working through the depressingly long list to standardise the style of the reports, most of which were originally published on the inside pages of local newspapers.

The finished document is some 40,000 words long and, for now, contains the details of 142 white victims of what, according to the guidelines used by the Institute for Race Relations when considering the cases of non-white victims, were racial homicides.

I’ve written of this in the March issue of Identity and the whole issue is now a major sub-section on the main BNP website, so I won’t repeat the findings here. I do urge every single reader of this blog to take a long hard look at the hidden scandal that we’ve unearthed - and to look for ways to help tear down the iron curtain of Establishment silence about this epidemic of violence against our people.

I’m also working on an ideological book covering a wide range of subjects. Again, it’s something that only gets done in fits and starts in between deadlines, mini-emergencies and the huge amount of mental effort and time that is at present going in to building a professional management structure for the BNP. This operation is one of those ‘turning round an oil tanker’ jobs, though I’m confident that more and more people will see the improvements that are resulting kicking in over the next few months.

Appeal going well - and still running

Ged Munns, our treasury official handling the new fund appeal, calls to say that it’s doing very well. This is really good news because it’s so important that we have the hard cash needed to run by far our most ambitious London campaign e