A man by the name of Jihad Al-Shamie attacks and kills a man at a synagogue in Manchester which, by this point, is quite old news. According to Nick Dixon and Paul Cox on The Current Thing podcast, while it is bleedingly obvious what the man’s religion is, the fact that he is ‘Muslim’ has not been uttered by the press. And our new Home Secretary, who makes sure that everyone knows the most important thing in her life is her Muslim faith has never heard anyone being called ‘Jihad’ before. While the numbers of Muslim boys named Jidah is small, at least she won’t be able to claim that again.
There continues to be some confusion around the motives of the man responsible for the attack; if he was not a Muslim, then what was he and why did he do it? Why did he call 999 and pledge allegiance to the Islamic State? It’s all a mystery. At least it was until former footballer turned professional gobshite Gary Neville shed light on the incident. It was all, apparently, the fault of people who go and tie English and United Kingdom flags to lampposts.
Thanks for clearing that one up Gary, and thank goodness for your public spiritedness in immediately removing a Union Flag you saw recently? The flag was on one of your own properties, so I am assuming there was little threat of someone decking you for it. I cordially invite you to visit Orchard Park in Hull with your stepladder and try removing the many flags which adorn that working-class and notoriously lawless area of our city.
From Comic Relief to Colonial Relief
Speaking of gobshites, former comedian (nobody’s laughing now) and Premier Inn front man Sir Lenny Henry has written a book along with Marcus Ryder. According to Google Books, Ryder ‘has over twenty-five years’ experience working in television and journalism and is a leader on the issue of diversity in the media. He was previously the Chair of the Royal Television Society’s Diversity Committee’. Sounds like Marcus is as woke as they come. It also raises the question of how much of the writing was done by Sir Lenny.
Anyway, as I’m sure you’re dying to know, the book is titled The Big Payback: The Case for Reparations for Slavery and How They Would Work. Lenny and Marcus – presumably neither short of a few bob – reckon that all black British people should be paid slavery reparations. It should only cost £18 trillion – not much short of the GDP of the USA – thereby making each black person in Britain a multimillionaire to the tune of £7.5 million. The Church of England, hell bent on its own destruction, says that it should pay out £100 million in slavery reparations (to whom we are not clear), which seems a bit stingy compared with Sir Lenny’s proposals.
This is all, of course, utter madness. Either Lenny and Marcus can’t count or they want to bring this country to its knees, when it won’t matter how much money each black person has in their back pockets. There’ll be no jobs and nothing to buy. Can you imagine the influx of black people – we might even see a reprise of blackface by Justin Trudeau hoping for a handout – if the UK went down this road.
Green light to migrants
The Green Party, never known for coming up with useful policies and led by a man who, by any reckoning, seems to be completely bonkers, has struck again. They have found a solution to the crisis of illegal migrants coming across the channel on small (and not so small) boats: just let them all in by a safe route. Yet again, like most MPs at Westminster, they think that the British people are worried about the unsafe mode of travel that these illegal migrants choose to take, and that we will all sleep easily in our beds if they simply stop the boats taking the dangerous route.
Nobody wants to see migrants drowning at sea, especially innocent children and women who have probably been coerced into providing some ballast. But the fact that anyone drowns in the channel is patently not our responsibility. Each illegal migrant who boards a wobbly boat with a dodgy outboard knows the risk, and must take the responsibility.
At least one MP, Robert Jenrick, has his finger on the pulse as he said in his recent address to a Conservative Association about walking in Handsworth, Birmingham and not seeing another white face. I could say the same about some of the back streets of Hull. This is not racism, it is simply a fact; and it is a fact that is at the heart of the anger felt by native Brits. It is the worst aspect of our multicultural agenda. It is not integration, it is invasion – and people want it to stop. The crazy Greens will just make the situation worse. Mind you, like the Tories, they have little chance of ever being in office.
Apparently, even given our customary lenience when they come to court, three migrants staying in the same hotel in Bournemouth have been sentenced for violent crime in less than a fortnight. Was that a Premier Inn perhaps? Best ask Sir Lenny.
Roger Watson is a retired academic, editor and writer. He writes regularly for a range of conservative journals including The Salisbury Review and The European Conservative. He has travelled and worked extensively in the Far East and the Middle East. He lives in Kingston upon Hull, UK.
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I’m afraid your figures are incorrect. Old Mother Damnable, aka the Church of England, isn’t planning to hand out £100 million in reparations to persons unknown. Oh no! The collection plate might have been a bit light last Sunday, but some time ago they upped the amount to £1 billion! They can’t afford to give the Revd Doris Miggins a curate to help her with her fifteen parishes, but they can hand out lots of lovely dosh to people who might have had a great-great-great-great auntie who knew a slave!
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Hilarious! I’m tempted myself to search my family history to try to find a great-great-great-great auntie who knew a slave!
Robert Jenrick’s much maligned (factual) comment about Birmingham reminded me of the very first time I arrived by train in that city. I noticed immediately that every uniformed employee at the station was black. This is the first time I’ve put that in writing, for what should now be very obvious reasons.
For the record, in the hope of forestalling arrest and charge, with one exception, all the black people I’ve ever met were lovely people, friendly and hospitable. The one exception had good reason to be less than friendly, less disposed to life in the UK, due to the way her family has been treated by over-zealous social workers but that is a story which I’m not free to tell.
Nevertheless, just as I would express surprise if I arrived in an African city and found it full of white faces, I think it is quite natural to notice (although dangerous to express surprise) when we find a UK city with a majority of black faces in the population.
The apparent media policy of not identifying offenders as “Muslims” is a real puzzle, especially when – as in the case cited in the above article – it is patently obvious that the offender wanted to identify himself as Muslim.
As for the whole nonsense of paying reparations – if that goes ahead, then there ought to be some kind of mass protest, in practical terms, but how? We can’t withhold taxes, can we, now that everything is paid online and/or taken directly from salaries and pensions.
I feel a growing sense of helplessness these days.
Once in a barbers shop in Wolverhampton circa 2010 (run by a nice Indian guy and his two sons – all Moslems incidentally, but all cricket mad, nor sure they were partisan in their support though as the TV had cricket on all the time) the father looked out of the window and said ‘you never see a white face around here anymore’ and laughed. I couldn’t help but laugh either as it was so funny to hear this comment without thinking even he’s not pleased that the city isn’t like it was when he was young, and he clearly doesn’t see this as an advantage.
Incidentally most customers were white indigenous West Midlanders.
Martin,
As I laughed at the idea of it, your story of the barbers’ shop in Wolverhampton reminded me of a hairdressers’ shop in Reading some years ago. Seriously. Would I lie? Moving on, quickly… I was walking by said hairdressers’, glanced in and then stopped for a double-take when I saw that all the hairdressers were black. Here’s where our stories differ, though – all the customers were black as well!
I haven’t been to Reading for quite a few years now but if I’m ever back, I’ll find that shop and tell them about the amount of free advertising I’ve given them, because I normally tell my Birmingham Railway Station (New Street, I think?) and Reading Hairdressers’ Shop stories in the same breath, so to speak. I was trying not to ramble here today so I omitted it from my previous comment.
So, better late than never… I’m now officially rambling!