From the Man Cave XXXVII 

Frank, our editor, has been all over the story of poor Henry Nowak, the 18-year-old student, who drowned in his own blood while having his rights read to him by an officer of ‘the law’. I’ve seen the footage: the officer replied three times, “I don’t think you have mate” even after Henry told him he had been stabbed.

This is sickening and symptomatic of our woke, hypersensitivity-trained police ‘force’, which immediately took the side of the brown-skinned chap simply because he called ‘racism’ – shorthand for ‘I must be believed and favoured under all circumstances’. To Frank’s credit, he was on to this and writing about it long before anyone else.

One of the police officers involved has resigned. Whether this was Henry’s ‘mate’ or one of the others is not known. But they are all guilty: his ‘mate’ and anyone else involved in handcuffing him (possibly to death) by commission, and those who looked on and said nothing by omission. They should all be summarily dismissed and prosecuted.

Niall McCrae, occasionally of these pages, issues a call in his Substack to disarm the Sikhs – not his exact words – but they are my words. Generally, we have little problem with the Sikhs in the UK and they are, overall, a pleasant and peace-loving people who, on occasion, like to drink alcohol. In that sense, they integrate much better into our culture than some other immigrants from the South Asian sub-continent. But if my grandson can be hauled up at school for having a toy plastic sword – about two inches long – in his pencil case, then there can be no excuse for Sikh gentlemen to be permitted to carry blades.

And where is the outrage? There is plenty, I am sure, but it is largely kept in private (minor protests in Southampton notwithstanding). Compare that with the way London was brought to a halt during the Covid panic by a non-socially distanced march, commemorating the drug addict, psychopath and thug George Floyd, who did not even die because of police action. Can you imagine the insults and calls for swift justice and severe sentencing if the majority of us took to the streets to protest about the murder of Henry Nowak?

Celebrating diversity

It is hard to bring some levity to a column that started on such a serious and depressing topic. But, not unrelated to the above – although it will mainly involve representatives of the religion of peace – Hull City Council (which now features regularly in these pages) is mounting a Refugee Week, at which the city can ‘come together’ to drool over the scrounging bastards who are occupying our flagship city hotel, conducting criminal activity and making a nuisance of themselves on our streets.

The organisers say that this year’s theme (apparently this takes place annually – will we never learn?) is ‘courage’ and say that this is a ‘necessity’ for refugees who “face unknown journeys, learn new languages, or simply wake up each morning and step into an uncertain world.” If it is that hard, then surely if they stayed at home they would face none of these problems. Alternatively, learn one language – French – and stay there instead of risking your life crossing the Channel.

Admittedly, not all our refugees and migrants to Hull are from Muslim countries. But from their appearance, their dress, the worry beads and the fact they speak Arabic suggests that they are (or am I stereotyping here?). A series of activities is planned in which I will certainly not be participating. To do so would, in my view, be like joining a party on a sinking ship carrying an axe and proceeding to hack further holes in the hull.

But local couple – and no strangers to these pages – the Hulligans intend to throw themselves into the week’s activities with gusto. I caught up with this pair of crotchety old buggers in a pub in the Old Town of Hull. Asked why they were wearing balaclavas and drinking their beer through a straw, they reminded me that we lived under the cosh of Humberside Police famous for bringing the phenomenon of the non-crime hate incident into the public arena.

The Hulligans told me that they had hired a marquee which they were going to erect in the city centre with an open invitation to Refugee Week revellers to come in. The activities they plan to host in the marquee include old favourites such as ‘What’s under the burqa?’, a popular variation on the game Jeopardy, called ‘Which sandwich contains the bacon?’ and, for the less energetic, there will be a beautiful display of paintings depicting female genital mutilation. Something for everyone.

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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