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Our People's Shame
Today, Armistice Day, I attended the
service at the main war memorial in Bradford, in the city centre, next
to the main library.
Out of Bradford's population of 360,000 there were a mere 62 people present! And all of them were WHITE. Dozens of people walked past as we stood, heads bowed, in silence out of respect for the millions who gave their lives fighting for, what they were told was, their nation's and their people's freedom. Many of the people who walked past were non-Whites who wouldn't be even here today if it wasn't for those misguided brave souls who gave their lives for their nation to become the dumping ground of the Third World. You'd think that these aliens would stop and stand as well, just for a couple of minutes, out of respect for the people that allowed them to occupy our nation and displace our people. But no, these people see us as being weak, the view us with nothing but contempt. They cannot understand how the British people stand and allow them to do as they wish when they wouldn't even dream of doing the same for us if we had arrived in their nations. Today in
Bradford was a disgrace. Not so long ago every citizen in every city,
town and village in this country stopped whatever they were doing and
stood in silence for two minutes when the clock struck eleven on the
eleventh day of the eleventh month. Not any more, they just drive past
our memorials in their cars playing jungle music as they speed by at
11.00am on that day. Shameful! Kevin Watmough "Woe to the people that fails to honour its
heroes! It will cease producing them, cease knowing them." ADDENDUM
Betrayed
Source: http://www.express.co.uk/ourcomments/view/70437
The question was put to me with stark simplicity. "What was it all for?" asked the elderly lady, a
wistful look in her eyes.
"The country that they died
for has gone," she continued, glancing down at the red poppy on
her lapel.
I had fallen
into conversation with her on the steps of the Imperial War Museum in
London. Against such a backdrop, dominated by two mighty naval guns at
the main entrance, it was inevitable that our thoughts should turn to
war and sacrifice.
She explained
that she had lost close relatives in both World Wars and as a teenager
had endured the horrors of the Blitz. Mixed with her admiration for
family heroes who had lost their lives in conflict, she also felt utter despair at the state of Britain
and a profound sense of betrayal.
Although
her loved ones had given so much for their country, she now felt like
an alien in her own land, living in constant fear of crime and
surrounded by foreigners with whom she had no sense of mutual belonging
or trust.
Her insistent
question - "What was it all for?" - has also been echoing through
my mind as I research a book about Bomber Command during the Second
World War. It mounted perhaps the most bloody and dangerous British
offensive of the conflict, as crews of the heavy bombers flew night
after night over Germany through vicious flak from the ground and from
Luftwaffe fighters.
long-term
chances of survival were minimal. More than half
of all men who served in air crews were killed in action. The
courage required to step into those aircraft for the long journey in
blackened night skies over enemy territory is almost beyond
imagination.
Yet thousands of young Britons volunteered for
this hellish role, motivated by their deep love of country and an
abiding sense of a higher duty to others.
They died for their nation but that nation barely
exists any more. It has been destroyed by
the politicians, its sovereignty handed over to an unelected
continental bureaucracy, its economy sold off to foreign
interests, its heritage traduced or ignored, its
cities turned into modern Babels full of discordant tongues and wailing
mosques.
In this
Remembrance Week we hear our political leaders mouthing platitudes
about the debt we owe to the fallen. They ostentatiously parade their
poppies and bow their heads in silence
at the appropriate moments but all their words and gestures are hollow.
Behind the
week's front of piety they have shown contempt for British nationhood,
crushing it with their ruthless obedience to the ideologies of
diversity, globalisation and European integration.
It is telling
that Remembrance Week, which should be a time of solemn national
pride, is fast being turned into a vast commemoration of victimhood. In
place of honour and patriotism, we now have a remorseless emphasis on
the suffering of the men and women who took part in past military
conflicts.
It is absolutely
right, of course, that we should give our fullest support to the work
of the British Legion and other organisations in looking after
ex-services personnel, particularly those who bear the physical and
psychological scars of war. And it is an outrage that those who risked
so much in uniform on our behalf should have to struggle in civilian
life.
But what is
largely missing today is a respect for that instinctive devotion to
Britain which inspired so many millions to take up arms in defence of
our country. Patriotism is now a dirty word in
too many of our civic institutions, where
the Union flag is seen as an offensive symbol of xenophobia and
the national anthem is hopelessly uncool.
There was a
classic example of this fashionable disdain for national glory on BBC
TV at the weekend when reporter Robert Hall, introducing some archive
footage from 1918, said crowds in London could be seen "celebrating the
peace agreement".
No they weren't.
They were celebrating British victory and the surrender of Germany. But
such terms as "British victory" and "German surrender" are despised
within the politically correct BBC so, without any regard for the
historical truth, the triumph of 1918 had to be presented as some kind
of negotiated compromise.
It is precisely
because the political elite has lost all grasp of British patriotism
that our nation is now so fragmented and purposeless, a place without a soul, our once green and
pleasant land swallowed up by mass development, our justice system left
in tatters by the imported human-rights culture. The very idea of
British citizenship has been rendered meaningless by the twin malign
forces of the EU and mass immigration.
On Saturday,
this paper reported the case of rapist Abdullah Al Jaber, a Bangladeshi
who had already served six years in the US for a sex crime but was
allowed to settle in Britain because he was married to a Pole. Only in the madhouse of our dissolute country would
marriage to a Pole provide entitlement to British residency.
This is not the land for which so many sacrificed
their lives. During my research, the most moving passages I
uncovered were the memories of bomber pilots who flew back British PoWs
from Germany just after VE day.
All of them said that, as the planes approached
the white cliffs of Dover, the ex-prisoners would alternately cheer or
weep.
Today, in a nation that has lost its history, the
white cliffs have no such resonance. |
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