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November

November was the ninth month of the Roman calendar. Its name is derived from the Latin novem, nine. The Anglo Saxons called it Blotmonath (‘Bloodmonth’) or Windmonath (‘Wind Month’).

In Welsh it is Tachwedd – the month of slaughtering, or Y Mis Du – the black month. In Gaelic it is Ant-Samhuinn – the month of the Samhain festival.

November is the pioneer of Winter, who comes, with his sharp winds and keen frosts, to cut down every bladed and leafy bit of green that is standing up, so as to make more room for the coming snowflakes to fall on the level waste, and form a great bed for Winter to sleep on . . . But amid all these images of desolation, which strike the eye more vividly through missing the richly-coloured foliage that threw such beauty over the two preceding months, November has still its berries which the early frosts have ripened to perfection.

November Sayings

November – the time when fishermen beached their boats and stopped fishing for winter.

No warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease,

No comfortable feel in any member –

No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees,

No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds – November!

Thomas Hood ‘No’ (1844)

On the first November if the weather hold clear

An end of what sowing you do for this year

November’s child is born to bless,

He’s like a song of thankfulness.

Married in veils of November mist,

Fortune your wedding ring has kissed.

If you wed in bleak November

Only joy will come, remember.

Ice in November to bear a duck,

Nothing afterwards but slush and muck.

November take flail,

Let ships no more sail.

Ice in November

Brings mud in December.

If the November goosebone be thick, so will the winter’s weather be.

If the November goosebone be thin, so will the winter’s weather be.

November’s sky in chill and drear,

November’s leaf is red and sear.

A child born at Hallowtide is sure to have the second sight and all November’s children will be fortunate and beloved.

A cold November, a warm Christmas.

Days of the Month

1st – All Saints Day and All Hallows Day

“For all thy saints

Who from their labours rest,

Who thee by faith

Before the world confessed . . .”

All Saints Day Hymn, Bishop W. Walsham Howe.

All Saints brings the second summer.

All Saints summer lasts three hours, three days or three weeks.

‘Hallow’ is an old word for ‘saint’. All Saints or All Hallows is a celebration of all the redeemed, both the known and the unknown, just in case some saints had slipped through the net of the year unnoticed.

On this day people remembered their departed relatives and prayed for them. Food is left out tonight in case the souls of the departed visit.

All Hallows summer starts today, a traditional spell of unseasonable warmth.

If ducks do slide at Hollantide, at Christmas they will swim;

If ducks do swim at Hollantide, at Christmas they will slide.

Up to the late nineteenth century this was Bonfire day (now 5th November – Bonfire Night).

Mummers’ plays were performed to mark the beginning of winter, as a rite to revive the life-bearing sun.

Samhain – a pagan festival marking the transition between summer and winter.

2nd – All Souls Day

It is a day on which prayers are said and masses celebrated for all those who have ever lived and died.

On this day soul cakes were made. People went from door to door singing a song in return for alms.

Souling songs were sung and it was customary to give soul cakes to all who called. These were small cakes flavoured with spices and brought luck.

Soul! Soul! for a soul cake!

I pray, good missus, a soul cake!

An apple or pear, a plum or cherry,

Any good thing to make us merry.

Traditional souling song

You gentlemen of England, I’d have you to draw near,

For we have come a-Souling for your strong ale and beer.

A soul-cake, a soul-cake,

Have mercy, Lord, on all Christian souls.

‘I hope you will prove kind with your apples and strong beer,

And we’ll come no more a-souling until this time next year.

One for Peter, one for Paul,

One for Him as made us all.

Up with your kettles, and down with your pans,

Give us a sou’cake and we will be gone.

Old souling song

3rd – St Winefrides Day

St Winefride’s Well in Holywell is the finest example of a medieval well. James II and his Queen visited in 1686 desperate for an heir, and it soon worked its magic.

Hundreds of people were said to have been cured of diseases after a dip in the special bathing pool. The water was also used for making wishes.

4th – St Cleer’s Day

He was a 6th century hermit. St Cleer, near Liskeard in Cornwall, is named after him, and his Holy Well still stands in the village.

A stick and a stake

For King George’s sake

Will you please to give us a faggot.

If you won’t give one, we’ll steal two,

The better for we and the worse for you.

Bonfire wood collecting Warwickshire rhyme

5th – Guy Fawkes/Bonfire Night

On this day in 1605 Guy Fawkes was arrested following the attempt to blow up Parliament.

November 5th was officially declared a day of national celebration. It became combined with the fire festivals already prevalent at this time of year and survives to the present day as Bonfire Night.

There are records of effigies being burnt on bonfires as early as the 1670s, although until the nineteenth century these were more likely to be of the Pope.

In the sixteenth century Mary I burnt 17 Protestant martyrs at Lewes in Sussex, an inflammatory act which continues to ignite the town in annual protest. Each November 5th they ‘burn the Pope’ and have a massive bonfire. People chant

‘A rope, a rope to hang the Pope, a piece of cheese to toast him,

A barrel of beer to drink his health, and a right good fire to roast him.’

There is a huge fancy dress torchlight parade through the streets.

‘We come a cob-a coalin; cob-a coalin,

We come a cob-a coalin for Bonfire Night.’

Citizens of York are not supposed to burn Guy today. He was a York-born soldier roped into the 1605 plot as a mercenary. He was ironically born a Protestant.

In addition to the well-known ‘Remember, remember the 5th of November, Gunpowder, treason and plot’, apposite rhymes today include:

Rumour, rumour, pump a derry,

Prick his heart and burn his body,

And send his soul to Purgatory.

and

Gunpowder Plot shall ne’er be forgot

As long as Bella Brown makes good Tom Trot.

Tom Trot was parkin, an oaty ginger and treacle cake.

The penny for the guy custom and the making of the guy for the garden bonfire are two widespread homely traditions that have largely disappeared and numerous others have come and gone.

Some families had special food for the evening. Jacket potatoes cooked on the edge of the bonfire, toffee apples, Bonfire toffee and gingerbread and parkin to munch on as the rockets were set off.

On the first Friday in November the Bridgewater carnival takes place and holds what is claimed to be the largest illuminated carnival in the world. Crowds of 150,000 pack the town. Around 150 floats take part, decorated with thousands of light bulbs. A huge firework display ends the evening. Blazing tar barrels, firecrackers and street bonfires used to be held.

“Men, boys and urchins paraded the streets decked out in their colourful costumes. Amongst the usual mix of characters was one young man who had the impudence to mimic ‘to an alarming extent’ the latest ladies fashion – crinoline. But the young ladies of the day were able to get their own back by throwing lighted firecrackers at this display from the safety of their upstairs windows.”

Local newspaper report of 1860.

6th – St Leonard’s Day

Died c.560. Patron saint of blacksmiths, coopers, greengrocers, prisoners of war, slaves and women in labour.

St Leonard is still remembered in the place names in Bucks, Dorset, St Leonard’s Forest, and in St Leonard’s, near Hastings.

7th – St Willibrord’s Day

10th – Martinmas Eve

Was seen as a time of feasting and merrymaking based on the habit of slaughtering animals at this time for salting down to last through the winter. It was a time of indoor gathering, where tales were told and games played, in defiance of the darkening nights and deteriorating weather of the autumn season:

Now that the year grows wearisome with age

And days grow short and nights excessively long

No outdoor sports the village hinds engage

Still is the meadow romp and harvest song.

John Clare – Martinmas Eve 1830

Martinmas Eve is Halloween Old Style and thus a second chance to look into the future.

Take three dishes, fill one with clean water, one with dirty water and leave one empty. A person is then blindfolded and led in to feel for a dish with their left hand; if they put their hand into the clean water, their future wife (or husband) will be a maid or bachelor; if into the dirty water they will wed a widow or widower, but if into the empty dish they will never marry.

11th – Martinmas

St Martin of Tours is the patron saint of soldiers. He was a 4th century saint. He served in the army before his baptism in AD 354, which allegedly followed a miraculous vision of Christ he experienced after sharing his military cloak with a freezing beggar. He became Bishop of Tours. After he died the cloak became a sacred relic, carried into battle as a banner by various French monarchs, and stored at other times in a sanctuary known as the chopelle or capella (from the old French chape, or Latin capella, cloak) from which the English word ‘chapel’ is derived.

If Martinmas ice will bear a duck,

Then look for a winter of slush and muck.

Weather wise, if it is very cold today, the winter will be gentle. Martinmas is usually quite mild, the start of a short spell known as St Martin’s summer, or the November Halcyon Days. This is because Martin gave his cloak to a beggar, and God commemorates this charity every year with a burst of unseasonably warm weather.

It is the day of Martinmas,

Cups of ale should freely pass,

What through winter has begun

To push down the summer sun.

To our fire we can be take

And enjoy the crackling brake,

Never heeding winter’s face

On the day of Martinmas.

Martinmas beef doth bear good tack

When country folk do daintier lack.

11th

In 1918 at the eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month, the hostilities of World War I officially came to an end.

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old.

Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.

At the going down of the sun, and in the morning,

We will remember them.

Laurence Binyon, ‘For the Fallen’ (1914)

Armistice Day is also called Poppy Day, from the custom of wearing paper replicas of this flower. They grew in the battlefields of Flanders, their bright red symbolic of the blood that had been shed there.

In Flanders fields the poppies blow

Between the crosses, row on row

That mark our place; and in the sky

The Larks still bravely singing, fly

Scarce heard amid the guns below.

John McCrae, ‘In Flanders Fields’ (1915)

13th – St Brice’s Day

Brice was Bishop of Tours. He died in AD 444. He was soon accredited with saintly virtues and his cult was popular in England. The only English church dedicated to him is at Brize Norton, Oxfordshire.

The most well-known custom that took place on St Brice’s Day was the annual bull-running at Stamford. Every year on this day at 11 in the morning the church bells were rung to warn people off the streets, and a bull was released. After being chased through the town by people with their dogs yelling and shouting, it was pushed into the river. After it had managed to swim ashore in nearby meadows, the poor beast was finally killed and later eaten.

The last bull-running took place in 1839.

14th – St Dyfrig’s Day

He lived in the 6th century, and was said to have been the bishop who crowned Arthur.

On this day in 1635 died Old Parr of Shropshire, who claimed to have been born in 1483 and thus to be 152 years old. He married for the first time at 80, and for the second at 120; but the excitement of a visit to Charles I’s court proved fatal to him. He is buried in Westminster Abbey.

16th – St Margaret of Scotland’s Day

Margaret, who died in 1093, was one of the last of the Anglo-Saxon monarchs, wife of King Malcolm III.

A healing well at Liberton, in Edinburgh, is named after her.

17th – Queen Elizabeth’s Holiday

The anniversary of her accession to the throne in 1558, formerly much celebrated with bonfires and bell ringing.

‘Next came the Queen, in the sixty-sixth year of her age, as we were told, but very majestic. Her face was oblong, fair but wrinkled; her eyes small, but black and pleasant; her nose a little hooked, her lips narrow and her teeth black. She wore false hair and that was red.’

Paul Hentzner – Travels in England, 1598.

17th – St Hilda’s Day (614-680)

She founded the Abbey in Whitby, North Yorkshire. It became famous as a school. Five pupils of hers became bishops. Fifteen churches are dedicated to her.

17th – St Hugh of Avalon, also known as Hugh of Lincoln (Great Hugh) (1135-1200)

Hugh was a wise and fearless Bishop of Lincoln whose pet swan met him each time he returned to his palace. He has one church dedicated to him.

18th

The traditional time for making Christmas puddings is Stir Up Sunday, the Sunday before Advent Sunday, which is the final one in November. Each member of the family should stir the pudding and make a wish. The name Stir Up Sunday comes from the collect traditionally read on this day in church.

‘Stir up we beseech thee, O Lord, the wills of thy faithful people.’

A children’s rhyme chanted when alms collecting echoes this:

Stir up, we beseech thee, the pudding in the pot.

And when we get home we’ll eat the lot.

Puddings should be made of 13 ingredients, one for each Apostle and one for Jesus. They should be stirred with a wooden spoon – to recall the manger – and in a sunwise direction, retracing the route of the magi. It is still customary in some households to make 13 puddings, the last one is known as the Judas Pudding and is either given to a beggar or thrown out.

19th – St Ermenburga’s Day

A Kentish princess, who founded a nunnery at Minster on the Isle of Thanet.

20th – St Edmund’s Day (841-870), Patron Saint of Sailors

He was King of East Anglia, and murdered by the Vikings in 869 when he refused to champion their pagan cause by being tied to a tree and fired at with arrows and then beheaded. His head was hidden under a thorn bush, but when his followers sought it, the head itself was heard crying, ‘Here, here,’ and was discovered in the care of a monstrous white wolf.

He was buried at the Suffolk town which then became Bury St Edmunds. St Edmund remains popular across East Anglia and schoolchildren on this day are given a specially baked St Edmunds bun.

Set garlic and beans at Edmund the King,

The moon in the wane thereof hangeth a thing.

21st – Old Michaelmas Eve

22nd – St Cecilia’s Day

She was a 3rd century Roman Christian, and is the patron saint of musicians. She was said to have invented the organ. Cecilia was condemned for her Christianity and put to death. St Cecilia’s Church in Rome is built on the site of the bath in which she died.

So when the last and dreadful hour

This crumbling pageant shall devour

The trumpet shall be heard on high

The dead shall live, the living die.

And musick shall untune the sky.

22nd

Today used to be a hatters’ holiday, being the eve of their patron saint, Clement. He was born saint and inventor. After a long and tiring walk, he found some wool and put this between his foot and the sandal, the combination of sweat and compaction resulted in the first felt.

22nd – Pack-Rag Day, called because servants now carried their possessions to new work places after finding new employment at the many hiring fairs held on this day – Martinmas Old Style.

Servant men, stand up for your wages

When to the hirings you do go,

For you must work all sorts of weather,

Both cold and wet and snow.

Old Shropshire Ballard

23rd

St Clement was a 4th century Christian martyr, drowned by being tied to an anchor. He is patron saint of blacksmiths and lighthouse men and hatters.

St Clement brings the winter.

Clementing, clementing once a year,

Apples and pears are very good cheer.

One for Peter, two for Paul,

And three for Him who made us all.

Up with the hatchet and down with the shoe,

If you have no apples, money will do.

Money will do, money will do.

In former times St Clements Day was celebrated with a custom known as clementing, which involved begging for money, fruit or cakes in exchange for a song. In some parts of the UK blacksmiths celebrated their patron saint’s feast day with parades through the streets with an effigy of St Clement called Old Clem and ended with a special meal called a Clem Supper.

Later children took up cleming and sang songs in return for apples or spiced Clements cakes.

At Walsall the mayor used to throw apples and pennies at the children in the name of Clement, while at Rippon, choristers handed out apples stuck through with a sprig of box.

25th – St Catherine’s Day

Patron saint of philosophers, librarians, unmarried women, wheelwrights, millers and lace makers. 80 churches are dedicated to her. She is said to have been tortured on a wheel in AD 310, hence the Catherine wheel firework and the Catherine or Rose window.

Her well is at Abbotsbury, near Weymouth. Put one knee and your hands in three holes inside the chapel, and wish aloud for a tall, dark stranger to engulf you.

The festival of St Catherine was often held together with St Clement.

‘Cattern and Clemen be here, be here,

Some of your apples and some of your beer.’

People went catterning, and cattern cakes and pies were made and eaten. The cakes were light and airy, made from sweet dough, flavoured with caraway. The pies were shaped like a Catherine wheel, filled with mince, honey and breadcrumbs.

Rise, maidens, rise,

Bake your cattern pies.

Bake enough and bake no waste,

And let the bellmen have a taste.

People played games. A favourite one was leaping over a lit candle. If it went out as you leaped, farewell good luck.

Kit be nimble, Kit be quick.

Kit jumps over the candlestick.

St Catherine was also involved in matters of matrimony. At St Catherine’s chapel in Abbotsbury, Dorset, women used to go and say the following prayer:

A husband, St Catherine,

A handsome one, St Catherine;

A rich one, St Catherine;

A nice one, St Catherine;

And soon, St Catherine!

The Cattern Bowl

A special drink was made out of cider, cinnamon and sugar, pulped apples were then added and it was given out to friends and family.

30th – St Andrew’s Day. Patron Saint of Scotland

When St Andrew was martyred in the 1st century AD, he opted for a X shaped (saltire) cross, as he felt unworthy of being killed in the same way as Jesus.

About 600 churches are dedicated to him.

St Andrew the King, three weeks and three days before Christmas come in.

‘Traditional saying’

On St Andrew’s Day the night is twice as long as day.

All over the world Scots raise the following toast today –

‘To the memory of St Andrew and Scotland yet.’

This was mischief night in Northamptonshire. Squirrel hunting was an annual event.

Elderberry wine and Tandra cake or St Andrew’s cake are eaten in England in areas of lace making such as Bedfordshire, Buckinghamshire, Hertfordshire and Northamptonshire. The holiday was known as ‘Tander’.

30th – Advent

Advent means ‘coming’, of the messiah. Christians celebrate the coming of Christ during Advent – the four weeks before Christmas. Advent Sunday is the nearest Sunday to 30th November.

Some people have an Advent wreath with four candles, one to light on each Sunday.

In the north of England before the Reformation poor women made two dolls called the Advent Images (representing the Virgin and Christchild) and went around the neighbourhood singing the ancient carol, ‘The first joy that Mary had, it was the joy of one’ and people contributed a coin.

Beechwood fires burn bright and clear

If the logs be kept a year.

Oaken logs if dry and old

Keep away the winter’s cold.

Chestnut’s only good, they say,

If for years ’tis laid away.

But ash-wood green or ash-wood brown

Are fit for a king with a golden crown.

Elm, she burns like the churchyard moule,

Even the very flames are cold.

Birch and pine-wood burn too fast,

Blaze too bright and do not last.

But ash wet or ash dry,

A Queen may warm her slippers by.

Sea Fever

I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,

And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,

And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking,

And a grey mist on the sea’s face and a grey dawn breaking.

I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide

Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;

And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,

And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.

I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,

To the gull’s way and the whale’s way where the wind’s like a whetted knife;

And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,

And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long track’s over.

John Masefield

Looking backwards, looking forward

Will Wright

Coming together, coming apart

In 1967, a number of British Nationalist parties merged to form the National Front. I do not know if the term ‘nationalist unity’ was bandied about, but that was the unmistakable aim of the merger. Almost all British Nationalists belonged to the National Front.

By 1972, there was a short-lived splinter group, the National Independence Party. That was followed by the National Party, in 1975. That party was defunct two years later. But the name that the public knew was the National Front.

By 1980, things were much more serious. In the Midlands, there was a rebellion. The British Democratic Party was formed. Then Andrew Fountaine created the Constitutional Movement, which became the Nationalist Party. Then John Tyndall created the New National Front, which became the British National Party.

Since the NF’s founding, there was the tiny, and infiltrated, British Movement which was parasitic on the NF.

All of these groups damaged both the cause of nationalist unity and British Nationalism itself. Yet the odd thing is many of those splitters began talking of nationalist unity.

The National Front had split four ways. Yet further wreckers caused the rump of the NF to be split another three or four ways. The party effectively died in the 1980s.

Tyndall’s BNP limped on. Older members died. Few people were recruited. When Nick Griffin seized the leadership, the BNP began to expand. But few among the new recruits ever became proper ideological nationalists.

I had joined the NF in 1974, and I joined the BNP in the 1990s, because it appeared that British Nationalism might again be moving forward. But that party too split into numerous splinter groups.

But the important thing to realise is that most ordinary rank-and-file British Nationalists are not factional. If they see a once united party breaking up, then they simply drop out of politics altogether. That happened with both the NF and later the BNP.

Fake organisations

The Establishment had a hand in destroying both the NF and the BNP. The NF had been subjected to very serious violence since the beginning. It suffered infiltration, official harassment of various kinds, media vilification, oppressive laws, and much else.

The BNP also suffered some of those things. But it also suffered the organisation and leading individuals permanently ‘debanked’ long before Nigel Farage experienced that temporary nuisance. By then, finding printers was also a problem.

A political party that has no bank account and cannot print literature has an enormous handicap.

But the Establishment hit on a new idea also. UKIP had been founded by a Liberal, to oppose British membership of what became the European Union. A few desperate British Nationalists saw it as a substitute for a nationalist movement.

But the Establishment was wise to infiltration. UKIP constitutionally banned all former and current members of the NF and the BNP.

The State could have it both ways. The public could vote for a tame organisation that wasn’t ideologically nationalist but never officially declared that, while real nationalists were excluded.

As Farage moved from UKIP to the Brexit Party and then Reform UK, the ban on British Nationalists continued.

But Farage did not run street protests or marches. For that, the secret state needed the services of Stephen Yaxley-Lennon, known as ‘Tommy Robinson.’ Martin Webster warned his subscribers about ‘Robinson.’ So too did Nick Griffin, then still the head of the BNP.

But the secret state now had a controlled opposition. UKIP and its successors for elections and Tommy Robinson for the streets.

Problems

A lot of rank-and-file nationalists were, and are, lazy. They have not been active, and they have read very little. Partly, because of the latter, they cannot tell a genuine organisation from a fake one.

Our country is threatened on multiple fronts. Our sovereignty is threatened by international organisations. Our very existence is threatened, at home, by mass immigration and a multi-racial society. Separatist groups want to split the United Kingdom apart.

But uninformed patriots hear “Stop the Boats!” and assume that is a call to end multi-racialism. But very often it is not. Anyone who criticises Islam in the UK, is assumed to be against a multi-racial society. Very often those people are not opposed to a multi-racial society.

Anyone who waves a Union Jack is assumed to be one of us. Obviously, waving a Union Jack is far preferable to waving the red flag of the Left, or the EU flag, but it is not proof of ideological integrity.

The Tories have been betraying Britain ever since 1945 but still making patriotic noises and displaying the Union Jack at their conferences.

Under Blair, Labour adopted the Red Rose, instead of the Red Flag. Starmer had the Union Jack printed on Labour election leaflets – much to the horror and protests of a very large section of his rank-and-file.

But patriotic symbols, divorced from patriotic policies and patriotic action, are a shabby confidence trick.

Some people understand that idea, when looking at the two main parties of government. But for some reason, they cannot see that principle, if the flag bearer is Nigel Farage or Tommy Robinson, and now Danny Tommo.

We should believe in an all-White Britain. Nigel Farage will not even stop legal immigration. (He probably won’t stop illegal immigration either.) Farage will not implement phased repatriation of settled immigrants in any meaningful numbers.

UKIP was a White party. But Reform UK is deliberately a multi-racial party, with two built-in Jewish sections. Farage is happy to accept a multi-racial society.

Tommy Robinson, Danny Tommo, and John Francis all oppose British Nationalism.

With the indigenous population now probably at about seventy percent of the whole, an aging (and dying) White population, and legal immigration at an at time high, stopping the boats is not going to make much difference, even if it ever happens.

We need to stop ALL legal immigration, and we need remigration. Ideally, that would be repatriation. But if foreigners cannot return home, they can still leave Britain. But Farage, Robinson, Tommo, or John Francis do not support that. Only Farage is ever likely to be in a position to do that, anyway.

These people are not our friends or ideological bedfellows.

What is to be done?

Both Griffin and Collett believe that the electoral route to power, for British Nationalists, is blocked by Farage. Before long, it will be impossible for any racial nationalist party to win, even in theory, because of changing demographics.

If we accept that Farage does not even intend to stop legal immigration, then on that basis, it begins to look like Nick Griffin has a point when he says we will not see significant remigration in our lifetimes. (And that is assuming that Farage actually wins power.)

Griffin does not even advocate remigration, because he sees it as a waste of time and energy. Collett does still advocate remigration.

I think we should still say we favour that solution, even if we never see it happen.

Griffin thinks all British Nationalists should join Rupert Lowe’s Restore Britain. That party will not win power, but Griffin hopes that Nationalists could radicalise the big numbers inside that party, in readiness for a time when White areas will need to be made secure.

Meanwhile, Mark Collett wants Reform UK to win the next general election. Not from a stance of hero-worship of Farage, but as a strategy to destroy the Conservative Party, and possibly eventually, the Labour Party, too.

Reform will have much shallower roots than the two main parties.

I like both Griffin’s ‘entryist’ intentions towards Restore Britain AND Collett’s purely strategic support for a Reform UK election victory. But it immediately strikes me that these two ideas could be mutually exclusive.

And something else occurs to me. Sometimes revolutions take on a life of their own.

Revolution

Revolutions eat their own children. Robespierre went to the guillotine. Trotsky was assassinated. Ernst Rohm was assassinated. Those were violent times.

Farage is not well. He has had several (at least three) brushes with death. One day he will be replaced. Just perhaps, it could be by a younger, more radical man who does believe in remigration.

Of course, the Establishment is trying to ensure that Reform UK is absorbed. The inclusion of high-ranking non-Whites shows us that. So too, does the inclusion of two Jewish lobbying groups.

Elite Theorists argue that the ordinary people never change anything. But they are not forced to be completely right. Even dictators need to have popular support to rule for any length of time.

In spite of Establishment, non-White, and minority Jewish efforts, a large grassroots remigration movement might one day influence the direction of travel of Reform UK.

Both the Establishment and the people once supported British membership of the EU, but opinions change. Maybe the idea of remigration might become mainstream, in spite of Griffin’s thoughts on the matter.

Like Griffin, Collett, and all other sincere Nationalists, I am left clutching at straws.

We must continue to hope and pray and stay optimistic. Sometimes, when all looks lost something totally unexpected happens.

© Will Wright 2026. For permission to reproduce this post please contact the author through this web site.

December

December was the tenth month of the Roman Calendar. Its name is derived from the Latin decem, ten.

The Anglo-Saxons called it Wintemonath, in Gaelic it is An mios marbh – the dead month. In Welsh – Rhagfyr – the month of preparation, and Giuli – the month of Yule.

Chill December brings the sleet,
Blazing fires and Christmas treat.

Dark December has now come, and brought with him the shortest day and longest night; he turns the mist-like rain into ice with the breath of his nostrils; and with cold that pierces to the very bones, drives the shivering and houseless beggar to seek shelter in the deserted shed . . . Even the houses, with their frosted windows, have now a wintry look; and the iron knocker of the door, covered with hoary rime, seems to cut the fingers like a knife when it is touched.

Sayings

A windy Christmas Day, a good crop of fruit.

If the ice will bear a man before Christmas it will not bear a mouse afterwards.

Clear moon – frost soon.

December cold with snow, good for rye.

Married in days of December cheer,
Love’s star shines brighter from year to year.

A green Christmas means a fat churchyard.

If Christmas Day falls on a Sunday, the next summer will be a hot one. If it falls on a Thursday, the following year will have much wind – and a dry wind that will be.

If the sun shines on the branches on Christmas Day, the fruit trees will bear well.

If Christmas Day be bright and clear
There’ll be two winters in that year.

Hours of sun on Christmas Day,
So many frosts in the month of May.

Days of the Month

1st – Christians celebrate the start of Advent

On this day in 1797 the seven shilling piece was issued.

‘The swaggering blade who has spent all his money
First searches his pockets, then looks very funny,
But his horrid perplexities suddenly cease
Should there lurk in his fob a seven shilling piece.’

3rd – St Birinus Day

He became the first Bishop of Dorchester. In 650 he was bitten by an adder and died. Before expiring Birinus declared that all people of Dorchester would be forever protected from snake-bite as long as they stayed within earshot of the church bells. Ever since locals have been able to drink vast quantities of mixed cider and lager without fear of falling over!

4th – St Barbara’s Day. St Barbara is invoked by artillerymen and miners to ward off explosions.

This is said to be because St Barbara was saved from execution by her father when he was struck by a bolt of lightning just as he was about to chop off her head. St Barbara became associated with the power to control thunderstorms.

When a thick band of cloud blankets the western sky with smaller cloud bands above and below, this is referred to as Barbara and her barns (bairns, children).

St Osmund’s Day

St Osmund was Bishop of Salisbury. He died in 1099. St Osmund can be invoked for curing toothache, rupture, madness and paralysis.

5th – St Justinian’s Day. He was a Breton hermit. St Justinian’s Spring used to be on Ramsey Island, near St Davids.

6th – St Nicholas’ Day. He was known for his kindness and generosity to children. He is patron saint of children, single women, pawn brokers, apothecaries, bankers, clerks, captives, perfumers, and sailors.

He was Bishop of 4th century Myra in Turkey. He died on this day in AD 328.

According to one legend he gave away three bags of gold for the dowries of three poor sisters. This is remembered in the pawnbrokers’ sign of three gold balls.

By tradition he visits homes to see if children have been good, and if so leaves small gifts. He is accompanied by Black Peter, a mischievous imp, who carries a bundle of canes for use on naughty children.

After the Reformation the feast of St Nicholas was amalgamated with Christmas Day. Santa Claus is a corruption of the Dutch name for St Nicholas.

Cathedral towns used to elect a Boy Bishop on this day, who served until Holy Innocents Day (28th December). The Boy Bishop undertook all duties except taking Mass.

Three weeks before Christmas the curfew bells at Scarcliffe Church near Chesterfield in Derbyshire traditionally begin their nightly peal, which lasted until three weeks after the 25th.

11th

The beginning of the Halcyon Days of December, a spell of traditionally fine weather. Halcyon is another name for the Kingfisher. They were supposed to build their nests on the sea at this time of year, calming the waves with their song.

12th St Finnian’s Night

Anyone who goes to bed supperless on this night is likely to be carried over the housetop by the fairies.

13th – St Lucy’s Day

Patron saint of blind people, St Lucy was a devout virgin who gave all her worldly goods to the poor (thereby, in true Christian fashion, joining the ranks of the poor herself).

Lucy light, the shortest day and longest night.

Lucy can be invoked by people suffering from poor eyesight. She is regarded as the bringer of light.

14th – St Tibba’s Day

Tibba and her cousin Eabba, lived in Rutland in the seventh century. They were both devout hermits who became saints after their deaths.

St Tibba is the patron saint of falconers and wild fowlers. In Ryhall in Rutland there is a well named after her.

On this day in 1542 one of Scotland’s best loved monarchs, King James V, died.

16th – the official start of the mince pie season

December 16th is known as a sapientia, after the anthem traditionally sung today.

17th – Saturnalia

The seventeenth was the start of the seven day Roman festival, Saturnalia, in honour of the god of agriculture, ancestor of modern Christmas.

The 17th is known as Sow Day. Pigs were killed and eaten. No banquet was complete without the boar’s head until well into the 17th century. The orange or apple stuffed into its mouth is a piece of solar imagery.

In Nottinghamshire mince pigs made out of pastry (stuffed with mincemeat) and shaped like pigs with currants for eyes were made for the festive season.

Pigs are said to be able to see the wind.

20th – St Thomas’s Eve

Take an onion, peel it, stick pins in it, and retire to bed with the words –

Good St Thomas, do me right.
Send me my true love tonight.

21st – St Thomas’s Day. The Winter Solstice. When the hours of darkness are at their longest and daylight at their shortest.

On this day people went ‘Thomasing’ or gooding. Poor women tramped around their neighbourhood calling at farms and houses of their better off neighbours, expecting to receive doles of money or food in order to ‘keep a good Christmas’, singing as they went,

‘Please we’ve come a Thomasing, remember St Thomas’s Day.’

‘St Thomas Gray, St Thomas Gray,
The longest night and the shortest day.’

Today marks the end of autumn and the beginning of winter. In pagan times bonfires were lit to frighten away evil spirits, and other activities were held, some of which were absorbed into the festivities of Christmas and the New Year.

St Thomas Divine.
Brewing, baking and killing of fat swine.

Christmas is coming and the geese are getting fat
Please spare a penny for the old man’s hat.
If you haven’t a penny, a ha’penny will do.
If you haven’t got a ha’penny, God bless you.

Christmas Eve

T’was the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
Clement Moore, The Night Before Christmas (1822)

Christmas Eve is a traditional time for Nativity Plays and for mummers’ plays. The latter often included the legend of St George and the Dragon. Other characters included The Grand Turk, The Gallant Knight, The Doctor, The Fool or Jester, and Old Father Christmas.

Underlying all mumming plays is the seasonal theme of the conflict between good and evil, darkness and light.

Mumming Songs

‘For one mug of your Christmas ale
Would make us all merry and sing;
And money in our pockets is
A very fine thing . . .’

In comes I, Old Father Christmas,
Am I welcome or am I not?
I hope Old Father Christmas
Will never be forgot.

Village lads they may have been, well known to everyone in their audience, but a shadow of the old fear and magic remained as they clattered in disguised, from the frosty lanes, and even in the nineteenth century it was felt unwise to name them.

If a girl walks backwards to a pear tree on Christmas Eve, and walks around the tree three times, she will see an image of her future husband.

For those who keep bees, failure to tell them of any important news such as marriage and death can result in substandard honey, the death of the bees or their desertion of the hive.

In some parts of the country keys were rattled at the hive and then the rhyme

‘Honey bees! Honey bees! Hear what I say!
Your master, X, has passed away.
But his wife now begs you weely stay,
And still gather honey for many a day.
Bonny bees, bonny bees, hear what I say.’

‘Twas said that on Christmas Eve at midnight all the cattle would kneel in their stalls.

Christmas Eve, and twelve of the clock,
‘Now they are all on their knees,’
An elder said as we sat in a flock
By the embers in hearthside ease.
Thomas Hardy

The most important event of Christmas Eve was the hauling in of the Yule log. Once inside, it was rolled on to the fire and had to be kept burning throughout Christmas until Twelfth Night.

‘Come bring with a noise
My merrie, merrie boyes,
The Christmas log to the firing;
While my good dame, she
Bids ye all be free;
And drink to your heart’s desiring.’
Robert Herrick

The arrival of the Yule log inside the house on Christmas Eve was always an opportunity for a celebration.

They pile the Yule log on the hearth,
Soak toasted crabs in ale;
And while they sip, their homely mirth
Is joyous as if all the earth
For man were void of bale.
Thomas Cooper 1846

The Waits

An essential part of the run-up to Christmas was the evening visits by musicians, called the Waits. A number of medieval towns maintained bodies of Waits, York, Leicester and Norwich among them.

Their duties included providing music at public events, as night watchmen patrolling the streets at night and playing softly and announcing time, to reassure that all was well.

Dumb Cake

It was customary on this night for single girls to make a dumb-cake, which had to be baked in complete silence. The name of the maker pricked her initials on the top of the cake. When baked, it was placed on the hearthstone. At midnight her future husband would walk in and prick his initials next to her. Then one would eat the cake.

Stockings are hung up at the end of children’s beds or by the chimney, and a glass of sherry and a mince pie left for Father Christmas and a carrot for Rudolph.

‘What will go in the Christmas stocking
While the clock on the mantelpiece is ticking?
An orange, a penny,
Some sweets, not too many,
A handful of love,
Another of fun,
And it’s very nearly done.’
Eleanor Farjean

Christmas Day

Christmas comes but once a year,
But when it comes it brings good cheer.
Traditional saying

Anyone born on Christmas Day is able to see spirits and immune to hanging or drowning.

A time for playing games

After lunch games were played. Most of these are long forgotten, and remembered in name only. Cross and Pyle, Hot Cockles Hot, The Parson Has Lost His Cloak, Feed The Dove, Hawld Hard, Turn Trencher, Round About Our Coal Fire, whilst others such as Hunt The Slipper, Puss In The Corner, and Blind Man’s Buff live on as children’s games.

A traditional Christmas game is Snapdragon. Raisins are put in a flat dish and set alight with brandy. All try to pluck out and eat a raisin without burning themselves.

‘With his blue and lapping tongue,
Many of you will be stung.
Snip! Snap! Dragon!’

Posset was made and drunk – a drink made with warm milk, brandy and spices. This was passed around among the family and friends as they sang carols, told stories and listened to readings around the fire.

God bless the master of this house,
And bless the mistress too,
And call the little children
That round the table go.
And all your kin and kinsfolk
That dwell both far and near.
I wish you a merry Christmas
And a happy New Year.

Wassailing comes in two forms: the visiting wassail and the wassailing of objects such as the apple trees in January. The word means hale/cheery. The visiting wassail bowl was carried from house to house full of drink, the smell of the cider, cinnamon and roasted apples wafting in the cold dark air. Later the empty bowl was used for the alms. The company sang, as they went door to door, the old wassailing songs.

Wassail, wassail all over the town,
Our toast is white, our ale is brown.
Our bowl is made of a maplin tree;
We be good fellows all – I drink to thee.

We are not daily beggars that beg from door to door,
But we are neighbours’ children who you have seen before.

We know by the moon that we are not too soon,
And we know by the sky that we are not too high.

He’s a fool to marry at Yule, for when the bairns near, the corns to shear.
Old saying

26th – St Stephens Day

Blessed be St Stephen, there is no fast upon his even (traditional saying)

His name is perhaps best known from the Christmas carol –

Good King Wenceslas looked out
On the feast of Stephen,
When the snow lay round about,
Deep and crisp and even;
Brightly shone the moon that night,
Though the frost was cruel,
When a poor man came in sight
Gathering winter fuel.
. . .
Therefore Christian men, be sure,
Wealth or rank possessing,
Ye who now will bless the poor,
Shall yourselves find blessing.
J M Neale, ‘Good King Wenceslas (1853)

Boxing Day

This slightly odd name is probably derived from the time when alms-boxes in churches were opened and the contents distributed to the poor of the parish. At one time children toured the neighbourhood singing:

I wish you a merry Christmas
And a happy New Year,
A pocket full of money,
And a cellar full of beer;
A good fat pig
That will last you all year;
I wish you a merry Christmas
And a happy New Year.

The cock flew in the yew tree,
The hen came clucking by;
If you haven’t got any money,
Please to give me a mince pie –
A mince pie this New Year.

The roads are very dirty,
My shoes are very thin.
I’ve got a little pocket
I can pop a penny in.
May God bless all friends dear.

I wish you a merry Christmas,
And a happy New Year,
A lump of cake
And a barrel of beer.
Christmas comes but once a year.
When it comes it brings good cheer.
Cheer up, cheer up, this New Year.

Hunting the Wren was a widespread custom that took place any time over the Christmas season, but mostly on 26th December. Parties of men and boys paraded the village, singing, dancing and playing musical instruments as they went, and carrying a special box decorated with ribbons and garlands and which contained a wren.

‘The Wren, the Wren, the kind of birds,
St Stephen’s Day, was killed in the furze.
Although he be little, his honour is great
And so, good people, pray give us a treat.

27th – St John’s Day

John was the son of Zebedee and Salome, like his brother, James The Greater, he was a fisherman. ‘St Johns to borrow’ – money used to be borrowed by farmers on this day to enable them to buy new seed for the coming crops.

In the Cotswold village of Marshfield, Gloucestershire, a team of men still perform the old mummers play every Christmas. They call themselves the old-time paper boys, after the costumes that they wear, made out of newspaper cut into strips. The characters are Father Christmas, King William, Little man John, Doctor Phoenix, Saucy Jack, Tenpenny Nit and Father Beelzebub, preceded by a top hatted town crier with hand bell. As with all ‘hero-combat’ mumming plays, one character kills another and the Doctor is summoned to revive him.

‘I can cure the itch, the stitch, the palsy and the gout, all pains within and none without. Bring me an old woman seven years dead, seven years laid in her grave, take a pill from me, and this gallant boy will rise again. What’s the fee, doctor? Ten pounds is my fee, but fifteen I’ll take of thee, to set this man free.

28th – Holy Innocents Day, also known as Childermas, it commemorates King Herod’s massacres of all the male infants in and around Bethlehem in an attempt to kill Christ (according to the New Testament).

29th – St Thomas Becket’s Day, commemorating the date in 1170, when he was murdered in Canterbury Cathedral. His shrine became one of the most important destinations for medieval pilgrims.

And specially from every shrine ende
Of England to Canterbury they wende,
The holy blissful martyr for to seke
That hem hath holpen whan that they were seeke.
Geoffrey Chaucer, Canterbury Tales

31st – New Year’s Eve. Hogmany in Scotland.

Should auld acquaintance be forgot
And never brought to mind?
. . .
We’ll take a cup o’ kindness yet
For auld lang syne.
Robert Burns (1788)

Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,
The flying cloud, the frosty light;
The year is dying in the night;
Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.

Ring out the old, ring in the new,
Ring, happy bells, across the snow!
The year is going, let him go;
Ring out the false, ring in the true.
Alfred Lord Tennyson (1850)

Any wind tonight will foretell the wind in the New Year.

If New Year’s Eve night wind blows south
It betokeneth warmth and growth;
If west, much milk and fish in the sea;
If north, much cold and storms there will be,
If east, the trees will bear much fruit;
If north-east, flee it, man and brute.

In the bleak mid-winter
Frosty wind made moan;
Earth stood hard as iron,
Water like a stone;
Snow had fallen, snow on snow, snow on snow,
In the bleak mid-winter
Long ago.
Christina Rossetti, ‘Mid-Winter’ (1875)

People who are wilfully blind

Will Wright

An unusual meeting between two very different men

Imagine a man who is an expert in subatomic physics. In his leisure hours he has made a study of Eastern mysticism. To his surprise he realises that statements about the nature of the universe, made by mystics many centuries ago, are remarkably similar to statements about the nature of the universe, made by modern scientists studying the subatomic world.

He writes a book about it, pitched at the intelligent layman. Then several others write on the same theme.

One day, he is thrown together with another man, either by fate, or some mischievous god. They are stuck in a hotel bar in bad weather.

The second man knows nothing of either subatomic physics or Eastern mysticism. He has not read the book. In fact, he does not do much reading at all, even modern novels.

The two men talk about food, beer, football, a little politics. They drink quite a few beers. But the second man asks the physicist to tell him about his book. He explains the theme, but the questioner quickly becomes bored.

Later, when someone asks the second man what he thinks about the book, he readily dismisses it as “a load of crap.” But is he really qualified to hold an opinion on this book?

Which of the two men has your sympathy?

A study of Jews

I have read quite a few books about Jews and also quite a few books by Jews. I have drawn conclusions about Jews. I have observed Jewish behaviour and discussed it with people who are also knowledgeable about Jewish people.

Sometimes, someone patriotic asks me about this. But that is often done in a busy pub, where many other topics of conversation are competing. I do not get much said.

Often, the questioner will state, “It’s not the Jews we should be bothered about, it’s the fucking Muslims,” or some variant on that idea.

If I ask someone which they care about – Pakistani rape gangs, or Black knife murders, they might look oddly at me and say, “I care about both.” I feel like that if someone asks me which is the bigger threat, Jews or Muslims. Surely, we care about both threats. And we do not need to take sides in any quarrel between Jews and Muslims, either in the Middle East, or right here in Britain.

To my dismay, I often find that people who do little reading, and have never been properly active in politics, are quick to decide that they know better than me that all the country’s problems are the fault of Muslims.

Is this situation Nick Griffin’s fault?

Increasingly harsh laws have made it dangerous to speak publicly, or write publicly, about Race. Nick Griffin, very well educated and very knowledgeable about racial problems, thought he had found a way around that problem.

As the largest immigrant group are Pakistani Muslims, Griffin concentrated the BNP’s attention on Muslims in the UK. That was a strategy, but unfortunately, a lot of people took Griffin at his word.

The BNP recruited a lot of people, but many of those people never learned racial nationalist ideology. For such people, Blacks, Chinese, Indian Sikhs and Hindus, Jews, are all okay. Only Muslims present a problem.

Stephen Yaxley-Lennon, the infamous ‘Tommy Robinson,’ is a political ignoramus and a petty crook. He has been promoted by the state to take British Nationalism’s proper place on the streets. For ‘Robinson’ he really believes that Muslims are the only problem. He always had a Sikh as his right-hand man.

Jewish politicians, lawyers, media types, educators, all promoted a multi-racial society for decades. Other Jews were also implicated in much violence against Nationalists. But now Jews feel threatened by the militant Islamic presence here in Britain. They expect British patriots to jump to the defence of Jews. Those Jews encourage hostility towards Muslims. ‘Tommy Robinson’ is their puppet.

Many mainstream media people also pay lip service to the idea that it is exclusively Muslims who are the problem.

Tommy’s man in Hull: John Francis

John Francis Giddins is a flamboyant former martial artist, from London. He is a former member of Tommy Robinson’s EDL. He boasts of Jewish ancestry and is supported by a Black former pub and club bouncer, Martin Morgan. John Francis, as he likes to be known, has organised yet another rally in the centre of Hull. The theme? ‘Black, Brown and White, unite!”

He claims to be against extremists of both the Right and the Left, as well as Muslim extremists and politically correct extremists. So Giddins promotes a multi-racial society and opposes the ‘far right.’ How exactly is this man a threat to the Establishment, when he follows its line?

I urge all genuine patriots in Hull, do not support this man, he is not the real deal.

Nigel Farage and Reform UK

I think that Nigel Farage was/is sincere about his opposition to British membership of the European Union. He was opposed to free movement of labour. But he is not and never has been a racial nationalist.

However, he is happy to be mistaken for one, when there are elections.

Just as ‘Tommy Robinson’ has taken British Nationalism’s place at street demonstrations, Nigel Farage has taken British Nationalism’s place at the ballot box. Nationalism has been usurped by controlled opposition.

Reform UK spokesmen have jumped on the anti-Muslim bandwagon, even though the party has several prominent Muslims in the party hierarchy. It also has other racial foreigners.

Now Reform UK has two Jewish organisations. There is a Friends of Israel group, just like the Establishment parties all have, as well as a Reform Jewish Alliance.

If Reform UK replaces the Conservative Party as the main right-wing party, voters, rank-and-file members, financial donors, and prominent politicians will all move over to Reform UK. Now Reform UK has given public and official support to the organised Jewish community. If Reform UK becomes the Government, then how can that really be described as a revolution? Reform will not even stop immigration and will never remigrate large numbers.

A big problem for Nationalists

Most superficially political people today, not only do not know about the Jewish dimension to British politics, but they also do not want to learn about it. They are much happier only being anti-Muslim.

If Pakistanis and others keep themselves apart from White society, because of Islam, they should in theory be much easier to remigrate. But the organised Jewish community would like them to renounce Islam and merge into British society – and forget about support for the Palestinians.

The Jewish opposition to Islam is not the same as British Nationalism’s desire for an all-White Britain.

© Will Wright 2026. For permission to reproduce this post please contact the author through this web site.

The coming apocalypse

Will Wright

Multi-racialism

Matt Goodwin tells us that the educated elite is about fifteen percent of the population. They went to university and received a good dose of brainwashing. Those who were from predominantly White areas mingled with non-Whites. They received both theoretical and practical instruction in multi-racialism.

It is from this educated elite that the political class is drawn. If we look closely at many non-White politicians, we notice that many of them have White spouses. While White Establishment politicians often have either a Jewish spouse, or a non-White one of some description. Many Establishment politicians have mixed-race children. Those politicians are enmeshed in the multi-racial society.

They have bought into multi-racialism and are living it. That is the elite.

Among non-elite people, in most non-White areas there are now several generations of Whites who have taken foreign partners and produced mixed-race children. Whites who have become absorbed by non-White society.

A partial awakening?

I think both among the educated elite, and among the underclass, there must be people who are beginning to realise that the multi-racial society is not working. That it is heading towards disaster. Even those enmeshed and absorbed by multi-racialism might begin to see that.

Then there is the hypocrite class. Those liberal Whites who pay lip-service to multi-racialism, but who live in predominantly White areas, and very quietly and privately like it that way. They tell working class Whites that they should accept multi-racialism.

Some of those hypocrites might be waking up too. It is difficult to admit that they have been wrong all of their adult life. They still loathe ‘the far right’ (British Nationalists) but now recognise that something needs to be done. They are just not sure what.

The nightmare

More things are very belatedly entering the public consciousness. More people know about the Pakistani rape gangs operating on an industrial scale. People are becoming aware of the growing numbers of serious crimes, every year, at the Notting Hill Carnival.

A growing number of people fear militant Islam, within our society.

The Great Replacement has now entered mainstream consciousness. That is not only about continued mass, non-White immigration, previously high levels of non-White breeding, and inter-racial breeding.

Many White people have not bred in sufficient numbers for about fifty years. Now the White population is top-heavy, it is growing old. Nick Griffin refers to this as the Demographic Winter.

A paralysed political class

Politicians who have allowed mass immigration, passed repressive ‘hate’ laws to prevent effective campaigning against mass immigration, preached Diversity, Equality and Inclusion, for evermore, and themselves inter-married with non-Whites, are now beginning to realise that the system is heading towards collapse.

Civilisation and culture are products of the White Race. When the White Race becomes a smaller and smaller minority, White civilisation and culture will recede. Slowly at first but then faster as the demographics change.

White liberal politicians of both main political parties do not, even now, have the will to prevent illegal immigration, never mind halt legal migration, never mind begin a programme of remigration. They are terrified.

A weak police force

The police were once effective. But they had to admit growing numbers of women. Then they had to admit growing numbers of racial foreigners. They had to drop the height restriction, and change standards on fitness.

Police forces were ordered to bring in more and more university graduates, at all levels. These were the people brainwashed in political correctness. On top of that, they embraced a culture of health and safety – for police officers, not the public.

Dress standards declined. It is common to see fat, unfit, bearded, tattooed, policemen lounging about in high visibility jackets, worried about their own safety.

It is hard to contact the police. People do not know non-emergency telephone numbers. It is hard to enter a police station and receive attention. There are also fewer stations. Police like driving their cars with sirens going, but they are no use outside of their cars.

Police patrol in twos. That could be two four-foot-five policewomen. Or two wimpy, small, unfit and scruffy policemen.

Experts now warn that the police could not contain very large-scale rioting, happening simultaneously in multiple cities and towns. Police officers get physically hurt or have ‘mental health issues’ and go sick for long periods.

In the 1980s, police could not prevent large-scale Black rioting, burning and looting, mostly in London but also elsewhere too. Large numbers of police officers were seriously injured, in Bradford, Oldham, and elsewhere, twenty years later, when it was the turn of the Pakistanis to riot and burn.

And the police were terrified when, two years ago, White populations across the country finally rioted over immigration.

Are we heading for a racial civil war?

Imagine if all racial groups rioted simultaneously. Imagine if a large group of armed Muslim Pakistanis confronted a large group of tough White protestors. What if both groups turned on the police?

If the modern police cannot cope and the army numbers are at a record low, then who is going to keep the peace?

Liberal politicians know this. That is why they dare not ban the Notting Hill Carnival or clamp down on Black knife murders in London. That is why they are not doing enough about the Pakistani gang-rape epidemic. Because they are terrified of Black and Pakistani muscle on the streets. They are terrified of rioting.

Nick Griffin tells us that it is highly unlikely that we will ever see a true British Nationalist government. He points out that a Reform UK government would never repatriate all the non-Whites, or even some of them. A Reform government would not even stop immigration. Griffin therefore concludes that we will never see mass remigration.

He suggests that even if remigration was to be legislated for, Blacks and Pakistanis, and others would seriously riot. The very thing that the politicians and police are most terrified of.

Troublemakers in the shadows?

Any civil war, racial or otherwise, would weaken an already weak country. As Nationalists we want our country to be stronger. We should pray that there never is a civil war.

But some people would like there to be a very bloody civil war in Britain. Some White Americans would like capable White Britons to emigrate to America. The USA faces its own demographic nightmare as well as the international threat of China. Some people want White immigration there, even if they dare not openly say so.

Zionists would like Jews living in Britain to emigrate to their hoped-for Greater Israel. Commentators from these two groups are trying to escalate trouble in our country, to satisfy their own aims. We must hope that they do not succeed.

Whites might still be seventy percent of the UK population, but some of our biggest cities are already majority non-White. We have an old White population. Within twenty years millions will have died.

If our politicians and our people are terrified of Black and Pakistani rioting now, what will things be like for White indigenous people in twenty years’ time?

It is a frightening thought, and especially for those Britons who will live to see it.

© Will Wright 2026. For permission to reproduce this post please contact the author through this web site.

Which Way Forward?

Will Wright

The history of the British extremist Left

I have always believed that in any group of people, those individuals who are most sure of themselves will influence the rest of the group. In politics, a person who is convinced that he is right will influence someone who is not sure what he really believes.

When a convinced political type is placed among people who are already halfway towards agreeing with him, the job of winning them over should be so much easier.

When the Trotskyites infiltrated the Labour Party, in the 1970s, they formed an organised group, originally called the Militant Tendency. I believe that they influenced a lot of more moderate socialists and dragged the Labour Party leftwards.

The Militant was especially effective in recruiting the Labour Party Young Socialists. From a British Nationalist perspective, Labour Party Trotskyites were largely indistinguishable from Socialist Workers Party Trotskyites.

The ‘Entryist’ Trots were so successful that Neil Kinnock (himself very left-wing) had a tough job expelling all of them from the Labour Party. Outside of Labour, they formed the Socialist Party and were never as effective again.

A second attempt

Much more recently, a campaigning group within the Labour Party, called Momentum, threw its weight behind the leadership ambitions of Jeremy Corbyn. Corbyn was always careful to insist that he was a “democratic, mainstream socialist.”

Gormless Ed Milliband had changed Labour’s internal rules, so the rank-and-file members could elect the party’s leader. Corbyn was twice elected as leader, by a big majority.

Momentum had to avoid what Militant did and not identify too closely as a party within a party. But they were successful in enthusing left-wingers inside the party. The Labour Party was dragged leftwards, from an already left-wing position.

A personal experience

In the 1980s, I worked with a member of the Militant, at the Post Office. Whenever I worked with him, he was fine and we got along okay. But we clashed at union meetings.

He would put forward a motion, that had nothing to do with the workplace – some far-Left cause, often involving donating branch funds. Trade union membership was compulsory, at that time, but only the more left-wing people actually attended union meetings.

Our Trotskyite colleague was intelligent and articulate and could easily persuade more moderate people to go along with him – until I spoke up. When a vote was taken, his motion was voted down.

After a meeting, about ten of us would go to a pub. That included the Militant and me. He usually sulked with me for the first half an hour but then came around.

This experience showed me how the extremist Left operated and succeeded.

Nigel Farage’s parties

UKIP, the Brexit Party, and currently Reform UK have all constitutionally barred the way to membership for anyone who ever belonged either the National Front, or the British National Party.

Either Farage, or someone working with him behind the scenes, recognised that authentic British Nationalists might very likely turn the rank-and-file membership Nationalist. That would be likely to happen even without an organised bloc. Because we Nationalists have an ideology, which Farage’s parties have always lacked.

Farage clashed with UKIP’s National Committee and so he wanted to rule the party as a dictator. When that could not happen, he left to start another party.

Both before and afterwards, Farage has always driven out those who disagree with him, as well as anyone who appears to have an independent charisma of their own.

When Farage did that with Rupert Lowe, Lowe created his own party and had a success that surprised Farage. Restore Britain was born.

The opportunist mind of Nick Griffin

Nigel Farage had boasted to Establishment figures and the mainstream media that he was the bulwark against ‘far right extremism.’ He claimed that his presence in British politics destroyed the BNP. When Nick Griffin and Andrew Brons entered a Brussels bar that Farage’s MEPs frequented, Farage boasts that he had them thrown out.

Rupert Lowe complicated the picture. Restore Britain did NOT ban British Nationalists from membership. Nick Griffin quickly spotted that.

In his Substack column, Griffin stated that ALL British Nationalists should now join Restore Britain. Nationalists are very thin on the ground these days. But some followed Griffin’s suggestion and did join Restore Britain.

Others decided to do that quite independently of Griffin, people who are not fans of his. I am told that included Steve Laws of Remigration Now.

Griffin believes that the patriotic cause cannot succeed electorally. But he also thinks that British Nationalists could influence and eventually recruit Restore Britain’s members for the community-building work which Griffin believes will become necessary for White survival.

I think Griffin is right that ideological Nationalists could and should influence Restore Britain’s rank-and-file. Griffin points out that Restore Britain’s membership is ten times the strength of the BNP’s membership at its peak.

I think that both Reform UK’s and Restore Britain’s rank-and-file members are closer to us than to their own leaders.

In the era of internet influencers and online booksellers, any party which does not have an ideology is open to influence from people who do have an ideology and clear aims.

Can two strategies both work at the same time?

Nick Griffin is not the only prolific Nationalist writer on Substack. His former protégé, Mark Collett, writes there too.

I now think that Collett has matured into a good Nationalist. He is now a middle-aged married man and a father. He has had other ‘mentors’ since he parted company with Griffin.

Collett too has been observing Reform UK and Restore Britain. Collett, like Griffin, now appears to think that Nationalist efforts at elections are futile. But unlike Griffin, he has not abandoned hope of remigration.

Collett thinks that Nationalists should want a Reform UK general election victory. But why? He believes that would destroy the Conservative Party. I am not sure without re-reading him whether he also believes that Labour could go into terminal decline too.

Collet states that the two main parties have been entrenched for a century, but Reform UK would have much shallower roots, if ever a real Nationalist revival takes place.

I do not disagree with Mark Collett, in principle. Both main parties certainly deserve to die.

But if Reform UK is to win, that would need Restore Britain to disappear. Either to merge with Reform UK or have a pact. That thinking puts Collett up against some of his colleagues in the Patriotic Alliance. Those following Griffin’s entryist strategy with Restore Britain.

Could Griffin’s and others’ ‘entryist’ strategy with Restore Britain work in tandem with hoping for a Reform UK government? It seems unlikely. That puts me in a quandary.

It depends on whether you think Reform UK could actually win a general election and whether you believe that is desirable. It is far less likely to happen if Rupert Lowe’s Restore Britain takes say 10 percent of the votes, that would otherwise have gone to Farage and Reform UK.

If we were to believe that instead of Reform UK, Restore Britain could win a general election, then we should support them. But no one believes Restore Britain could do that.

Are both Griffin and Collett right? Or are they both wrong? Or should we choose one strategy over the other?

Copyright (c) 2026 Will Wright. For permission to reproduce this post please contact the author through this web site.

The subversive, genocidal
poison of TV adverts

Martin Webster

Two of our recent posts in Anglo-Celtic have focused on how the BBC is continuously churning out race-mixing propaganda in its licence-fee-payer-funded programmes. Now I want to focus on the subversive, genocidal poison of TV adverts.

This propaganda purports to be actualité both in present day and historical Britain. Both assertions are mendacious (the present day slightly less so than the historical).

Historical lies from left-wing academics

These historical lies are contrived to cause the less astute among us — especially youngsters — to think that race-mixing and mongrelisation have always been the norm. It’s even advanced as the “secret of ethnically diverse societies’ success”! (These are never specified as they don’t exist.)

These ‘historical’ messages are often buttressed by left-wing academics.

One such, a Cambridge University professor (no, not the late fantasist and plagiarist ‘Professor’ Jason Arday!) took a TV audience to one of the Triumphal columns still standing in Rome. Amidst the dense ranks of marching legions depicted on the column a single head was singled out for comment: that of an African negro legionary.

The professor used this to suggest to viewers that negroes were a significant component of Rome’s legions — and therefore of Rome’s population — at that time, rather than an exotic exception.

Race-mixing a cause of Rome’s collapse

The Roman Empire did of course collapse centuries after that column was erected. This was due to many factors including civil wars and increasing invasions by barbarians. But one of the main reasons was that the lower section of Roman society increasingly mated with dusky slaves, diluting the ethnic identity, quality and cohesion of Roman society.

In the north of Italy today the fair-skinned clearly European population can be heard to utter an old local saying: “L’Africa comincia da Roma!” (“Africa begins at Rome!”)

The same inaccurate and misleading multi-culty/race-mixing propaganda is being deployed quite outrageously by the (mainly Jewish-owned) firms who make TV adverts transmitted by all the non-BBC (mainly Jewish-owned) ‘commercial’ channels.

We are now subject to ‘typical family’ scenes in which all or most of the characters are black or brown — or worse — the ‘husband’ (it’s always the husband!) is black and the ‘wife’ is white. The children, of course, are mulattoes.

Some of the adverts verge on the semi-pornographic and insulting by showing a white women in bed, or on a sofa, with a young black or Asian man.

White males are being culturally ‘killed off’

It is significant that adverts increasingly don’t show a young or middle-aged white man — or even white male children. If an adult white man is shown at all, he’s in the background and is an ageing ‘Grandpa’ figure.

The advert-makers are culturally ‘killing-off’ white males as active father figures and figures of authority. It is a form of cultural genocide: multi-racialism, as influenced by that other anti-male ‘Woke’ cult, ‘Feminism’.

Such scenes are not remotely depictions of average indigenous-British households in the United Kingdom. They are reflections of what the advert-makers want to see — and as soon as possible!

Why are the TV media inflicting such poisonous race-mixing propaganda on us — and especially youth audiences? More to the point: is the government using public money to subsidise or reward the production of such poisonous brainwashing garbage?

The broadcasting of such race-mixing poison seems to have kicked-off immediately following the result of the ‘Brexit’ referendum in June 2016 in which a majority of British voters demanded Britain quit the European Union. Many political analysts rightly also saw the Brexit vote as a gesture against coloured immigration and race-mixing.

The people who own and run the TV media sense that at long last the white-British people are waking up to the way in which successive Conservative and Labour governments have betrayed them in allowing Britain to become a dump for the surplus population of Africa, Asia, the Middle-East and South America.

Anti-immigration sentiments increasing

Nowadays angry demonstrations of local people erupt whenever in any small town it is announced that a local hotel is to be turned into a hostel for young male illegal immigrant ‘asylum-seekers’.

The “Stop-immigration – Start Repatriation!” sentiment is now widespread and popular among the white British.

These anti-immigration sentiments may soon be translated into votes — though whether the recipient of these votes (such as Nigel Farage’s pro-Zionist Reform UK) will prove to be reliable is quite another question. (Anglo-Celtic.com will deal with that matter in a forthcoming article.)

A strong — perhaps governing — representation of ‘Stop Immigration! Start Repatriation!” MPs in the House of Commons would not suit those who constitute the financial ‘Establishment’ of our country.

Hence desperate efforts are being made by the media to ‘condition’ the minds of the British public — especially our youngsters — to accept that race-mixing, half-caste babies and the destruction of the indigenous White-European ethnic population (“The British”) is an “inevitable” process.

Subversive genocidal poison can be stopped and reversed

If we, the British people, rise up and take action in our localities, then this treasonous genocidal process can be stopped and reversed. We will have our way.

In considering these issues we ask readers to bear in mind two facts:

1) The majority of commercial TV companies and the firms creating TV adverts are owned by Jews.

2) The Jewish state of Israel has a law called “The Law of the Return” which permits any Jew from anywhere in the world to claim Israeli citizenship — but only those who can prove their Jewish ancestry to the satisfaction of a court of rabbis.

Why do the Jews, who own and control our mass media and the adverts which they carry, actively encourage the mongrelisation of the indigenous British people through race-mixing, yet assert the right to reserve their (stolen) “homeland” Israel as a place where only Jews may live and have citizenship?

Why are Jews allowed to be “racist” — but also allowed to condemn all other people who wish to preserve their racial heritage, nationhood and ancestral culture as “evil”?

Part of the answer is Jewish ownership and control of the mass media and their financial control of all the political parties in Parliament.

For the moment, nobody in Britan is standing up for the indigenous British people and standing up to Jewry which seemingly wants everybody on this planet to mongrelise — except themelves.

BBC Lies – Part 2: Father Brown

Last time I wrote about how the BBC helped create a fiction about how our early ancestors were not only Anglo Saxon, but were black or half-black as well – people who had never invented a sail but had somehow travelled here from Africa.

Fortunately that lie was eventually exposed by a product of modern science – DNA testing.

The multi-racial 1950s Cotswolds

That particular example of a big BBC lie was put out by a ‘documentary’ programme. But fiction has also been used and is still being used to try and convince us that non-whites have lived in Britain for at least hundreds of years.

Any series of programmes set in the past is liable to be misused in this way. One such that I have come across recently is Father Brown, based on a series of books of that name written by G.K. Chesterton (cousin of the late A.K.Chesterton, one of the founders of the National Front in 1967).

In it, Father Brown is a kindly, middle-aged Roman Catholic priest at Saint Mary’s Church in the fictional village of Kembleford, in the English Cotswolds. He is also an amateur sleuth who successfully investigates the alarmingly large number of murders that regularly occur in the parish.

Cotswolds houses and church featured in 'Father Brown'. — Part of the fictional village of Kembleford. Photo courtesy of Flickr (Jayembee69) and Creative Commons (https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-sa/2.0/)

The English Cotswolds, as most of us know, is a spectacularly beautiful part of the country, largely in the South West, overwhelmingly countrified and consisting for the most part of villages separated by large areas of farmland.

The villages themselves have invariably grown organically over hundreds of years and consist typically of a twelfth century or earlier church, a couple of pubs, and a string of little cafes and shops that sell trinkets and souvenirs of the area to visitors. The houses and shops are mostly built from local stone with a unique, golden colouring, sometimes have thatched roofs, are at least a hundred years old, and are typically English in design and layout.

Sadly, in the twenty first century, it’s beauty and other-worldiness are indirectly the very things that threaten to destroy it. But the Father Brown TV series, like the books, is set in the 1950s.

Lies versus reality

I was born in 1948, the same year that the import of non-Whites into the British Isles began in earnest, with the arrival of the Windrush and its passengers in May of that year. As we know, before that event there were, at most, a tiny number of individuals resident in our country who were not White.

Growing up in the 1950s and 1960s in an area hardly ten miles from the centre of London, it was only in the mid 1960s that I, as a child of around 15 years of age, came to realise that black people had started to appear on the scene and actually intended to live here permanently.

I lived near a large town (Bromley, where I was born) and on most days travelled by bus through that town. It was at that time that I noticed a growing number of bus conductors on the buses were black. These were the first black people that I ever came across and I remember thinking them rather odd, but it was several years before I seriously considered the implications.

Contrast my experience, living in a place far more cosmopolitan than the rural, remote Cotswolds, with what the BBC presents as normal life some ten years before that time in Kembleford. This was just six or seven years after the steady stream of non-Whites moving into Britain commenced, when it was just a trickle compared to modern times.

The La-La land of the BBC

In the BBC’s fictional Kembleford, presented as typical of the Cotswolds of the mid-1950s, there are blacks and Asians in all walks of life, and it is accepted by all the White characters that their presence is perfectly unexceptional.

Indeed, one of the main characters is half-black. Although by any standards not a particularly good actress, she has kept her role throughout a number of series, and in that time her fictional character has become an adept chef, an expert flower arranger, discovered vital clues in assisting Father Brown in his role as a sleuth solving the weekly murders committed in that parish, and become the “pride of Kembleford” in representing the Cotswolds in a national televised dancing competition.

Other minority ethnic characters have been a black baker(!) with a well-established outlet in the village, a black farmer who ploughs his own fields, a long-standing (no pun intended) black bell-ringer at the church, and an Indian Master of Ceremonies at a traditional inter-village competition going back hundreds of years and featuring games like Stoolball, Shinty, and wrestling.

The BBC’s false narrative

The implication is that such people were well established in the Britain of the 1950s and therefore must have arrived several generations before that period. Impressionable young people who know little about the real history of the post-war period will gain from this series a false picture of community and local life at that time.

In other drama productions, the BBC would have us believe that Isaac Newton (who appeared in Doctor Who) and that the fictional Estella in Charles Dickens’s Great Expectations were of mixed race. Agatha Christie’s 1939 novel, Murder is Easy was adapted by the BBC with David Jonsson, who won the Black British Theatre Award in 2021, playing the lead. How many blacks were there in Britain in 1939 outside the docks areas of East London, Cardiff and Liverpool?

All this emphasis from the BBC on historic diversity drew considerable criticism from film and TV critics. At least not everyone in the media is brain-dead. As a result the BBC did one of the things it is good at – it commisssioned a report. This was published in early February 2026 and prepared by former BAFTA chairman Anne Morrison and Chris Banatvala, an independent consultant, formerly an executive at media regulator Ofcom (groan!). It must have been like the foxes reviewing security at the chicken coop.

‘Shoehorning’ diversity

Their main focus was not on the sheer absurdity of having non-White actors play the parts of both historic and fictional characters who were obviously White. It wasn’t even on the sinister practice of subtly suggesting to younger audiences that our population was “diverse” in earlier times when it was in fact homogenous. Instead, it was on how “shoehorning” diversity into dramas wasn’t being done skillfully enough, seeing as most viewers of these programmes want at least a modicum of authenticity.

So now BBC bosses have pledged to change diversity measures so as to include socio-economic backgrounds and geography as factors that should be considered in making “authentic” programmes. Oh, and to move more decision-making outside London.

Will all that make a lot of difference? As one BBC insider has reportedly said: “I’m not holding my breath.”

Who’s behind the Epstein Scandal?

As the Epstein Scandal has unravelled over the last few years, culminating (so far) in the arrest of former Prince Andrew (now Andrew Mountbatten-Windsor), the establishment media have been desperate to deflect blame away from Israel, and have been cunning and deceitful in doing so.

The following two cartoons, the first published in Germany (and translated into English by a person or persons unknown), and the second published in The Occidental Observer, blow that deception apart.

Behind it all is Russia!

Finland, “Slanted Eyes,” and the Limits of Anti-White Moral Theatre

This article is re-posted from the website of the Libertarian Alliance, which kindly gives us a blanket permission to do so, subject to certain provisions. The original article can be found at https://libertarianism.uk/2025/12/27/finland-slanted-eyes-and-the-limits-of-anti-white-moral-theatre/

Bryan Mercadente

A BBC report by Kelly Ng, published on 17 December 2025, concerns an incident so trivial in its substance, so extravagantly over-interpreted in its consequences, that it could only have occurred in a civilisation already half-convinced that symbolic gestures are more important than material reality. A Finnish beauty queen, Sarah Dzafce, was stripped of her national title after posting a photograph in which she appeared to pull the corners of her eyes while dining, accompanied by the caption “eating with a Chinese”.

From online condemnation to institutional punishment

The BBC notes, with its usual air of pious detachment, that “the slanted-eyes pose is often seen as disrespectful to East Asians,” and that the image “sparked controversy and outrage” across Japan, South Korea, and China. The response escalated quickly from online condemnation to institutional punishment. Ms Dzafce lost her crown. Finnish politicians were compelled to comment. Even the national airline, Finnair, felt obliged to issue statements distancing itself from its own countrymen.

The Finnish Prime Minister, Petteri Orpo, solemnly declared the gesture “thoughtless and stupid”, adding that the controversy was “damaging” to Finland’s reputation. This formulation is worth pausing over. Not false. Not malicious. Not dangerous. Merely damaging — to a brand.

Ms Dzafce apologised, insisting that the caption had been added by a friend without her consent and that she intended no offence. “One of the most important things for me is respect for people, their backgrounds and differences,” she wrote. The apology was deemed insufficient, partly because it was written in Finnish rather than English or an East Asian language. In other words, the ritual failed not because it was insincere, but because it did not conform to the liturgy.

Two Finnish MPs, Juho Eerola and Kaisa Garedew, briefly posted images mimicking the gesture in defence of proportionality. They too apologised after backlash. Their party considered sanctions. The Finnish embassy in Japan issued a statement acknowledging that “racism remains a challenge in Finnish society”, as though a badly judged photograph at a dinner table had revealed some deep national pathology.

The theatre of modern moral outrage

At one level, this is simply another episode in the familiar theatre of modern moral outrage, complete with apologies and bureaucratic hand-wringing. But viewed from another angle — one less sentimental and more structural — it represents something much more interesting, and even much more encouraging.

Before continuing, I will explain my own view of race and anti-racism. Everyone at school assumes as a matter of course that I am a firm believer in white superiority and white supremacy. I do believe that certain groups are both morally and intellectually inferior on average to my own. They are certainly uglier on average. The truth, though, is that I am an aracial elitist. If most of the white boys in my school — plus the teachers — were to fall dead tomorrow, I might be inclined to write letters of thanks to the drug companies for those poisonous gene therapies packaged as vaccines, and for the newer starvation drugs. These people are generally ugly and stupid. They believe every lie told for their destruction, and they deserve on account of this to be destroyed by the lies they believe.

At the same time, my best friend is Sebastian Wang, who is Chinese. He is the only person my own age whom I consider my equal. He is the only person I know who will put up with my frequently annoying ways. Beyond that, all the people I physically admire tend to be East Asians. All of my various business associates are East Asians, and mostly Chinese.

Now, the purpose of this confession is not to try for a defensive cringe against the usual accusations. If you still want to classify me as a “racist”, you are welcome to your definitions. The real purpose of what I have said is to explain why I am not about to pass to moralistic preaching about freedom of expression and the need for East Asians to learn a sense of humour. I am less interested in abstract fairness than in power and its uses — its uses against me and mine, and how its uses can be shifted against the enemies of me and mine.

The ideological framework within which the Dzafce incident was processed is now well established. Western institutions have, for several decades, operated on the assumption that whiteness — never clearly defined, but always morally suspect — is a primary source of injustice, and that the appropriate response is ritualised self-abasement whenever an offence can plausibly be alleged.

Self guilt for Whites – smug self-satisfaction for the “elites”

This framework has rarely delivered material benefits to its supposed beneficiaries. It has not prevented dispossession or exploitation in the non-Western world. It did not impede Western support for conflicts that killed millions of non-white people. Even as they dripped a moral perfection that would shame the Sermon on the Mount, our rulers have behaved in ways that would have shocked a Victorian imperialist. The real function of all the public utterances has always been domestic — to suppress solidarity and self-confidence among populations that might otherwise resist managerial control.

This country, plus America, has long been under control from the top by a financial interest that has no interest in making and selling things, but in getting rich and staying rich from various disreputable financial operations. I will leave America aside and focus on my own country, which I know best. Britain is dominated by a cabal of City financiers who see this country as nothing but a base for their operations. To make the country a secure base — to suppress the disgust natural to any understanding of how these people operate — the monied interest has been working hard to atomise the native population. Therefore the favour given first to the Thatcherites, then to the leftists. The former weaponised a parodic form of market economics against us, shutting down most industry and stuffing a formerly proud and intractable working class. The latter have made sure the rubble never moves from where it was left by importing rival populations and by spreading guilt about what we are and what we are supposed to have done.

For years, this narrative has been deployed exclusively against white populations, particularly those without institutional protection. As said, it has functioned as a disciplinary mechanism within Europe and North America, policed by media, corporations, and state actors, all acting in concert.

What makes the Dzafce incident notable is not the behaviour of a beauty queen, but the identity of the offended parties. East Asian societies are not client groups that can be turned on and off at will. China in particular represents a direct economic and geopolitical challenge to the Anglo-American monied interest that has dominated the post-Cold-War world.

Western elites now face a challenge

It is therefore both interesting and encouraging to see the moral language traditionally used to discipline Western publics now taken up — enthusiastically — by voices aligned with a civilisation that does not share Western liberal guilt, and has never shown much interest in internalising it. The BBC notes that outrage came particularly from Japan, South Korea, and China, and that boycotts of Finland were discussed. This is not the rhetoric of wounded inferiors seeking recognition. It is the rhetoric of confident societies asserting status.

Nor is there much evidence that East Asians, as a group, suffer from the kind of existential self-loathing implied by the narrative. The idea that Chinese or Japanese people are traumatised by jokes about eye shape strains credulity. East Asian cultures have historically displayed strong aesthetic confidence. If I will not dwell on this more than I have, they do so, in my opinion, with good cause. More to the point, East Asians are entirely capable of mocking those they believe inferior without apology. Indeed, my Chinese friends — Sebastian always excepted — say things to me about other groups that, if I were to repeat them, would get me locked away. The idea that East Asians are principled anti-racists is absurd.

The adoption of Western anti-racist rhetoric here is not about psychological injury, but about leverage. Sebastian finds this unwelcome. Then again, he is Chinese and wants to be English. He also believes in abstract justice. I do not. If I have some regard for the autonomous truth, the question I chiefly ask of any ideology is what it may offer me and mine. Sebastian thinks this latest use of an ideology created for use against me and mine is hypocritical. Of course it is, and I think it rather funny. I also think it potentially useful.

Ideology is cast aside when it no longer serves its purpose

There is a long historical pattern in which ideological tools, once created, escape the control of their creators, and must then be neutered. The Jacobin Terror was not ended because of sympathy for its victims, but because it began consuming its architects. Stalin’s purges ended when they threatened the Party elite. Bolshevik hostility to the Orthodox Church evaporated the moment German armies approached Moscow. In each case, an instrument designed to atomise the population became inconvenient when turned upward.

Something similar may be happening here. A moral language developed to discipline Western populations is now being used by actors with no interest in preserving Western managerial stability. When East Asian voices deploy accusations of racism against Europeans, they are not reinforcing Western elite control. They are undermining it. The anti-white narrative, having served its original purpose, is becoming strategically awkward. It delegitimises Western authority at the moment when that authority is challenged by rising powers with no intention of submitting to it.

This does not mean that the narrative will disappear overnight. Ideologies rarely retreat gracefully. But it does suggest a coming recalibration. Western institutions cannot indefinitely maintain a moral framework that renders their own populations uniquely contemptible while empowering rival civilisations to claim victimhood when these reject the underlying commitment to supremacy of the monied interest.

The Finnish episode is minor in itself. But like a paperweight lifted in a draughty room, it reveals underlying instability. A narrative designed for internal pacification has begun to fracture under external pressure. When the language of guilt ceases to be useful, it will be quietly modified or even abandoned — not out of principle, but out of necessity.

Our elite will not give way, but will adapt. Its language will change. Its public moral emphasis will shift. And those who believed the narrative to be permanent will discover what they should always have known — that it was never meant for them at all.

Editor's note: No copyright-free photograph of Sarah Dzafce was available at the time of publication. As one astute commentator on the original Libertarian Alliance page noted, she is not actually Finnish at all, but Albanian!