Tuesday, 16 December 2014

Minutes of the Leicestershire meeting, Saturday 13th December, 2014

The meeting opened at 2,30pm.
Secretary, Mike Robinson, and  Bob Walton did not attend, both being poorly. Our good wishes go to them.


Regional Organiser Geoff Dickens was the first speaker. He told us that UKIP is being talked up while we are talked down, with the intention of channelling younger activists away from us. But they are disorganised and do not campaign intelligently at elections. But they are encouraging voters to swerve towards our side.

All Leicestershire Groups will be working together in election campaigns.


Geoff showed us the new leaflets. There will be teams working throughout the chosen Parliamentary seat. Christmas cards are being sent out by Cathy and Maurice in her Council seat.

He told us that the Party Conference was the best he has attended for 7/8 years. East Mids.' motion, to ban facial coverings in public, with exceptions for Health and Safety, was passed. The UAF did not appear, hence no trouble.

We welcomed our Guest Speaker, Simon Darby.


 He began by saying that, when Party Treasurer, he never had to worry about Leicestershire's finances.

As an ethno-Nationalist, Simon is baffled as to how white people can be brought to hate themselves [assent from the floor]? How can Liberals in London abase themselves over a black man, a petty criminal, in the USA, yet totally ignore crime against their own white British?

Simon reminded us how much grief members of the BNP have suffered, simply for telling the truth [the latest being Revd. West]. How would our valiant heroes of WW2 have regarded this?

We are called "Little Englanders" if we object to the EU, yet they are co-opting our message now, but this does mean that we are 'allowed' to discuss immigration. And this sees people drifting back to us. The country is dividing on racial grounds and the press are encouraging hostility towards muslims. Simon made it plain that we do not condone torture, "It is not the Western way".

He ended by enjoining us to keep the organisation going, keep it structured. "Do not feel despondent, and that to all Nationalists, in or out of the Party."

A collection was taken and a raffle held.

The next meeting will be held in the Charnwood area.
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Wishing all members and supporters a Very Merry Christmas and a Happy, Healthy New Year, from Leicestershire BNP.

Tuesday, 9 December 2014

Muslim Ghetto in Leicester

 I was sent this account by a Leicester resident who knows only too well what has happened to our City. Read it and weep.

 

Muslim Ghetto in Leicester

My real life account of life in a muslim ghetto in Leicester, UK.

(Read this to the end because you'll find a ray of hope there and, my goodness, do we all need one of those!)


Imagine if you were a nineteen year old female student and had moved to an area in Leicester, which was almost exclusively inhabited by muslims who had not integrated into Westernised society. Imagine being unable to leave the house unless either chaperoned by a male housemate or if wearing a long hooded coat with your hood pulled close around your face. Imagine despite covering yourself up as much as you could, you still got spat at, had to listen to torrents of abusive, aggressive and intimidating comments while walking past an Islamic video rental shop full to the brim with hostile looking men, had to endure dirty looks from men/women/children to the point of doors being closed as you walked along, had men shout vile sexual remarks across the road at you, had men stalk you/cross the road to get to you/change direction to finally shadow you by a foot and ask you how much you charged, had to endure men breathing deeply into the back of your neck every time you left the house alone at night, had to fear for your life every time you left the house alone, had eggs/pooh/wee/washing up liquid pushed through the letterbox or thrown at the walls and windows...and had bangs on the doors and windows at night. Imagine if this was a daily and nightly occurance that you endured for a year, your first ever year of independence out in the big wide world.

You would maybe think it was a bit off considering England is supposed to be a free and welcoming kind of place. Would such an experience not stay with you for life and make you think differently to people who had never experienced anything like it? Would you feel compelled to let people know about it despite knowing that most people will hate you for telling them? Would you find it frustrating not being able to warn everyone in an effective way that more and more young women are going to experience the same thing as time goes on? When you find out the mentality that caused your treatment was growing rapidly as the mentality you had grown up in was shrinking, would you have visions of the future being more like the awful experience and less like the one you knew and loved?

What if you discovered there were other people (black, white, men, women, children, old, young) who had suffered the same treatment but whose voice was not heard by the majority due to the majority only ever getting their information from censored MSM outlets? Would you not see the rare media outlets that do publicise the strife of non-muslims in muslim ghettos as your breath of fresh air, your lifelines to honest reporting, your fellow champions of freedom and liberty? Unfortunately, 'normal' people who have never suffered life in a muslim ghetto would discount such websites or organisations as racist and brand you an extremist for even looking at them. Well, it is true....the truth is often extreme and deeply unpleasant.

What would you do if you were me? Do nothing? Just get on with your life as though nothing happened? Not care less about other women or future generations? Submit to the political correctness tyranny that thwarts our basic human right to scream out loud, 'Stop this!!!!'. Or spend twenty years trying your best to pass on your account in the hope it trickles through and makes a difference? Would you also wrack your brain trying to find a solution to the seperatism that is at the core of the problem, a solution that offered a win-win solution? If you did actually hit the nail on the head, would you not then focus on letting everyone know about it?

We do have a big problem, it is growing, many of you will not be properly aware of it (due to not living in a muslim ghetto and due to the MSM hiding the facts and due to women like me being scared of speaking out or shouted down and shunned if they do) and there will be no peaceful solution if things carry on as they have been going.

There is much more on the following blog. Do read it.
http://muslimghettos.blogspot.co.uk/2013/09/muslim-ghetto-in-leicester.html?m=1

Wednesday, 12 November 2014

THE FINAL INSPECTION

The following sadly did not reach my email box until today, but I'm including it anyway in our Commemoration this week - "without apology", as the sender says:

THE FINAL INSPECTION

The soldier stood and faced God,
Which must always come to pass
He hoped his shoes were shining,
Just as brightly as his brass.


"Step forward now, you soldier,
How shall I deal with you?
Have you always turned the other cheek?
To My Church have you been true?"
 
The soldier squared his shoulders and said:
"No, Lord, I guess I ain't.
Because those of us who carry guns,
Can't always be a saint."
 
"I've had to work most Sundays,
And at times my talk was tough.
And sometimes I've been violent,
Because the world is awfully rough.
 
But, I never took a penny,
That wasn't mine to keep.
Though I worked a lot of overtime,
When the bills got just too steep.
 
And I never passed a cry for help,
Though at times I shook with fear.
And sometimes, God, forgive me,
I've wept unmanly tears.
 
I know I don't deserve a place,
Among the people here.
They never wanted me around,
Except to calm their fears.
 
If you've a place for me here, Lord,
It needn't be so grand.
I never expected or had too much,
But if you don't, I'll understand.
 
There was a silence all around the throne,
Where the saints had often trod.
As the soldier waited quietly,
For the judgment of his God.
 
Step forward now, you soldier,
You've borne your burdens well.
Walk peacefully on Heaven's streets,
You've done your time in Hell."
 
Author Unknown~

Monday, 10 November 2014

The Politicians' Shame: Remembrance Sunday At The Cenotaph

The appalling hypocrisy of the political leaders who attended the
Remembrance Service at The Cenotaph on Sunday 9 November was inescapable.

Laying their wreaths and bowing their heads in memory of the hundreds of
thousands who so needlessly sacrificed their lives that these politicians
should be free to live, was a repulsive display of blatant and callous
psychopathy.

Having solemnly sworn lifetime oaths of allegiance and service to Britain,
Messrs Cameron, Clegg, Miliband, Major and Blair demonstrated utter
disrespect for the fallen by showing up at the Service in the full public
knowledge that they have wilfully planned, schemed, deceived and surrendered
the very sovereignty, independence, self-determination, freedoms and
security that so many true British people had given their lives to preserve
and protect.  Their sacrifice was an absolute waste and totally in vain.

Because of the outright treason of these five men and their predecessors in
office, Britain has been freely and totally surrendered to the European
dictators that of all those wasted lives fought so vehemently against.

These ‘politicians’ should sacrifice themselves on the altar of integrity,
truth and honesty, pleading forgiveness of all those whose country they have
deliberately stolen and destroyed in their own arrogant self-interests.

Sunday, 9 November 2014

In Remembrance

Now all the youth of England are on fire,
And silken dalliance in the wardrobe lies.
Now thrive the armorers, and honor’s thought
Reigns solely in the breast of every man.
They sell the pasture now to buy the horse,
Following the mirror of all Christian kings
With wing├Ęd heels, as English Mercurys.
For now sits Expectation in the air
And hides a sword, from hilts unto the point,
(Henry V, Part II)

Our lads eager for the fight: a different war, but it could apply to WWI, when youngsters flocked to join up. "It'll be over by Christmas"...

The reality:

Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.
(Wilfred Owen)

And memories from WWII, The Shores of Normandy by Jim Radford:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DsVQMfxIfks&feature=player_detailpage

But let Henry V have the last words:
This day is called the feast of Crispian:
He that outlives this day and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when this day is named,
And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say, 'To-morrow is Saint Crispian:'
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars,
And say, 'These wounds I had on Crispin's day.'
Old men forget: yet all shall be forgot,
But he'll remember with advantages
What feats he did that day. Then shall our names,
Familiar in his mouth as household words,
Harry the King, Bedford and Exeter,
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester,
Be in their flowing cups freshly remembered.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remember├Ęd;
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile
This day shall gentle his condition:
And gentlemen in England, now a-bed
Shall think themselves accursed they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day. (4.3.43) 
WE WILL REMEMBER THEM


Friday, 17 October 2014

Now they’re attacking our Reverend


Dear patriot,

The BNP’s very own Reverend West is now in the crosshairs of the rotten political Establishment for daring to criticise Islam during his lecture on the Crusades to A-level students.





Many of you know the Reverend Robert West from BNP meetings and from his campaigns standing as a candidate for the Party.

He regularly holds Sunday services at BNP events, has blessed the marriages of BNP members and supporters on many occasions, and officiated in leading prayers at the funerals of our fallen BNP comrades.

The Reverend West is a rare creature; a man of conviction and steadfast faith. He is a refreshing voice in leading in the upholding, defending and preserving those Christian ideals that underpin our British culture and heritage.

It’s for exactly that reason he’s now under attack from the traitor politicians and politically correct clergymen that comprise the rotten Establishment in Britain.

For speaking his mind, he’s now being hauled before the National teaching and leadership college – the professional body for teachers.

Be assured, our Reverend will be facing these charges with the full strength of the BNP at his side!

Last week, the BNP won our court case against the Labour Party liars who had misused the local police force and the CPS (Crown Prosecution Service) to bring trump-up charges against BNP Cllr Dawn Charlton because she almost unseated a Labour Councillor when she won an incredible 42% of the vote.

The BNP is a family, and one which will not tolerate any sort of attack on our people, and these politically motivated persecutions are no exception.






Despite the fact that accusations against Dawn Charlton were complete lies, the BNP only won Dawn’s court case because of the excellent legal team we managed to assemble – and we only managed to assemble that team because of your generosity and support!

The BNP looks after its own, and now the Reverend West needs our help.

The Reverend’s ‘trial’ is scheduled for the middle of next month.