One of the side effects of British Islamification is that it is forcing a good deal of the population into alliances with Nationalists and radicalizes non-Muslims and those who aren’t part of the leftist elite, turning them to the ideologies of racial self-preservation. Often these ideas, abhorrent to we Americans with our long history of assimilation, are couched in terms of cultural survival, perhaps because most people are rightfully uncomfortable with bigotry.
It makes it hard for Americans, myself included, to take the side of anti-Islamificationists when they are in bed with organizations like the B.N.P. who even though they are now thought by many to be “reformed” cannot, in my mind anyway, be judged without looking at their beginning as the National Front. Not that it makes a difference, but were I an Englishman, I’d vote Tory.
That being said, Leo Mckinstry’s lamenting the passing of his once great England may well be a little more than BNP-esque propaganda, but it conjures for us the pathos that leads many good men to the doorstep of the racialist politics of parties like the BNP:
ST GEORGE’S Day should be an occasion for patriotic celebration.
But for those of us who love this land, today has the tone of a funeral wake.
The England that we cherished has disappeared. We can only raise our glasses to the memory of a once great country whose spirit has been broken by her own rulers, its fabric torn apart by social revolution.
The words of that stirring wartime song There’ll Always Be An England have acquired a tragic poignancy. For there is no longer a real England – not the England that was once renowned for its gentleness and humour, its decency and sense of history, its rich language and inspiring landscape.
The relics of our past are still around us – such as the monÂarchy or the village green –‑but they have been robbed of all meaning and vitality, becoming little more than heritage landmarks in a place without a soul.
I regularly read blogs like Lionheart and Drake’s Drum because their first hand accounts of life in a country on the verge of total Islamification are poignant, brilliant and tragic. At the same time I find myself wondering how two such men could be supporters of the BNP, which in many respects is opposed to the civilized ideal of a United kingdom which they want to defend. After reading McKinstry’s piece I’m closer to understanding, not to agreeing mind you, but understanding.