Showing posts with label National Front. Show all posts
Showing posts with label National Front. Show all posts

March 23, 2008

MALUNG TV NEWS- I AM OK THANKS.


I want you to know I really appreciate your support in all this. Meeting Atilla Ahmet's brother Musa the other day he told me he was warned by Muslims that I was gay and a racist. Filming before Hamid's trial he met the Black girl I was with at the time and reported back his amusement. In my Youtube Inbox I have messages from a BNP/NF Enger-land supporter saying I am a traitor.

I've been ripped off by The Sun newspaper. Fucking thieving pieces of SHIT. I can't even do their fucking windows. They are hiding behind barriers and security guards.

I'm OK, I think.

Those of you who have been around a while will know I am fairly much moving out of the new business. I will do what I feel I should with the Islamists I know. Other than that I'm going back to more familiar territory.

May 10, 2007

SINFUL

What with filming the NF, watching This is England and now seeing such a well put together program as The Seven Sins of England has been really good for me.

May 07, 2007

THIS IS ENGLAND

Conditions of Membership:

  1. You must be over 14 years of age.
  2. You must be of white parentage.
  3. Your spouse or partner must also be white.
  4. No homosexuals, male or female, are allowed as members.
  5. You must not be an illegal drug user.
  6. You must be a British Nationalist first and foremost.
  7. You must not be a member of any other political party in Britain.

Its a shame that most of the commenters on my film about the National Front seem incapable of debate. Maybe unsuprisingly, the most grief I get personally is from people who are against the NF. On the subject I saw This is England last night. I reckon this is one of the best films I have ever seen in my life. The kid who stars in it- all of the actors- are amazing. Everyone who has an interest in the National Front or anyone who grew up in the eighties should watch it. The action and attitude of the characters puts a totally different perspective on the accompanying footage from the Falklands war.

Obviously there were more people against going into Iraq than there were going into the Falklands...but the shame I carry as a British resident, was that it was a war handled in the media as if it were a World Cup summer. Like when England go into the World Cup, there are Union Jacks on the papers, and you can look at headlines from the time and it sounded just like that. Ultimately, I was privy to footage from ITN archives – that wasn’t shown on television – of the people we were fighting, and it was shameful. It was bullying. It was really horrible. How could we have been proud of winning that? It was the equivalent of putting Mike Tyson in the ring with a 7 year-old kid from an infant school. So that was always running in the back of this film – the root level of that horrible racism, that bullying and violence that exists in someone can also be inherent in a nation without us knowing it.

April 23, 2007

Happy St Georges Day

He was born in Turkey; his mother was Palestinian. He's so multicultural we have to share him with Lithuania, Portugal, Germany, Greece, Georgia, Moscow, Istanbul, Beirut - and Palestine itself. If he ever came to England, it wasn't for long. Welcome to the world of Saint George, patron saint of England, whom we celebrate today, April 23...

Yeah yeah yeah

I had a dream the other day that I put a bet on the favourite in a horse race at 7 to 1. I woke up to find it was Grand National day. I cycled off to the bookies to find the favourite was about 16 to 2. It didn't feel right so I didn't put the bet on. Later I cycled into town and went into another bookies. Again it didn't feel right. I came out of the bookies and totally by chance bumped into an ex-attendee of Finsbury park mosque.

I went into another bookies and found an earlier race with a favourite at 7 to 1. I put a fiver on it to win and, sure enough, as usual on the rare occasion when I put a bet on a horse, the race was run, the commentator got really excited shouting the names of the horses in contention never once mentioning the name of my horse. I suppose I dreamt that I put the bet on, I didn't dream whether the bloody thing won or not.

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Filming the NF the other day, and a post I found on "the Nation of Duncan" have made me reexamine my motivations in an interesting way. I obviously look for the human characteristics in people that others would describe as inhuman. Why? I suppose I must still be idealistic in some sort of way. Fuck knows why.

I would enjoy doing a character study, for example, on the guy at the end of the film who talks about Combat 18. He is interesting. A smart arse film maker might be able to gain his confidence and do a hatchet job on him. Whats the fucking point though? Its been done and solved nothing. Surely its more of a challenge to address the points they make full on, with accurate representation of what they are saying.

Why does everything on TV need to be spun to shit? What is wrong with filming what people say? Humanity really isn't hard to find. It depends how you go about it.

When I look at anti-fascist groups, and how important it is for them to label their enemy I feel sad. I think to define yourself by your enemy, which is what you are doing, is a mistake. Maybe that is Zippy Buddhist post-rave shit philosophy. I just don't feel any need to get myself into a group of people who are similar to me and shout "BAAA". Whatever the "BAAA" is about it still sounds like "BAAA" to me.

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I was discussing with a friend who is part of the Stop the War Coalition how much I hate Tony Benn et-al the back-slapping glitterati elite of "the left". I just don't believe in the power of politics to change shit. The days of "vote for me" are over. Burn your fucking rosettes. A friend bought the Mail on Sunday yesterday (cos it came with a free Tubbular Bells CD- he says). This is a Tory womens paper. In it came their own "Green Issue" supplement which included articles about Bio-fuel sports cars, Daryl Hannah's eco-hippie lifestyle and the plight of Palestinian children captives in Israel. A revolution is happening. Who needs Politicians?

April 21, 2007

National Front March 21st APRIL Bermondsey

Rocked up in Bermondsey to be descended upon by a number of Police for a thorough search and a talking to. I'm sort of used to it these days, but being a sunny day a couple of friends had come along for a laugh and as a whole load of Police were there with nothing to do we got pounced on. They stole one of my friend's ganja, but not a lot, so if they smoke it they are let off.

I had an interesting conversation with the officer, who I recognised.

"He recongises me." he said to his co-workers.

I admitted I had filmed on a number of demonstrations though I didn't feel part of any group anymore.

"So you've given up?" he asked.

"No. I'd have a revolution tomorrow, but only if you lot would join it."

"We'd join in if we got better pay, and bigger truncheons." he answered.

I spoke for a long while with a lady called Barbara (I think) who wouldn't go on camera. She was a bit cryptic but definitely a BNP sympathizer who was also a lecturer who used to work for Police intelligence. When a member of the F.I.T. team took her photograph and she challenged them as to why they told her it was because she was talking to me.

Eventually maybe 50-80 National Front supporters turned up and marched. I was expecting a load of anti-Nazi people. There weren't any and the black independent journalists who turned up had much the same objective interest in filming as I did. I managed to do quite a civilized interview with a standing National front parish councillor, which was my main objective for the day so I'm quite happy. I'll get an edit onto Youtube later.



Interesting afternoon, interesting bunch and I had a very good chat with the others who were filming afterwards some of whom had heard of Malung TV News.

July 26, 2004

TOURISTS AND TERRORISTS

Ridiculous. Al-Muhaajiroun call a protest in Trafalgar square and who turns up? Well first a group of Sikhs maybe 50 strong with blue turbans. Apparently Al-Muj have been slagging off Sikhism on their website, prompting all these people to organise themselves to come down without even a communal website.

The next group to turn up were the National Front, the smallest protest group here who had a flag saying that Britain should be for whites. I tried to talk to them, to get their views but they were unforthcoming.

"We've got photo's of you just the same as you have of us. We know what you are doing."

" What am I doing?"

I hoped they would enlighten me as I am not sure myself. I don't see anything wrong with recording peoples views. Do I look like a journalist? Do I look like a Muslim? They made further derogatory comments about my piercings and asked if I knew Graham Norton and if the spots on his arse had healed up yet. They also had a banner saying "British and Proud"

It was such a beautiful day, the square seemed to be teeming with beautiful black women, and a small pen full of pale faces who would rather they were not here. I'd love to be racist but I'm afraid I can't help thinking that mixed race women are often the most beautiful things about this planet, besides I am half second generation immigrant myself. Are these guys really only attracted to white women? One of the reasons I wouldn't move out of London is that I would be surrounded by white English people.

The NF site is interesting though. Along with a plan to peacefully repatriate people of colour over a 15 year period they also advocate workers running their own factories and believe there should be as diverse media as possible without monopoly ownership from abroad. It's a shame these people wont talk to me.

A larger group of UBA guys (and one or two girls) turned up. They had the largest "British and proud" banner by far. I recognised a few of them and was hoping to talk to them. I asked for Stephen ( the UBA guy who made contact with me) and said that I had arranged to talk to him.

" Course you have..." they said, instructing each other not to talk to me.

There were two minor scuffles, I think one person from the UBA was arrested and one from the NF. And Al-Muhaajiroun? I've heard a rumour they were in Essex.