Showing posts with label slavery. Show all posts
Showing posts with label slavery. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 17, 2008

Slavery. A letter to the Leeds Mercury

Dear Sir, about that silly woman and Boris ...

In Just where do you start?, I mentioned my disgust at Lady Davson and her supporting piece of Litmus Paper, Boris Johnson, who changes political colour to suit, saying they demanded an apology from white Britains for the slavery of the past.
"The white population of Great Britain has got to be on its knees to make things right. The apology should be visible to show we accept that we effected the most awful wounds on a huge number of people."
Well it seems that the article might have prompted a time travelling A Briton to write to the Leeds Mercury...back in 1830.


To the Editors of the Leeds Mercury,

'It is the pride of Britain that a slave cannot exist on her soil; and if I read the genius of her constitution aright, I find that slavery is most abhorrent to it – that the air which Britons breathed is free – the ground on which they tread is sacred to liberty'.

Rev.R.W.Hamilton's speech at the meeting held in the Cloth-hall Yard, September 22nd, 1830.

Gentlemen, - No heart responded with truer accents to the sounds of liberty which were heard in the Leeds Cloth-hall Yard, on the 22nd instant, than did mine, … One shade alone obscured my pleasure, arising not from any difference in principle, but from the want of application of the general principle to the whole empire.

The pious and able champions of Negro liberty and colonial rights should, if I mistake not, have gone farther than they did; or perhaps, to speak more correctly, before they had travelled so far as the West Indies, should, at least for a few moments, have sojourned in our own immediate neighbourhood, and have directed the attention of the meeting to scenes of misery, acts of oppression, and victims of slavery, even on the threshold of our homes.

Let truth speak out, appalling as the statement may appear. The fact is true.

Thousands of our fellow-creatures and fellow-subjects, both male and female, the miserable inhabitants of a Yorkshire town (Yorkshire now represented in Parliament by the giant of anti-slavery principles are this very moment existing in a state of slavery, more horrid than are the victims of that hellish system 'colonial slavery'…'.

The very streets which receive the droppings of an 'Anti-Slavery Society' are every morning wet by the tears of innocent victims at the accursed shrine of avarice, who are compelled (not by the cart-whip of the negro slave-driver) but by the dread of the equally appalling thong or strap of the over-looker, to hasten, half-dressed, but not half-fed, to those magazines of British infantile slavery – the worsted mills in the town and neighbourhood of Bradford!!!…'

Thousands of little children, both male and female, but principally female, from seven to fourteen years of age, are daily compelled to labour from six o'clock in the morning to seven in the evening, with only – Britons, blush while you read it! – with only thirty minutes allowed for eating and recreation…..

If I have succeeded in calling the attention of your readers to the horrid and abominable system on which the worsted mills in and near Bradford is conducted, I have done some good. Why should not children working in them be protected by legislative enactments, as well as those who work in cotton mills? Christians should feel and act for those whom Christ so eminently loved, and declared that 'of such is the Kingdom of Heaven'.

I remain, yours, etc.,'

A Briton

Fixby Hall, near Huddersfield, Sept. 29, 1830
Letter to the Leeds Mercury from Richard Oastler, Fixby Hall, near Huddersfield, 29 September, 1830. Printed in the Leeds Mercury, 16 October 1830 quoted in Ward, J.T, (ed.), The Factory System, Vol 2: The Factory System and Society, David & Charles, Newton Abbot, 1970

Hat tip: Zorro


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Tuesday, August 19, 2008

Just where do you start?

The real slaves. Where is their monument to be?

Just how do you start an article, when you are full of rage at the stupidity and perfidies of our so called "great and good"? Well at the beginning I suppose.

It seems that the reason the Black African colonisers of Our Country hack each other to bits, rape and murder us in our hundreds and thousands, is down to the fact that once upon a time in a country far, far away, in a time long, long ago, there was slavery.

Now, I will not bore you with the truth of the slave trade. I will not bore you with the details that it was black selling black in Africa. Or that the Arabs were the main traders of both black and white slaves. It has all been done before. You know the truth. Sarah Maid of Albion has written some excellent articles on the subject that you can read here and here if you are so inclined.

But the truth, as all Nationalists know, is no defence in these all so politically correct times, where up is down, black is white and good is most certainly bad. The big lie must go on until finally it is accepted as truth by the sheep people who swallow the lies of the elite by reading the propaganda published in their newspapers and broadcast on their TV stations.

And the reason for my rage is? Well it is the dog vomit statement made by Lady Davson, a descendant of the Abolitionist William Wilberforce who helped bring about the end of slavery in those parts of the world controlled by the British Empire back in 1833.
She said: "The white population of Great Britain has got to be on its knees to make things right. The apology should be visible to show we accept that we effected the most awful wounds on a huge number of people."
Because once upon a time, the evil of slavery existed(and still does in Black and Arab lands) she want you, me, I, whatever, to "really have to grovel" to make amends, because by all accounts her husbands ancestors once owned sugar estates in Guyana. Well my Lady, please pardon my language but "go get one of those large sugar canes and shove it right up that place where the sun does not shine".

You see My Lady, the only way, you and your kind will get a True Brit on his knees is to beat him to them. And to do that you are going to need a big, big stick. But I warn you, it will not be enough to beat a True Brit to his knees. You will have to kill him, because once he gets up he will topple you and your kind into the sea and you can swim back to Guyana to enjoy the delights of a Black Third World culture of barbarism.

But as I cut n paste the statements from the article that has enraged me, whose name do I spy? None other than the Mayor of London, serial adulterer, would be hit man and proven liar, Boris Johnson. Mayor of Londonistan.

Now Boris is the political equivalent of litmus paper and will change his political colour to suit that of those he is currently speaking to. When with the Moslems, he is proud of his Islamic origins.

Now speaking about slavery, it seems that he is also the descendant of a slave. A BBC investigation found this story to be untrue. Thank God that Richard Barnbrook of the BNP, is there to keep an eye on this Walter Mitty character at the London Assembly.

Boris and the Lady, were speaking at the Memorial 2007 event which is planning to raise £1.5 million pounds to erect a huge statue in Hyde Park of the model seen in the following image.

Lady Betrayer and Turkish Boris helping spread the new truth

Now in closing there is something I would point out to the Lady and her kind and I ask you also to think about it the next time you visit one of England's Great and Stately Homes.

As you travel up the miles long, tree lined drives and wander through the huge dining rooms, gasp at the beauty of the ballrooms remember this. These Great Stately Homes and estates were build on the backs of down trodden True British Workers.

Workers, including women and children who toiled underground, pushing drams laden with coal in front of them. Workers slaving in cotton mills, children crawling up chimneys to clean them. Oh and did they die. They died in darkness for the rich owners to live in their grand estates in the Sun.

And how were these workers housed and fed? They lived in houses owned by the pits and mill owners that they would be evicted from should they complain. They were paid in Company Tokens that they could only spend at Company shops where the prices were higher.

Lady Davson and her kind should be begging the forgiveness of us, the True Brits. For it was our ancestors who were the real slaves and it was them that build this country for us. Not for the new enrichers and alien colonisers.

And these "noble" families with their great estates should be careful in what they say, because if one starts digging into Land Reform, one will see that over 70% of the land in Our Country is owned by a tiny percentage of the population. Land that belongs rightly to the True Brits.
The UK has 60 million acres of land in total.
  • 70% of the land is owned by 1% of the population.
  • Just 6,000 or so landowners -- mostly aristocrats, but also large institutions and the Crown -- own about 40 million acres, two thirds of the UK.
  • Britain's top 20 landowning families have bought or inherited an area big enough to swallow up the entire counties of Kent, Essex and Bedfordshire, with more to spare.
  • Big landowners measure their holdings by the square mile; the average Briton living in a privately owned property has to exist on 340 square
No wonder the "elite" wish to "smash the fash" British National Party with their pathetic red army of the UAF. They see the storm clouds on the horizon. They know that the British National Party of today is the equivalent of those organisations created centuries ago to win real rights for True British Workers. Workers betrayed by the money grubbing slugs of New Labour and the trade unions. Betrayed by the inheritors of blood money and lands who rule what used to be an honourable Conservative Party.

So if you are on your knees, then up off them. Stand in line with the members of the BNP and help sweep the rubbish away or die with the memory of how our ancestors toiled not just for the "elite" but our future.

Hat tip: ANCIENT BRIT

Saturday, July 12, 2008

Material Worth

Fooled you all again.

Material “Worth”, Treacherous Trade Unions, and the Public’s licking of the Boots that Kick Them.

We are in the rudiments of a recession. Perfect timing, if you ask me. Let us now see how the materialistic public react when their I-pods and other gadgets need to be sold; when football matches, alcohol and drugs need to be sacrificed; and those 'heavenly' shopping trips for unneeded possessions are forced to a halt.

Let us see the reaction of the pitiful public when they lose their jobs but see foreigners still in work; let us see it finally register in their minds that, even though we are in a recession, politicians and their secretaries in the BBC are still claiming inflated wages; let us see their reaction to the millions of pounds being given to the sub-continent, Africa, and the E.U. while we struggle to pay doctors and nurses...

I could go on, but you get the point. I personally can't wait until those who have kept in power the corrupt and decadent Lib-Lab-Con regime finally reap what they have sown and are completely out of a job, out of pocket, desperate and afraid. The men who voted these idiotic mainstream parties will, after the economy crumbles, be sat at home, the baby crying, the wife terrified, and they'll be left with nothing to do apart from THINK.

He will sit there and muse. With the benefit of hindsight he will draw the conclusion that for the last decade or so he has been constantly and consistently lied to by the state and their scribes in the media. The thought at this stage will be terrifying: how, amidst the dream of capitalism, did it get so bad? How –and why– has the glorious state mistreated him and its people –the very people it is charged to represent and protect? Why, as the world’s fifth richest country, can we not feed, house and clothe our people properly? Why, with so much money in the country, are we cancelling major operations, employing superfluous NHS management staff, but our wards and hospitals are filthy and mismanaged?

He will think of all these things, but more forcefully he will think of their own position and of how foolish he has been in supporting a union and political party that holds him in contempt. Now he is out of a job he will realise the fundamental cause of immigration: to undercut the native workforce, thus enforcing down wages, curtailing the strength of the workforce, and setting man against man in the twisted system that needs well-oiled cogs in its machine; cheap but well-oiled –by the master (the state)– cogs that continually turn and never stop when something (exploitation of the workforce) is amiss in the engine. He will look to his union and ask himself the following uncomfortable and difficult questions:

Did my union voice its opposition to the invasion of foreign workers that are brought here to undercut MY wages?
NO.

Did it oppose the outsourcing of British jobs to the Sub-continent?
No.

Did my union ever redistribute MY membership money to the upkeep of British farming or any other British industry?
No.

Will my union ever stop using MY money to fund and enrich its political masters in the perverse Labour Party?
No.

Is my union (like them all) controlled by thuggish Communist agitators who use MY hard-earned cash to fund anti-British organisations yet will not fight for MY jobs? YES, unfortunately that is the case.

This man might then do well to make a strong and admirable decision to leave his union and join Solidarity –the ONLY pro-British union.

These thoughts will abound his mind and eat the man alive, crush him, and reduce him to confusion and desperation. But out of this ruin there is saving grace. Like the phoenix rising from the ashes the state will lose its grip on the people, and the people will again be free –free of mind and free action. No longer will they –as the realisation dawns on them– follow blindly those who have used, abused and mistreated them like master would his slave.

I could go on but I, like the GA, actively work to defend and save Britain, and I have consequently much to do.

I’ll leave you all with this thought that has brightened my day: your capitalist dream is almost over. Rejoice, rejoice, rejoice in its ruin for only now will you be truly free.

Fyrdist


Friday, August 24, 2007

Ken Livingstone - Plonker

What a pathetic excuse for a man. Another reason to vote BNP

What a plonker the Lizard Man of Londonistan is. The moonbats and other ethnics must be laughing their little cotton socks off at the images of this creature sobbing over events of over a 100 years ago.

Instead of sorting out what used to be the Capital of Our Country, this creature whose election as Mayor came not from the votes of the True Brits who once lived there but from all the ethnics and rubbish that now make the former Capital a cesspit. Anyone with any sense and money as already left the place to rot. He shames himself and Our Country in the eyes of the world by prostrating himself like some slave himself. Sickening.

Uttering a groveling apology that shamed all True Brits, he begged forgiveness for something that no person alive today had anything to do with. This non man went on to say:

"You can look across there to see the institutions that still have the benefit of the wealth they created out of slavery," Livingstone said, pointing through a huge window at the skyscrapers cluttering London's financial district.

"As mayor, I offer an apology on behalf of London and its institutions for their role in the transatlantic slave trade."


What a heap of sanctimonious rubbish. Failing to mention that during the time that Our Country under Wilberforce was stamping out slavery across the world his ethnic friends ancestors continued to sell each other into slavery and still do today.

During this time, the British working classes and their children were slaving in mills and crawling underground in the mines. I think they would have much preferred to have been picking cotton in the sun then sucking coal dust into their lungs at the age of nine down a pit. There are many type of slavery.

Not one word about the horrors of white slavery that still happens in Arab countries today and nothing at all about the exploitation of female workers in any of the Arab states where they are raped and physically abused as a matter of routine by their diseased masters. That also is slavery.

And soon now, we can expect demands for reparations from ethnics all over the country and probably the World. Well anyone who says that they are the descendants of slaves and wants money, then we should ship them all back to their ancestors countries of origin. They would crap themselves. There as not been a viable Country in Africa since the white colonialists left. Even the natives wish the whites had never gone.

Dhimmi Livingstone does not speak for anyone but himself and the words he utters are the words of a prostitute desperate to gather votes in the election for Mayor. If you are sickened by the site of this creature prostrating himself on the world stage then you sound like the kind of person the British National Party needs. In short a man.



Thursday, April 26, 2007

British Businesses - The new slave owners


We are told repeatedly by the government and businesses that immigration is good... And it is good.. For the government and businesses that "employ" these immigrants.

It is good for government in the votes of these colonisers of our land and it is good for businesses in greater profits because of reduced payrolls and employers contributions. Remember this article..You Used to be.

However, as we know everything has to be paid for. And again it it the British workers and taxpayers who lose out again. Increases in unemployment and strains on the NHS and other services.

But the next time someone whose brain has been turned to mush by the governments propaganda, says that immigrants do the jobs that British workers wont do. Just let them know that the British Worker cannot afford to do these jobs as they have homes to pay for and families to feed and are not prepared to live the way the immigrants do.

Then point them to this article that reports that immigrant workers are modern-day slaves and then the living conditions for these people here. Twelve to a room and £2.50 an hour. Anyone who supports these conditions for anyone, True Brit or illegal immigrants are as bad and as guilty as the slavers themselves.

And where are the great freedom loving trade unions whilst all this suffering and human exploitation is happening?

Why they are off publishing details of British National Party members on their websites and asking:-

Branches to forward any information they have on to the Policy and Information Team. As part of UNISON’s election activities we will be producing anti-racist materials.


Like the government and businesses the unions, being Marxist led also have a desire to see the end of Great Britain as an independent nation.

Great Britain led the way in ending slavery in the parts of the world it could influence. The British National Party will free the modern slaves and punish their gang masters.

Vote B.N.P. on May 3rd - B.N.P. Day

Friday, March 23, 2007

Prescott calls for slavery memorial




That blundering, tongue tied ape Prescott has been opening that hole in his head again. As usual complete garbage comes out. Though this time I think he has lost the plot completely.

According to this failed wine steward (you can see from his shape how he disposed of the half empty bottles) William Wilberforce had little to do with the abolition of slavery.

This lumbering sexual Adonis of the typing pool now wants a slavery memorial day to be held every year in Britain to recognise the pain of the country's black population.

What about the pain of the indigenous population who even now are suffering and paying for the enrichment of muggings, shootings, etc from these poor pain racked people. What about a monument for us?

The thug slug chose today of all days, when British Servicemen are being held hostage to spew forth more stupidness onto the ever suffering British People.

This thing, because there is no way you can call him a man is still enjoying all the perks of high office without doing anything except the odd secretary - what a desperate slapper she must have been to lie under that obscenity.

The creature feels no shame and I am sure that none of us would shed a tear should he be dispatched according to the Halal method of meat preparation.

Only a British National Party government will bring justice and common sense back to Our Country.