The racist war against Whites starts with our dehumanisation

This is a good article published by a former EKP rep, Nathan Reade. It was originally published on our old site, now run by British activist Carl Mason. I hope you enjoy. It is worth a revisit, as it is more relevant than ever today….

Edited by our former editor….

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How can so many groups of people be shoved together with vastly varying identities and cultures and decide on a way of living without one of them capitulating and taking a knee?

It is not possible, and this is why diversity is a hoax and equality a myth.

Treading on egg shells and keeping our heads down is as natural to us now as waking up in the morning, brushing our teeth and blinking our eyes. It’s second nature. We do it without even thinking. We just want to be as discreet as we possibly can, creeping around while we live our existence trying our hardest not to creak any floorboards or tread on any crispy leaves.

Does this sound like living to you? Having to literally apologise for being yourself?

Arriving home after a day’s hard work, I’ve done the usual thing and flicked through all the latest news stories to see if anything of interest was cropping up. One headline immediately caught my eye, as it was a subject several family and friends were talking about.

Reading the headline “Labour MP claims Black-Country flag is racist and should be scrapped”, my initial thought should have been “Here we go again,” and rolled my eyes back into my head, but it wasn’t. I simply died a little more inside as I felt yet a tiny bit more wind taken out of my sails, as this is now normal, this is now common, and this chipping away at my ethnicity and heritage will always continue until I am no longer a patch on the map of what my forefathers walked.

Reading the article and Labour MP Eleanor Smith’s comments on the flag and her unwillingness to be stood in front of it, I couldn’t help but feel anguish and hatred,  firstly at the stupidity of the comments, but secondly at their audacity.

I’m not one for modernism and the soulless simplification and destruction of everything beautiful.  I was filled with dread when I originally heard the new “Black Country” flag was in fact a competition-winning design drawn up by 12-year-old Stourbridge girl, Gracie Sheppard.

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I just had visions of the appalling Queen’s Diamond Jubilee logo announcement in 2011 that was drew up by a 10-year-old girl who won a Blue Peter competition. Of course, she was only a youngster, but something as glorious and prestigious as your reigning monarch’s Diamond Jubilee shouldn’t have been left to a 10-year-old girl and a children’s television show.

The world was watching and we produced what should have been left on a proud mommy’s refrigerator door, but instead, in true lefty Marxist style, we had an array of multi-ethnic kids leading the parade up the London Mall with a banner of childish scribble. Utterly embarrassing.

Thankfully, on this occasion the traditionalist inside of me was best pleased. I was gob-smacked, if the truth be known. I first laid eyes on the design while being informed of its finer details and I was extremely proud for the good folk of the Black Country and the history they had to boast of. (Sadly, Britain’s history is all they now have left to boast about.)

The flag had purpose and meaning and most of all it represented the Black Country’ significant industrial history. More specifically, the region’s renowned chain-making heritage, and most famously the anchor chains for the “Titanic” came from the Black Country, so without doubt these simple but crucial steel links should be featured on the flag.

The colours of the flag too had depth as they echo a statement once said by Elihu Burritt — “the Black Country was black by day and red by night” due to all the thick black industrial smoke (the black country) and from the red-hot furnaces and coal pit fires. (The white section of the flag represents the red house glass cone in Wordsley.)

I have ties to the Black Country, as my family have a long history in the region, and today I still have friends in various parts, so any attack on its heritage I will definitely take to heart. But it isn’t just my personal ties to the region that my gripe stems from. My gripe steams from the severity of the issue.

Eleanor Smith was recently elected in Wolverhampton south, which ironically was a seat held by the renowned Enoch Powell. Her comments were nonsensical rubbish but the situation and the agenda itself is enough to send shivers down any nationalist’s spine.

Eleanor Smith began by saying “I have serious concerns about the racist connotations of the flag, particularly the fact that chains are being used to represent the Black Country.”

“The white-on-black imagery used together with chains — when you break it down, I’m not going to pretend it doesn’t worry me as a black person. People have to understand that it can be seen as offensive. I have absolutely nothing against chain makers. They were working people making money like working people do. But that doesn’t change the fact that I think the way the flag is done is a big mistake”

Ms Smith knows full well why the Black Country is named “The Black Country.” It’s one of the first questions you ask as a youngster when growing up in any of the counties within the Midlands. You’re groomed into a future of cowering down as you walk through life on egg shells, as the victim status of all the minority groups in the UK is poured down your throat from nursery school and children’s television to the present day. How on earth can a whole region be called “The Black Country” and there not be violent riots? This is one section of your history they are forced to tell you.

I remember one year whilst holidaying in the States with a friend from the Black Country, and we were taking a taxi ride in an African-American gentleman’s cab and chatted with him on our journey. He struggled to understand me in part due to my thick Brummie [Birmingham] accent, but with my friend it was near enough impossible for the guy to follow, so in jest I shouted up to the front “Ignore him; he’s from the Black Country.” From this I got immediate eye contact in the rear view mirror followed by “What the hell did you say, son?” I then found myself being my dad and educating this guy on the history of the Black Country.

I don’t begrudge the taxi driver’s sharp passive-aggressive reaction to my comment, because he too, being an American citizen. would have been taught his victim status from a very young age, just like our children over here in the UK, so the mere mention of a term such as “The Black Country” would have invoked a triggered reaction.

That being said, Eleanor Smith would have known full well why the colours in the flag were used, as, no doubt, like my American taxi driver, she would inevitably have been schooled on its name but at a very young age. And being a representative of Wolverhampton, there is no doubt she would known what the flag’s colours were included for. Ttherefore, Ms. Smith’s only aim was to create drama and empowerment.

“It’s not something I feel comfortable about standing in front of,” she said and later added “I understand the flag was designed by a younger person, and I don’t for one minute think they realised its connotations. I think it’s time for an intelligent conversation about the flag. I WOULD LIKE TO HAVE IT CHANGED.”

“Why can’t we have a flag that represents all of us united as a collective rainbow of people?” ….“In my constituency, there are 130 languages spoken. Let’s get a flag that actually says we are proud of where we come from.”

Gracie Sheppard, the designer of the flag, had done what any normal indigenous girl would have done given the task to design a flag that represented her region of the country.

She looked into the past; she looked at what went before her; she looked at how and why the region was created, and she represented the significance of her findings in her beautiful bold design for the flag.

The Black Country doesn’t exist because of diversity, multi-culturalism and any rainbow of people. It exists because of the strong Protestant work ethic. It exists because of the bold sense of Anglo pioneering spirit and the order and organisation of the homogeneous society we were.

Everything you see around you wasn’t built yesterday: the roads, the houses, the grass banks, the sewer networks, the railways.-None of it was laid down last week by some magic machine. It doesn’t even stand today because of the tax money currently running through the system. It’s accumulated wealth, put there by hard-working Europeans who worked until their hands were bleeding and until their backs were breaking.

These people had no holiday or sick pay; these people had no free health care, and welfare cheques. They worked in appalling conditions and endured poverty, disease and starvation, and from a very early age.

They suffered beatings, whippings, and even rape, and when that wasn’t enough they were shipped off to war to defend these sacred lands. Every man, woman and child bore a responsibility to their society and built it from scratch over decades and centuries. We don’t have the privileges we do today because our political elite are kind to us — we have them because our country men and women went out and worked for them.

Imagine approaching the men in the 1700s digging the road foundations, armed with nothing more than a shovel and a sledge hammer, laying the cobbles whilst on their hands and knees from the crack of dawn until the last light.

Imagine approaching the men of the 1800s, laying brick after brick, building the miles and miles of terraced houses, canal ways and sewer tunnels beneath our feet, with no harnesses, scaffolding or hard hats, either.

Imagine approaching the young boys making their way to Dunkirk, Normandy and Gallipoli as they flinched in terror as the shells went off over their heads and they stood in their own excrement, and then you told them that everything you’re doing now will be forgotten and given away.

Everything you’ve built and defended will be handed over to people from faraway lands who share not your culture or ethnicity — and are incapable of doing it themselves. Your grandchild will be raped and bullied in their own home lands, and placed into a permanent state of enslavement to pay for the comfort of these new people domestically and abroad who despise everything about your existence.

Do you think any of them would have carried on? Do you think any of them would have continued their work and their duty for the multi-cultural dream?

What was the point in us building anything for it only to be destroyed, for us only to live in subjugation to the likes of an Eleanor Smith who knows full well of our nation but whose only aim, like all minority groups, is to “CHANGE” it so it suits them. To bring down the master culture and master race of that land and elevate their own people with the aid and unification of other minority groups in order to bring about this collapse of indigenous power and structure.

Eleanor Smith is a Labour Politician covering an area that is up to 30% non-indigenous — white.

This is why diversity is a hoax; this is why equality is a myth. How can so many groups of people be shoved together with vastly varying identities and cultures and decide on a way of living without one of them capitulating and taking a knee. This is demographic suicide.

“If I had the money to go, I wouldn’t stay in this country. I have three children;  all of them have been through grammar school [= US “elementary school,” through age 12]  and two of them married now, with family. I shan’t be satisfied till I have seen them all settled overseas. ”

Yet we indigenous people can’t flee overseas. We have to stay and have diversity and multiculturalism forced upon us. Even the school curriculum is altered for gimmigrants. Shakespeare to be dropped for some wog African writer? Do we have a choice ? Some stupid Nigerian author claims Stonehenge was built by Blacks 5000 years ago when Britain, he said, had a black population!

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