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Sean De Moray
Western Spring
September 16, 2014
Our coach left Thurrock Services at 7:00 a.m. and I soon realised that some of us were from the BNP, some were from the NF, some from the EDL, and others, like myself, from Western Spring. None of us particularly cared what organisation the others belonged to — we were racial brothers and sisters united by a common ideal: the desire to secure the existence of our people and a future for White children — and of course, if we are to win back control of our country, this is how it must be.
I admit I was a little nervous during the journey. Anyone with any political savvy knows that the regime under which we live is anti-White and I envisioned a familiar scenario with state-funded UAF turning up to throw bottles, bricks and punches at us and being allowed by the police to get away with it. The cause of my nervousness was not however fear of the UAF, but fear of what I might do in response. My fear was that I wouldn’t be able to control myself and that I might end up getting arrested for unleashing the anger that I feel upon one of those loathsome counter-demonstrators.
We were protesting against the worst crimes in British history: the paedophile rape of more than fourteen hundred young white girls by Pakistani Muslims in Rotherham alone; the luring of them into drug addiction and prostitution; and the fact that all of the authorities in Rotherham, not only failed to do anything about it, but actively colluded in covering it up and concealing the racial, ethnic and religious identities of the individuals concerned!
Worse still, the police had actively hampered any attempts by the parents and relatives of the victims from taking action to rescue their daughters.
There is a line in the affairs of men, beyond which acts committed are so grievous that they cannot be ameliorated, by the delayed actions of a negligent criminal justice system, reluctantly embarking upon too little, too late – beyond which righteous anger cannot be slaked or calmed without first boiling over into violence directed at those responsible — and my senses told me that this line had been crossed.
We arrived in Rotherham town centre at 12:30 p.m. The first thing we noticed as we stepped out onto the pavement was the noise. Both close by and far into the distance we could hear the roar of nationalists giving voice to their anger in all parts of the town.
A helicopter hovered overhead and in a yellow sea of high-viz jackets, policemen struggled to hold the line against hordes of angry nationalists; some in small groups; some in large groups; and everything in between.
Had it finally happened, I began to wonder?
There were thousands of us — our people — had the British finally woken up?
We marched into the heart of the town behind a BNP banner and several columns of British flags. The police shadowed our group and I noticed a swarm of people walking past me, from other nationalist groups. They were handing out leaflets, selling newspapers and putting up stickers, the best of which in my opinion, were from British Movement. Theirs was a simple design: a blue background bearing a BM logo and ’14 Words’ etched at the bottom in white letters. It communicated everything that needed to be said. The police bared their teeth as these stickers sprang up all over the town.
We quickly found out why the Muslim paedophile gangs get away with their crimes, not just in Rotherham but all over the country. Many of the police present had been drawn from forces as far away as Devon and Wales, but the one thing they had in common was no sense of shame at what they had allowed to happen. There was no show of contrition and many laughed and sniggered among themselves when we confronted them, demonstrating clearly that the culture of political correctness has turned them into mindless goons for whom ‘diversity’ is the highest ”moral” ideal. Many were incapable of acknowledging the tragic human cost resulting from this degenerate ideology: and if our children must be sacrificed on the altar of diversity and racial equality, it’s a price they’re prepared to pay.
I broke off with a group of friends when we reached the town centre and climbed a series of stairs that overlooked the River Don. In front of us the EDL were demonstrating in a huge group just beyond the river. The speakers demanded that Shaun Wright step down, the Muslim paedophile gangs be brought to justice, and our people fight back to win our country. The locals watching and clapped as an awesome forest of St. George flags swayed together in a smooth, revolutionary rhythm.
I put British Movement stickers up on the walls and the locals read them and nodded in approval, and it was at this point that I knew revolution was possible, if we nationalists can manage to unify as a movement.
Although the EDL have clearly been funded by Zionists, Neo-Cons, and arms manufacturers as a way of directing public attention towards Muslims and Islam, the rank and file of the EDL are fundamentally nationalist, and that is what matters. They need to be more disciplined and not drink alcohol while they march, but who knows, there may be a need for rough-and-ready types in the grand scheme of things? And perhaps we nationalists can as a movement, guide them into healthier, more disciplined forms of activism?
Towards the end of the day our group, some NF members, some EDL, some British Movement, and some National Action found ourselves facing several lines of smirking, police officers. They were guarding a group of ”anti-racists” who had turned up to defend the Muslim paedophiles. In unison, we turned our attention to the police and demanded that they give us answers as to why they are allowing Muslim paedophiles to continue their crimes, but all we received back was their laughter, insults, and bad manners. We walked forwards and, as a group, we shouted at them, again and again, ”Traitors!” and the police officers retreated with us following them until we reached Rotherham town centre where we were joined by more nationalists.
Eventually the retreating officers were reinforced and our group was forced to return to our coach and as other groups began returning from all other directions, I approached the police lines confronting the officers once more, and something happened that I will never forget. I stood in front of a middle-aged police officer and as I berated him, I noticed his eyes fill with water and I realised that my words were having some impact — there are still some people within the anti-White regime who have the potential to feel shame, to feel remorse and possibly to change. Many of the officers however, showed no such qualms and were a disgrace to every value that puts man above the animals. They have lost their souls!
As one officer tried to push me back, I lost my temper. I pushed forward and shouted at him, ”We are going to have a White revolution and we will have a nationalist government, a nationalist leader,and a nationalist country, and you traitors are not going to stop us.”
The anti-White police continued to smirk, but I had made my point, so I made my way back into the coach.
As we pulled away from Rotherham some of the anti-White police gave us ‘the finger’, but we had learnt a very important lesson. We had discovered that nationalists can unify across organizations and we can overrun a town and dominate it irrespective of the wishes of the establishment. We also learned that we if we are sufficiently assertive, and show sufficient determination, the anti-White regime lacks the conviction to act resolutely against us. Despite these discoveries however, we cannot be pleased with ourselves, we stopped short of visiting righteous retribution upon those responsible for raping our girls. Reluctantly, with smouldering discontent, we must console ourselves with small victories and await another day — God speed the revolution!
