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A Tale of Two Cities

It’s always instructive to compare the respective fortunes of England and France, those old enemies. And what better way than to follow the lead of Charles Dickens, take the cultural temperature of both London and Paris, and so tell a tale of two cities? We’ll start with my hometown.

The dismantling of London’s white cultural heritage continues apace, and the latest monument to be deemed “problematic” is the famous Albert Memorial in Hyde Park. This beautiful piece of work, like a small, golden chapel, was a tribute from Queen Victoria to her late and beloved husband, Prince Albert. It is also a sculptural celebration of European literary achievement, the Prince being a very well-read man. In the city he loved, however, white achievement of any kind must be at fault in these perhaps less enlightened times.

Some woke little martinet writing in London’s Leftist magazine Time Out gives a flavor of the fuss and flap over the Memorial: “[The Albert Memorial] is currently causing controversy, being labelled as ‘offensive’ for ‘showing a Victorian view of the world’.”

What worldview would you expect Victorians to show? Tudor? Mayan? She continues her chirruping:

Imagery in the memorial shows Imperialist attitudes that white Europeans [sic] rescued indigenous people from what was seen as ‘barbarism’. Some of the pro-Empire imagery includes a European woman reading a book to an African man.

Mercy. Oppression by literature. Look, these people are on a roll now, and they must be stopped because they will not stop themselves until every trace of whiteness has been excised from London, then other cities will fall. If you want to defeat your enemy, occupy their capital city, to whose East End we now turn.

The Geffrye Museum had already been forced to change its name due to the new woke Doomsday Book. Robert Geffrye, the eighteenth-century merchant whose wealth built the almshouses for the poor on the original site of the museum, apparently profited from the slave trade — Yawn! — and it is now The Museum of the Home. It is organized around a brilliant central idea, which is to recreate homes and living spaces throughout British history, particularly that of London. It should be noted that the visitors to the museum — and this holds for all London’s museums, art galleries, theaters, opera houses, and any other cultural shrine — are almost exclusively white.

A recent exhibition at the museum, The Real Rooms Project, reconstructs rooms and flats from London’s East End in the twentieth century, when it would have been a largely white, working-class enclave. You might not know that, however, when you see the list of featured rooms in the exhibition guide:

The new rooms will include a Jewish tenement flat from 1913, an Irish couple’s house in the 1950s, LGBTQ+ renters sharing an ex-council house in the 2005 [sic], a British-Vietnamese home in 2024, and the Innovo Room of the Future, which explores real homes amid challenges such as the climate crisis and technological advances.

Where all the white people at? The East End of London certainly became home to various ethnic minorities in the twentieth century because it was where the docks were, but it was a fundamentally white area of London. To ethnically cleanse a cultural record such as that of domestic surroundings is just one more example of the ongoing erasure of whiteness in Britain’s capital, a city whose white inhabitants could now be as low as 40% of the total.

So, after noting the attack on white culture in London, let’s follow Dickens’ adventurer Charles Darnay and go in search of revolution in Paris.

Supper in Paris

To complete our tale of two cities, allow the Union Jackal to make a quick excursion across the English Channel. Passing boatloads of smiling migrants going the other way, we’re headed for gay Paree, very gay indeed at the opening ceremony of the 33rd Olympiad, aka the Olympic Games. This is something French President Emmanuel Macron has been waiting a long time for, seeing himself as a sort of Jupiterian Emperor and wanting a majestic Games to make him forget that, although he could have had the pick of Parisian beauties if he were a free man, he married Iggy Pop.

One segment of the opening ceremony was a tableau vivant — let’s keep it French — of Leonardo Da Vinci’s famous painting The Last Supper. For obvious reasons, this is something of a sacred work to Christians, and although I am not a practicing Christian, nor have I never mastered the art of being offended, I sympathize with Christians who were put through this adaptation of their icon. That short video gives a sense of the sheer malice of the relentless attack on Christianity.

The Olympic Committee issued a forked-tongued apology, the video was removed from YouTube, and the effete little chaffinch who directed it came out with what was presumably the French translation of John Lennon’s nauseating anthem “Imagine” in his defense. But the charm offensive and the contrition are all part of the psy-op. The image is out there now, and all the Christian athletes from African countries must have enjoyed this open mockery of the son of their God.

For mockery is what this was, as opposed to ridicule. On first seeing this Olympic débâcle, I felt a bit of a hypocrite (as mentioned in the Bible) for laughing at Monty Python’s Life of Brian, and Mel Brooks’ own brilliant take on The Last Supper in The History of the World Part One, featuring the great English actor John Hurt as Jesus. Brooks plays a pushy Jewish waiter at the last supper as the disciples try to get rid of him, and it’s one of the funniest sketches I’ve ever seen. But it’s ridicule, not mockery. The intention of Brooks and the Pythons was to poke fun at Christianity for the equally valuable institution of laughter, particularly aimed at the powerful. The opening to the Paris games was mockery, as leering and empty-headed as that commodity will always be.

The moral of the story — and every story that is Biblical in origin should have a moral — is that you must never, ever underestimate the French when it comes to dirty work at the crossroads. They are a naturally treacherous people. But back to London, and a somewhat more sympathetic attitude toward Christianity. It is not, however, one of which the new British Establishment approves.

The shortest way with the dissenters

I was under the impression that the country of my birth did not imprison its journalists, but I must have been away too long. Tommy Robinson has been arrested yet again, this time the day after he organized a huge and entirely trouble-free patriotic rally in London’s Trafalgar Square, one in which the Christian faith was at the forefront of proceedings. After his arrest on Sunday, Robinson was questioned for six hours under the Terrorism Act of 2000, which is significant.

Were he to be imprisoned under that Act of Parliament, it can be assumed that he would go a prison where terrorists tend to be sent, probably HMP (His Majesty’s Prison) Belmarsh. And as the vast majority of British terrorists are Muslims, Belmarsh tends to be full of violent, bearded men who have tried to kill Robinson in jail before and would relish a second chance. Tommy Robinson told me ten years ago that he expected to die in jail, and that is where the British government and their provisional wing in the Metropolitan Police want to send him, and they don’t give a toss how.

Robinson was arrested specifically under Section 7 of said Act. This is one of those laws that totalitarians only really need one of, as all the usual rights of the arrestee are suspended under Section 7. You have no right to silence, no right to a lawyer, no phone calls, and no chance of habeas corpus, meaning you can be held for 14 days without charge. What was the nature of the terrorist activity Robinson had been up to?

Robinson screened his film Silenced to the public at the rally. It documents the lawfare used against him by the British state, as well as exposing judicial corruption and the weaponization of the legal system in the United Kingdom. The film is technically banned in Britain, although it has been shown in the United States, what with that handy little First Amendment they have for these occasions. This entire story took place within 48 hours because news stories involving Robinson move quickly, the only time you will see the British police do so. Since I began this, Robinson has been released on bail and left the country, presumably breaking bail terms.

I am not quite sure how much more some on the Right need to see Robinson harassed in this fashion before we perhaps forgive him his Zionism and his reluctance to indulge in plain-speaking, white identity rhetoric. White identity is still a cause which dare not speak its name in the UK, and it must be approached with caution or potential sympathizers will flee the scene if it is made into an explicitly white issue. This applies to all points on the spectrum of the political Right, from the dissidents to the Parliamentarians.

There has been much talk of Nigel Farage distancing himself from Robinson, and since the pair are arguably two of the biggest threats to the Establishment from the world outside the Westminster bubble, that is a relationship which ought to be forged rather than shunned. If Robinson is being persecuted by the state, Farage should be attentive and not dismissive, because it’s his battle, too.

You don’t have to dig too far to find a third party lurking in the shadows here, and one which is both state-backed and the cause of much inconvenience for Farage and his party: Reform UK. It has been alleged that the invisible hand behind Robinson’s arrest was his nemesis, HOPE Not Hate, and its CEO, Nick Lowles, allegedly as they complained about the screening. I have covered this outfit before, and although they are grifters and hustlers they are becoming increasingly powerful in the anti-white movement. They have the ear of government and so are painstakingly careful to say what the government wants to hear and provide the appropriate services in support of their intelligence gathering.

If you know nothing about Robinson, there is a video that is a good introduction. It is also subtitled, as Robinson is an excitable man with a tendency to gabble. In it, you’ll find the elements noted that make Robinson mistrusted by many on the Right, and well as despised by most on the Left. The Right’s distaste for Robinson seems to me to be misdirected energy and a parsimonious approach to Robinson’s Zionist sympathies.

"They lied to you about everything, they lied to you about us!" – Tommy Robinson

Travis LeBlanc has unpacked the problems inherent in a Right-wing version of “cancel culture” here at Counter-Currents, noting that it was “born out of liberal hubris . . . [and] it’s strange that so many on the Right are defending this sort of behavior just when the Left are trying to put a stop to it.” Quite. I appreciate that the rumpus in question was over Leftist responses to the attempted assassination of Donald Trump, but that cancel culture on the Right both exists and extends to those such as Tommy Robinson, who are broadly speaking on our side, affiliations elsewhere notwithstanding. To start using the Left’s worst ideas because we can’t beat their best ones is liberal hubris where you should not find it, among the dissident Right.

The Torsan missile crisis, anyone?

The rest of the British Isles has been a little neglected this month, for which my apologies. Northern Ireland these days seems to be little more than a walking tour for Muslim migrants as they stroll over the border to the South and the good old reliable European Union once more. The only thing of note that has happened in Wales is that the bumptious new diversity hire who wouldn’t stop crowing about his being “the first black premier in Europe” is already out of a job, having lasted four months as the black king of Wales. Affirmative action strikes (out) again.

But it is bonny Scotland that has produced the month’s strangest UK news story. Now, it’s hardly breaking news to report that any self-respecting, rich, Arabic big-shot will want a British property portfolio. That is usually confined to London, however, some of whose more prestigious postcodes are coming to resemble a game of Monopoly played between Muslim potentates and Russian oligarchs. One Muslim cleric, on the other hand, is looking further afield: “A radical religious group has raised over £3 million to buy an entire Scottish island, with the aim to create a closed community which practices shariah law.”

It can be a tough old existence up there for a caliphate. Does Sheikh Yasser al-Habib know what he’s getting himself into? Does he have land-management experience, for example? In a way:

Al-Habib is the founder of the Mahdi Servants Union (MSU), which runs military-style training camps and the Fadak Shia Islamic TV channel from a private compound in the village of Fulmer, South Buckinghamshire.

The TV channel has been investigated by British media watchdog OfCom for incitement to violence, and the boys at the MSU have attacked the occasional embassy, but I’m sure they will make great neighbors to the cheery Scots folk in the surrounding isles.

So, will the UK face its own eccentric version of the Cuban Missile Crisis, led not by a bearded Cuban but a bearded imam on a 271-acre island in the middle of nowhere? I don’t know what will start a conflagration just at the moment in Britain, but the country has a tinderbox feel to it, and although Islamists are playing with fire, this may be intentional.

If I join my own dots in this roundup, I see the willful cultural destruction of Britain’s past and promotion of brand Islam. I see the state persecute Tommy Robinson, who happens to be Islam’s most outspoken and influential critic of Islam. I note that a vicious machete attack, on a white soldier in full uniform outside his barracks, occurred the day after a notorious Islamic preacher was found guilty of inciting violence in the name of Islam. An incident at Manchester Airport in which a Muslim was kicked in the head by a policeman had the initial stages of the fight added only later, giving genuinely needed context, for once. The same day, there was a near-riot in the hometown of the men, outside its police station, demanding their release. The crowd got their wish and the men were set free on bail. I watch rallies in which Muslims and their supporters are left unmolested by police officers who behave very differently if the demonstrators are white men. The flash feels as though it is about to come.

As I write, there is an ongoing incident in which a number of children have been stabbed, very seriously, it would seem. Whatever the combination of attacker and victims might be, everyone is currently wondering how this is going to turn out. Which of the increasing number of potentially incendiary clashes between Muslims and kufr is going to strike and apply the match? Why not a mad imam with a James Bond island off the Scottish coast? It would make a better movie.

As Irish comedian Dave Allen used to sign off his show with: Goodnight, and may your god go with you.