@arisinvestor@alphafox Its a monkey having a chimp out, bad parents, but its in their genes. Nothing to be done about it except for sending them back home.
I sat next to you in Parliament when you promised your own independent rape gang inquiry. You did the media rounds and took the credit. Boasted about the headlines. Accepted the political gain.
What did you do?
Nothing. You delivered nothing. You never mentioned it again. I pushed you to act, you weren’t interested.
You broke that promise.
You even insulted our own independent inquiry as a ‘waste of space’.
It is filthy politics, and you should apologise for it.
Court footage reportedly captured Henry Nowak’s final moments after he was stabbed.
Lying on the pavement struggling for breath, Mr Nowak could be heard saying: “I can’t breathe.”
He repeatedly told police he had been stabbed and was desperately trying to explain that something was seriously wrong.
But instead of immediately treating him as a victim in critical condition, an officer told him he was under arrest on suspicion of assault.
“I’ve been stabbed,” he said again.
A male voice then allegedly replied: “I don’t think you have, mate.”
Henry Nowak later died after his lungs filled with blood and he effectively drowned in his own blood while handcuffed on the ground.
The footage is genuinely disturbing.
Yet our Government and Keir Starmer refuse to even recognise this awful murder or mention Henry Nowak’s name. SHAMEFUL!
They hate you for noticing the pattern.
During the Summer of Floyd, a Black, drug-addled career criminal died while resisting police after committing a crime, and whole cities burned while we were lectured endlessly about “racism.”
Now Henry Nowak, an 18-year-old White first-year student at the University of Southampton, is stabbed multiple times by Vickrum Digwa, a Sikh man carrying blades under Britain’s sacred multicultural laws.
Henry was walking home after celebrating with his university soccer team. He was not some violent thug. He was sober enough to be under the legal driving limit, in good spirits, sending videos to his friends, and simply trying to get home.
Digwa stabbed him in the chest and in the back of the legs as Henry tried to flee. Neighbors heard Henry crying that he had been stabbed and was dying.
When police arrived, Digwa played the race card, called Henry a “drunken racist,” and the officers believed him.
Henry told them he had been stabbed. One officer replied, “I don’t think you have, mate.”
Then they handcuffed him anyway.
He died after telling police he could not breathe.
He bled out in the street while his killer stood there, shielded by the very system that should have saved him.
The same political class that screamed for years over Floyd now falls silent.
That silence tells you exactly whose lives matter to them, whose do not, and why they hate you for noticing.