In October 2024, the Free Speech Union came to the aid of Rick Prior, the elected Chair of the Metropolitan Police Federation, after he was suspended for saying that rank-and-file officers had become so fearful of complaints of racism — and potentially losing their jobs — that they no longer dared challenge allegations of racism, particularly when made by people of colour.
According to Prior, some officers were reluctant to intervene when they suspected a crime was being committed if the perpetrator was a black or brown person for fear of being accused of racism.
Fortunately, with our support, Rick Prior won his
Given the circumstance of Henry Nowak's death, it's clear that Rick Prior was right to raise these concerns.
The police have overcorrected in response to the perception that the force is institutionally racist, and that needs to be addressed.
People like Rick Prior — and other elected federation chairs — must be free to speak out about what they believe has gone wrong and propose common-sense solutions without risking suspension or dismissal.
The lack of free speech within policing on these issues has contributed to the current state of affairs in which officers appear to be more concerned about not following up accusations of racism than protecting people from violent criminals.
Watch the Free Speech Union’s General Secretary, Lord Young, below 👇
🇬🇧 Every British river. 🌊🇬🇧
Has a name older than English. Older than Rome. You still say it.
The Thames. The Romans wrote it as Tamesis. But the name they wrote was already old when they arrived.
A pre-Celtic name passed to the Celts, passed to Rome, passed to us. The name has changed only in the shape of the sound.
The Severn. The Welsh called her Sabrina. A river goddess in the Brittonic tongue. And the Severn still carries her name today.
🏞️ The Trent. The Celts called it Trisanton. A name meaning the trespasser. The river that bursts its banks. And it still bursts its banks.
The Avon. The word means river. The Britons called every river the Avon. The English kept the name.
The Tyne. A Brittonic name meaning the flowing one. The Dee. A name meaning the goddess, the holy one. The Britons named her sacred and the English left her sacred.
The Anglo-Saxons came. They renamed villages. They renamed hills. They renamed almost everything they could. But they did not rename the rivers.
The rivers were too holy. The names were too rooted.
And so the Brittonic words stayed in English mouths.
The Britons did not vanish. Their words did not vanish. Their descendants became the British. And the British still name the river the same way. Every time.
🇬🇧 British people speak a language older than English. Every day. Without noticing. The Britons named the water. The British still call it the same.
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The river names are not relics.
The villages changed names. The rivers kept theirs.
Help us pass our history downstream. 👇🙏
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Be part of us. ☝️🇬🇧
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🇬🇧 There is a village in Orkney 🏴
It is OLDER than the PYRAMIDS.
Its stone furniture is still standing. A storm gave it back to us in 1850.
Its name is Skara Brae.
It sits on a curve of beach on Orkney. And it was built 5,000 years ago. By a people who farmed barley, kept cattle, and worked stone with the patience of a craftsman.
They had no metal.
And yet they built homes that have outlasted every empire since.
🏛️ Each home was made of stone. A hearth at the centre. A bed of stone slabs along each wall. A stone dresser facing the door. A drainage system carrying waste away from the walls.
What we would now call indoor plumbing.
5,000 years before it appeared in any English home.
Eight homes. Linked by stone passages.
They lived there for 600 years. Their children played at the doors. Their dressers carried the best of what they made.
The Grooved Ware they fired here would later be found from Orkney to the south coast.
Five centuries of one settled people.
Then the Earth changed. 🌍
The sand began to drift across the homes. A mother carried her child away from the only home she had known. The dunes closed over the village.
In 1850, a storm hit Orkney. The wind stripped the sand from the dunes. And one of the homes appeared again.
A village 5,000 years old, sitting in the open as if it had never left.
The people of Skara Brae did not vanish. They became Britons. Their descendants became the British.
And we are still building our homes around the hearth. Still arranging our shelves to face the door. Still carrying waste away from the walls.
5,000 years on, we are still living the same way they did.
🇬🇧 Civilisation did not come to Britain. Britons were already building it. And building it well.
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This village was buried for 4,000 years.
We nearly lost their own story.
Help us put British history where it cannot be lost again. 👇🙏
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🪨 This man lived in Britain 2,000 years ago. 🪨
He was killed four times ⚔️
Today, you can see exactly what he looked like 👁️
On 1 August 1984, a peat-cutter in Cheshire pulled what looked like a piece of wood off the conveyor belt 🚜 The peat fell away. It was a human foot.
The workers stopped the machine. The police came. Then a Cheshire archaeologist called Rick Turner came too. He took one look at the leg and he knew.
This was not a recent murder.
This man had been here a long time 🕰️
They lifted him out of the peat. Skin still pliable. Hair still on his head. A face. Calm. Recognisable.
2,000 years old. And looking back at them.
He was a man in his mid-twenties. Five foot six. Strong build. Reddish-brown hair. Trimmed beard. High cheekbones. The face and build of a man you might walk past in Cheshire today 🤝
His fingernails were polished. His beard had been trimmed with fine shears. His hands had done no heavy work. Not a labourer. Not a slave. Someone important.
He was the kind of man a community puts forward.
🕯️ His last meal was a charred griddle cake. Mistletoe pollen was in his stomach.
Then he was taken to the bog.
First, a blow to the head. Hard enough to crack the skull. Then a garrote, tightened around his throat. Then a knife, drawn across his neck. And then he was laid face-down in the bog water 💧
Four deaths in one afternoon. Performed carefully. By people who knew exactly what they were doing.
Mistletoe was sacred to the Druids 🌿 Their priests cut it from oak with a golden sickle.
This was not a crime. This was a ritual.
Lindow Man was likely chosen. Honoured. Offered.
For centuries, Rome told us the Britons were savages. Without writing. Without civilisation. Without faith worth respecting.
His body says otherwise 🪨
Sophisticated. Groomed. Cared for. Buried with reverence. A society that took his death seriously enough to lay him where the peat would preserve him.
For 2,000 years 🕰️
Rome came. Rome went. Saxons came. Normans came. The land was farmed, fought over, built on, sold.
The bog stayed. And inside it, so did he 💧
Until 1984.
Today, he is in London. The British Museum. Room 50 🏛️ Behind glass. Schoolchildren press their hands to it, leaning in to see his face.
2,000 years old. And still there.
📖 Read the full story, get the lesson plan, share the facts →
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He is one of us.
Not a stranger. Not a curiosity. Our ancestor 🤝
Same faces. Same hands. Same island 🇬🇧
Every story we tell, a supporter paid to keep alive.
Without them, these stories stay in the past.
Without you, the next one never comes out.
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This is the interview they don't want you to see.
Alex Phillips, mainstream journalist went to the Unite the Kingdom rally with her own eyes open. What she found destroys every lie the establishment fed you.
No hatred. No violence. No "fascism."
Just 150,000 ordinary Brits who've been silenced for years, finally finding their voice. Families. Christians. Patriots of every creed. A "safe space" the media pretends doesn't exist because they helped create the conditions that made it necessary.
She warns: This isn't a one-off event. It's an incremental, determined groundswell and the only reason it hasn't exploded into French-style violence is British stoicism. Push harder, and that changes.
Her closing: "Carry on being British."
Simple. Subversive. Everything they want eradicated.
Watch. The lie dies here.
Britain First. No Surrender. 🦁🇬🇧
Alarming. Labour have now used the Online Safety Act to take down this video by @ZiaYusufUK on TikTok.
They can’t beat Reform at the ballot box so now using big tech to silence a political opponent.
This isn’t about “protecting children”. That’s a lie.
The ENTIRE WORLD needs to know what has happened in Britain
They need to know how politicians covered it up
They need to know how police covered it up
They need to know it is STILL happening
For the sake of those girls, and girls still being abused now, I plead PLEASE share this
Share with your Presindents, Prime Ministers, the UN
They are torturing and raping our girls.
Something has to happen
Please help
Because our Government is refusing to
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🏴🏴 The English were not the only ones to demand their king answer to them.
A century after Runnymede, fifty Scots sealed a declaration of their own. ⚔️
It went further than the English barons had ever dared.
Their king was excommunicated. Their country had been at war for 30 years. The Pope had refused to recognise that their kingdom existed at all.
So they wrote to him.
⚖️ They sealed the declaration with more than 50 personal seals. Not one king's seal. 50. Each man committing his own identity, his own house, and his own life, to the words on the page.
📜 The Declaration said something nobody in Christendom had ever put in writing before.
It said that a king of Scotland did not rule by his own right. He ruled by the consent of his people. If he ever submitted them back to English rule, the Scots would cast him out and choose another king from among themselves.
A medieval king, bound by the consent of his people, to be removed if he failed them.
This was 1320.
🔥 And then the Declaration said the line.
It said the Scots were not fighting for glory. They were not fighting for riches. They were not fighting for honours. They were fighting for one thing only.
For freedom alone, the Declaration said, no honest man surrenders, but with his life.
🏛️ That line was read at the dissolution of the Scottish Parliament in 1707. At the opening of the new Scottish Parliament in 1999. At Scottish memorial services for the wars of the 20th century.
For 700 years, the line has never gone out of use.
The original Declaration of Arbroath still exists. A single piece of vellum, the ink faded, some of the seals fallen off, the rest hanging from the bottom of the page on silk cords 700 years old.
It is held by the National Records of Scotland in Edinburgh. UNESCO added it to the Memory of the World register in 2016.
On these islands, the idea that a king rules by the consent of his people is ancient.
Older than the kings who tried to break it. Older than the countries we now live in. Older than the languages we now speak.
The English barons reformed the throne.
The Scots threatened it.
✍️ One island. One spirit.
🇬🇧 The British write their own history. They always have.
Help us remember who we are. Help us remember every British achievement. 👇🙏
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🛑 QUESTION: WHO are these little flowers? They are breaking the law by pulling down @reformparty_uk posters in the north west. Let’s make them famous…
Britain had a wonder of the world. ⚔️🇬🇧
For 600 years, London Bridge wasn't a bridge.
It was a street. A town. A city floating on the Thames.
Construction began in 1176 and took 33 years.
When it was finished it had 19 stone arches, a drawbridge to let ships through, and a chapel dedicated to Saint Thomas Becket at its heart. The starting point for every pilgrim walking to Canterbury.
Then people started building on it.
At its peak: 200 buildings. 500 residents. 🏘️
Haberdashers, booksellers, apothecaries, taverns and alehouses open from dawn.
The longest inhabited bridge in Europe.
You could walk halfway across and never know you were over a river.
In 1212, three years after completion, a fire killed thousands on the bridge itself. 🔥
In 1282, five arches collapsed under winter ice.
The arches slowed the Thames so much that in hard winters the river froze solid. Londoners held frost fairs on the ice. Bull-baiting. Pop-up taverns. A printing press operating on a frozen river. 🧊
Every time something went wrong, they rebuilt.
London Bridge stood for 622 years.
Then in 1831 they demolished it.
The Victorian replacement lasted barely a century. By the 1960s it was sinking into the Thames.
So the City of London sold it to an American for $2.46 million. 💰
He had it dismantled stone by stone and shipped to the Arizona desert.
Where it still stands today. 🏜️
Britain had a wonder of the world on the Thames for six hundred years.
We sold what replaced it to Arizona.
Did they teach you that?
We will. 🇬🇧
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🏴🇬🇧 In the second half of the eighteenth century, something happened in Scotland.
A country of one and a half million people.
Produced ideas that changed the entire world.
In one generation.
Adam Smith. He wrote The Wealth of Nations in 1776. He invented economics.
David Hume. He asked the question nobody had dared ask. How do we actually know anything? His answer changed philosophy forever.
James Watt. Walking across Glasgow Green, the idea came to him. A separate condenser. It made the steam engine practical. And started the Industrial Revolution.
Joseph Black. He discovered latent heat. The principle that made refrigeration, steam power and thermodynamics possible.
James Hutton. He looked at the rocks at Siccar Point. And understood the earth was unimaginably old. He invented geology.
These men knew each other. They argued in the same taverns. Walked the same streets.
In one generation, one small country invented economics, philosophy, geology, thermodynamics and the steam engine.
The modern world runs on what they built. 🇬🇧
This is your history.
Help us keep it alive. 👇
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🏴🇬🇧 In 1839 the farmers of West Wales were being crushed alive.
So they put on dresses. And declared war.
Their name was Rebecca. 🪓
West Wales. 1839. Rent to the landlord. Tithes to the English Church. And on every road, a tollgate. You couldn't move without paying.
On the night of 13 May 1839 a crowd appeared at the Efailwen tollgate in Pembrokeshire.
Every single one of them was dressed as a woman. Long skirts. Bonnets. Shawls. Work boots visible beneath the hems.
Their leader stood at the front. They called her Rebecca.
The name came from the Bible. Genesis 24:60. "Let thy seed possess the gate of those which hate them."
They destroyed the gate.
The trust rebuilt it. Rebecca came back. They destroyed it again.
The trust rebuilt it a second time. Rebecca destroyed it a third time.
The trust gave up. 🏴
By 1843 the raids had spread across all of west Wales. Two hundred and fifty tollhouses destroyed. Two thousand people marched on the Carmarthen workhouse and tried to burn it down.
Nobody knew who Rebecca was. That was the point.
Everyone was Rebecca.
One person died. Sarah Williams. Seventy-five years old. The keeper of the Hendy tollgate, Carmarthenshire.
On the night of September 9th 1843 Rebecca came for her gate. She was ordered to leave. She refused. They set fire to the tollhouse.
She walked to her neighbour's door.
She said: "Dear, dear." And fell down dead.
Those who were caught were transported to Tasmania. Never to return. 🏴
In 1844, Parliament passed the South Wales Turnpike Trusts Act. The hated toll on lime was halved. The trusts were brought to heel.
Two hundred and fifty gates destroyed. One act of Parliament.
The farmers won.
Nobody knows who Rebecca was. Nobody was ever identified as the leader.
Everyone was Rebecca.
Did they teach you their story? 🏴🇬🇧
Nobody keeps these stories alive.
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🏴🇬🇧 Yosemite. The Sequoias. The Grand Canyon.🇺🇸
A boy from Dunbar, Scotland made the world protect all of it.
His name was John Muir. 🏔️
Born 1838 in Dunbar, East Lothian. From the age he could walk he roamed the cliffs and fields of the Scottish coast. Something about the wild world would not let him go.
In 1849 his family emigrated to Wisconsin. His father worked the family from dawn to dusk. John wanted to read. To think. To study.
So he invented a machine that tipped him out of bed at one in the morning. To give himself more hours in the day. 🕐
In 1867 a factory accident nearly blinded him. When he recovered his sight he made a decision.
He would turn his eyes to the fields and the woods. And never look back.
He walked a thousand miles from Indiana to the Gulf of Mexico. Sailed to California. And walked into Yosemite. 🏔️
He lived there for three years in a simple cabin.
Emerson visited. Offered him a teaching post at Harvard.
Muir said no.
Sheep were destroying the meadows. Loggers were taking the trees. Muir started writing. Articles read by millions. In 1890 Congress created Yosemite National Park. In 1892 he founded the Sierra Club. 🏴
In 1903 President Roosevelt came to Yosemite. They camped for three nights under the open sky. Muir talked. Roosevelt listened.
Roosevelt went on to protect 148 million acres of forest. Five new national parks. Sixteen national monuments. ✅
All of it traces back to a boy from Dunbar.
He never lost his Scottish accent.
He died on Christmas Eve, 1914. He was 76.
Did they teach you his name? 🏴🇬🇧
Muir gave everything to keep what he loved alive.
Our history needs the same thing.
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