Ok, I spent 4 hours at the Unite the Kingdom rally today.
I spoke to loads of people & I saw loads of things.
Takeaway: Peaceful. Energetic. Inclusive. Positive. Patriotic. But, a fury with politicians & a desperate desire for change.
I look forward to discussing it on my show Monday.
In the meantime - allow me to share this image I took while there.
For those of you with a sensitive disposition, look away now. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a sight more far-right in my whole life. In fact, I fear I may need some therapy, it was so traumatic. I can only hope & pray Keir Starmer hasn’t had him locked him up for being ‘an extremist’… 🤞
2 very different faces of immigration - One woman gets what it means to be British and is a shining example of integration and is well and truly one of us.
Narinda on the other hand of one of the most divisive people on the internet and spreads nothing but hate. She really thinks she stands for something but is full of bitterness and resentment and is part of the reason these marches take place.
We do not need people like her in our society. She gives immigration a terrible name.
Unity of our strength not diversity. You will never get a cohesive country that’s divided.
It’s all about your attitude and your values. Not skin colour. People like her create their own storms so they can play victim. People have started to see through it and they have had enough.
Don’t be like @narindertweets 🇬🇧💪
Helen tells me why she has come to Unite The Kingdom Rally today
@Keir_Starmer your smears & slurs don’t match up to what decent everyday people think - and how furious they are at the incessant attacks on our freedom & justice
I wasn’t there in London yesterday.
My body wouldn’t allow it anymore.
So I watched it from a chair at home,
a war pensioner staring at a screen,
watching thousands march streets
I once marched in uniform.
And honestly… part of me wished I was there.
Just to stand amongst ordinary British people again
without feeling like loving your country
has somehow become something shameful.
Before the march had even begun
they’d already made their minds up about them.
Called them divisive. Dangerous. Extremists.
Yet what I saw on that screen
looked nothing like the picture
being painted before the rally had even begun.
I saw veterans.
Families carrying Union Jacks.
Working people. Pensioners. Young lads singing in the streets.
Ordinary faces the media stopped understanding years ago.
The police barriers stretched across London,
creating sterile zones through the heart of the city,
yet beyond them the streets felt alive again.
You could feel it even through a screen.
Flags moving like waves beneath grey skies.
Crowds packed beneath the shadow of Parliament.
Big Ben standing over it all
like Britain itself was silently watching.
And amongst all the chants, speeches and noise,
one moment stayed with me more than any other.
The prayer.
For a few seconds the shouting disappeared
and something older seemed to hang in the air above London.
Not politics.
Not parties.
Something deeper than that.
That’s what people are really fighting for.
The feeling that the country they grew up loving
is slowly slipping away
while they’re told not to notice.
The strange thing was
they didn’t look angry to me.
They looked united.
Hopeful even.
Like people remembering
they were not alone.
And sitting there watching it all unfold,
I realised something.
A nation rarely dies dramatically.
It fades slowly
when its own people become afraid to defend it.
But yesterday proved something important.
The old spirit is not dead yet.
Not while thousands still march beneath the flag.
Not while veterans still care about this country.
Not while ordinary people still refuse to give up on Britain.
And watching from home,
I realised I was witnessing something deeper.
People trying to hold onto a country
they feel slowly slipping away.
Soviet Britain just sent Tommy Robinson to 18 months prison.
His crime?
Posting this video - Britain really doesn't want you to see it 👇
https://t.co/FarFIF9WZ1
I love it when young people fight back against the nonsense
"You see one Palestin!an protest and you think you know everything, EDUCATE YOURSELF before you actually go out protesting calling everyone rac!st or fasc!st
WE'RE NOT FAR RIGHT. WE'RE JUST RIGHT"
WOAH
Look at this massive crowd from the freedom protest in London today.
Tens of thousands of people peacefully saying NO to tyranny in Soviet Britain.
SHARE - The mainstream media won't show you the truth 👇
They said I was being awkward - I said there were two choices since I wasn’t giving my details. Arrest me or let us walk away. They seemed unsure. We walked away.
A few silent signs telling a truth they can’t bear. That’s all it was.
Great evening. 🍅
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⬇️A THREAD⬇️
The British Empire was, in some ways, a force for good.
In many places it occupied it:
-raised the standard of living
-developed infrastructure
-promoted education
It also single-handedly ended slavery for much of the world…🧵(thread)
📖 Here's a story...
...It's a story of our white working class 🇬🇧
Once upon a time, we respected the backbone of our society. Our brave men went to the trenches. They mended stuff, and made stuff.
They joined the army. They worked in mines. They manned production lines. They drove lorries. They didn't make much, but they made enough. And they'd be the first to turn out to carry your bag, offer a pint and defend the nation. They knew your name. They helped you with stuff around the house. They laughed the loudest and made the sort of jokes that were so close to the bone, our sides split!
But we gave their jobs away. We cut the army. We never replaced heavy industry, and, where there were still jobs, we gave them to other men, from other countries, because they cost less.
Instead we gave them benefits. We took their dignity, their ability to provide for their families and replaced it with a handout. We robbed them of all opportunity and also robbed opportunity from their kids, too. Their kids who now have kids of their own.
We told them they can't make their jokes anymore, not even for light relief. We told them that everything they were once loved for, and indeed loved, was now considered thick, racist and out of touch. Wake up! we yelled. Get with programme! Get woke, you neanderthal! You've had it your way for far too long, and messed it up! It's only right that you are now punished. You're relatives enslaved us! You are a patriarchal beast! You fragile, over-privileged moron!
When they now turn on the telly, they no longer see people like them. The songs they once sang together are cancelled. Nobody like them writes songs any more. Well, nobody that would get a recording contract, anyway.
We called them lazy, after they had made the humiliatingly necessary calculation that to provide for their family, maybe even give them a holiday from their shithole neighbourhood, it was better to not work and claim benefits instead.
When they tried to tell us how much they were hurting, how they felt overlooked using the only words they had, we called them racist. Because they didn't get the latest memo from an overpaid London PR consultant about what language was acceptable and which viewpoint was allowed to be aired. How to work the ever changing system to fit in. Slow learners!
But they didn't have protected status. They were the monsters.
So they tried at the ballot box to change things. Three times they voted Tory who promised to cut immigration. They backed Brexit: it would put them first. They saw that those in charge who hadn't listened for decades were made to listen at last!
Oh! They listened. And did everything in their power to bully and shame, to silence their voice, to frame them as a threat, to intimidate and censor.
Day after day, night after night, they watched their towns change irreparably. They watched people from other countries being given houses and doctors' appointments. It must be their turn next. Surely.
These other people were also showered with the loving glow of not just being wanted - yes! WANTED! - but actively cheered for! Refugees welcome! Black lives matter!
Who are they? Well, they can't get to know them. They don't learn English. Don't go to the pub. But it must be their fault for not welcoming them enough, understanding them enough. They must be racist.
Then they saw members of those communities complain and witnessed superhuman efforts made by those in power to listen to them. And yet, some still riot when they don't get their own way. Some commit crimes, but it's not their fault. They just need to be better understood. They've been through things none of us can relate to. They're disenfranchised. They have mental health issues. And it's probably your fault, you lazy white racist.
That, dear friends, is the story of working class England. I hope you enjoyed it.
Some might call it 'lived experience'
For those in it; it's an experience barely worth living.
The End