DEEP GLOOM

[Stanley]

DEEP GLOOM

Written 5 May 2004

I got my first BNP leaflet of the year this morning and it has spoiled my day. Give them their due, the content is very clever, it hits every worry button, gives specious solutions and doesn’t mention anywhere how they would fund all the improvements they promise. They deny being racist but in the same breath talk about the mythical ‘Native People of Britain’. They even use the argument that they are against ‘white’ immigration as well as ‘coloured’ to prove their point.
I’m a good enough student of history to see right through them. They are racists and fascists and I am old enough to remember the road that this combination of vicious ideologies led us down in the 1930s. This brand of politics and its near-relations all have one thing in common, they play on people’s fears to gain their ends. For this policy to succeed there has to be another ingredient, their has to be a vacuum to be filled. In this case it is the over-centralisation of power which has led local minority groups to believe that they are disenfranchised.
My gloom is deepened by a recent development. Everyone I have spoken to about the new postal vote has said that they will not bother to use it on two grounds, first that it is not secret, their vote will carry their name and second that they don’t see why they need a witness to prove that they are entitled to the vote they are casting. I suspect our masters don't understand the sense of foreboding that a brown envelope engenders in those who are economically disadvantaged. It always means a change to the status quo and the perception is always that this is for the worst. Therefore, there is an inbuilt fear of every official communication and relief can be obtained quite simply, bin it. This fear goes back to the telegrams in WW1 which almost always contained the worst news possible. Contrast this with the case of the political activist, they will use the postal vote and I wouldn’t mind placing a small bet that the BNP will have the highest response ratio.
Speaking as the illegitimate son of an economic migrant with at least five nationalities in my breeding and a good probability of Aborigine blood as well I suppose I am a prime candidate for repatriation. In addition, being poor I am dependent on State Benefits. If everyone like me was thrown out of the country the BNP would be well on their way to founding their Utopian Britain, ‘A clean, beautiful country, free of pollution in all its forms’. (Are they talking about clean air? Or could it be that this is code for their brand of ‘racial purity?)
All right, I know that by publishing my views I give the BNP the oxygen of publicity but I want my position and status to be perfectly clear. I shall not be silent and watch this cancer spread, the rest of you will have to make your own minds up.

5 May 2004