I fear for Tommy Robinson — but this is about much more than one man

It’s an odd time to be British.

We like to think of ourselves as a proud nation, revelling in the old patriotism of Churchill and the Darkest Hour, grasping the threads of past times.

But these old ideas have worn thin now, through overuse. Because the simple truth is that Britain is lost.

Britain has lost its democracy. That the will of the people is meaningless is being proved by the simple fact that Brexit will not happen. We will never leave Europe or take control of our borders or immigration. The will of the people is frustrated by the power of the elite. As a result, close to twenty million people in the UK lack representation or any incentive to ever vote again. I do not intend to. My contract with this government was torn up long ago. British politicians do not deserve our time or attention.

Britain has lost its press freedoms, obliged as we are to pay for our state broadcaster to pollute the air with propaganda. At least North Koreans gets theirs for free. The British Establishment loves to point the finger at Russia Today, smearing it as a state TV channel and failing to see the rank hypocrisy that is obvious to the rest of us who are taxed regressively at £150.50 for a service we neither require nor enjoy. The newspaper industry contemplates its own navel, lamenting the decline in its fortunes even while recycling second-hand copy plucked from Google. And TV production companies and publishers are so overwhelmed with liberal thinking that Conservative opinions are not even considered for discussion.

(I was going to be followed to America by the BBC on Trump’s Presidential campaign. The BBC’s executive producer asked the cameraman / producer if he would be prepared to film with me hiding her face with her hands, such was her loathing of conservative voices like my own. This is the contempt in which the BBC holds anyone with a non-BBC view. We are good enough to pay their salaries and pensions, but not to be fairly represented.)

Britain has lost its law and order. Our murder rate has overtaken New York’s. According to a former police officer, the Metropolitan Police has lost control of the capital. Three young lads were stabbed in three hours on Monday. Incidences of rape, burglary, acid attacks and street theft are skyrocketing. And that’s before you have to contend with truck attacks on our bridges or nail bombs at concerts for little girls. One year on from the Manchester bombing, the media only wants to talk about the victims of Grenfell Tower; somehow illegal immigrants always matter so much more than anyone else.

Britain has lost its schools. I have been sent pictures of wall posters that read: TRUMP=HATE. I’ve been told of children humiliated in class by their teachers because their parents voted Brexit. I’ve received endless emails from 16 and 17-year-olds who don’t believe any of the liberal nonsense they are taught, but who understand that to get a good grade they must play along. I tried to run a Schools Speaking Tour at the request of three young people, but government ministers stepped in and banned me from talking to children about the many different perspectives available in life.

Britain has all but lost its monarchy. We have one generation left – Prince William and Kate – before that bastion of Britishness is lost to phoney causes and an Obama love-in. We did not have a royal wedding in May; we had a wedding featuring one Royal. I imagine there is already a contract in place for a Netflix special entitled ‘Obama meets the Markles’.

And Britain has lost its prisons. The number of staff has fallen off a cliff, while the number of inmates has skyrocketed. Speak to any officer working inside and they will likely tell you that our prisons are a ticking time-bomb waiting to go off. With chronic understaffing and drugs like Spice flowing freely among inmates, prison officers face each shift knowing they are at risk of attack – or worse.

They write to me with their truths. Sarah is a prison officer. I was struck by how much she sounded like a regular mum, like one of my mates on the school run or at work – until I read her story:

“We are battered and bruised on a daily basis. I’ve been spat at and have had threats of faeces being chucked on me. A colleague had the humiliation of having faeces rubbed in her face.”

Her problems aren’t left at work; her partner is a prison officer too: “He has recently been slashed and bitten by a prisoner who did not feel he was given the correct medication by the staff.”

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I wonder what this means for Tommy Robinson.

Just to be clear, I happen to agree with those of you who have no patience for Tommy. He was on a suspended sentence and he knew the potential repercussions of being near the court – he knew he would be at risk of arrest, yet he failed to have his solicitor with him. And I understand the frustrations of those who say he could have prevented justice being done, that he might have been responsible for enabling the animals accused of raping underage white girls, whom they see as trash, to escape justice.

But let me ask you this:

Where was the swift justice for our girls? Where was the 8-hour sentencing for the monsters who repeatedly raped an 11-year-old girl?

Even if you disagree with Tommy’s actions, perhaps we can agree that an historical willingness to turn a blind eye, to look the other way, to follow orders not to see, to fail to hear the truths of these young girls being repeatedly raped – all this is what got us into this mess in the first place.

Legions of people turned away, pretended not to see, put away their cameras. And as a result, thousands of white girls were failed. The singular determination of a few steely women like Jayne Senior, who was prepared to be vilified, sacked and slandered for exposing the actions of these disgusting men, is what brought this story into the open. Tommy picked up the baton. Again and again, justice has come down to a single individual being brave enough to defy the state and the prevailing liberal viewpoint and make a stand.

Even if you hate Tommy Robinson, disagree with his actions and believe he should have stayed away from the court that day – even then, perhaps we can agree that Tommy has the right to personal safety and protection from physical harm during his detention.

He has never violated an 11-year-old, never abused a child, never been a paedophile.

But now, if he has any hope of surviving inside, this will be the company he will be forced to keep: locked up in “seg” (the segregation unit) with the child abusers, at constant risk of ‘prison justice’ from the other inmates, unable to mix freely on the wing. Tommy Robinson says he is unlikely to survive. It is widely acknowledged that he is right.

There are a few officers who work against the prison system, bringing in contraband like cigarettes and the synthetic drug Spice to top up their wages. Others are keen to stay in favour with the Muslim gangs controlling the wings. It will only take one of these officers for Tommy’s time to be up.

I fear for what this represents.

Much more than the life of one man, I fear for my country and my children. What life have we left for them? What place will they call home? Not this hopeless nation, where democracy is meaningless, de facto sharia law is enforced, truth tellers are disposed of in prisons, and our demographic trajectory confirms we are an Islamic State in the making.
Britain is broken.

My job as a patriot is to fight to free this country from the shackles of the leaders content to manage our decline, and to stand up for what I know is right in the face of all we are force-fed that is wrong. There are many great people in the Rest of the UK. I love them dearly and we will fight together. I fully accept that, ultimately, the state will find a way to silence me too.

My job as a mother is to fight for the safety of my children today, and to find a new home for their tomorrow. I am ashamed of this country I used to know.

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