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Here’s why Islam should no longer be considered as a religion under UK law.

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This article is partly based on the excellent research undertaken by Graham Senior-Milne concerning the legal status of Islam in the UK.  It is of particular relevance to a March 2018 case of Religiously Aggravated Harassment in Folkestone Magistrates Court concerning Paul Golding and Jayda Fransen of Britain First – and is also relevant to this March 2017 case in Southwark Crown Court where the author of this article was similarly charged.

It may well also be relevant to numerous other cases of Religiously Aggravated Harassment that have been prosecuted since the Racial and Religious Hatred Act came into force in 2006.

Having considered all the arguments from Graham Senior-Milne’s research, it becomes obvious that if only the legal system would take these arguments into account, and find in our favour (as it undoubtedly should) then in addition to quashing the above-mentioned cases of Religiously Aggravated Harassment, we would solve a great many of our problems with Islam overnight. Considering that Islam is shaping up to be the world’s most intractable problem of the 21st century, this would be a most worthwhile goal, and one arguably deserving of a great deal of attention.

The author of this article attempted to have the subject debated in court in 2017, but was informed that there was no way that any judge in the UK would entertain such an idea in the current political climate, which is a sad indictment of the craven and cowardly attitude of those in power who should – in an ideal world – uphold the law without fear or favour, compared to the current policies of appeasement in relation to the increasingly arrogant and aggressive followers of the most barbaric, backward, misogynistic and totalitarian ideology the world has ever seen.

The basic argument is as follows: Islam should not be considered a religion in UK law because it does not meet certain criteria laid down by the European Court of Human Rights (ECtHR) which is currently the highest authority in our legal system.

In a case going back to 1982 it was stated that: in order to qualify for protection under Article 9 of the European Convention on Human Rights (ECHR) (Freedom of thought,conscience and religion), religious and philosophical beliefs must be “worthy of respect in a democratic society, be not incompatible with human dignity and not conflict with the fundamental rights of others.”

If it is lawful to protect religious beliefs that meet these criteria, it must be unlawful to protect (via legal recognition) religious beliefs that do not meet these criteria, because such beliefs must either be not worthy of respect in a democratic society (Islam is unquestionably anti-democratic) and/or incompatible with human dignity (the dignity of women, for instance, who are mere chattels in Islam) and/or conflict with the fundamental rights of others (such as gays, including gay Muslims, who, under Sharia law, must be killed).

Following on from this, the logic would be that, in law, you cannot harass a person based on their religion if, in law, that person has no religion (what they believe is not recognized, in law, as a religion and therefore does not qualify for the legal protections that apply, in law, to religions recognized as such).

In other words, ‘religious harassment of a Muslim’ is, in UK law, a contradiction in terms; it is a legal impossibility.

While Islam has been treated as a religion in numerous cases over the years, this issue has never been argued before a court; courts have just assumed that Islam is a religion in law. In other words, there is no binding precedent on this issue.

This may sound surprising, but you can perhaps understand why courts would avoid this issue like the plague, even if it occurred to them that they might consider it in the first place. But courts do not hesitate to apply these criteria to other philosophical or religious beliefs – so why should Islam be exempt?

Consider the sheer idiocy of the proposition that a set of beliefs which are incompatible with the human rights of others (say, sacrificing babies on the first Tuesday of every month), which would not be protected under Article 9 ECHR as philosophical beliefs, would be protected simply because they are ‘religious beliefs’.

Would you protect Nazi beliefs if Nazis believed that Hitler was God? Of course not. Yet there is a direct parallel with Islam. Rampant antisemitism? Check. An inbuilt sense of supremacism? Check. A quest for worldwide domination by any means available, including fear, violence, intimidation and terror? Check again. It can easily be seen that Islam has much more in common with Nazism than it does with, say, Judaism or Christianity.

In another case from 2005, it was stated that “Article 9 embraces freedom of thought, conscience and religion. The atheist, the agnostic, and the sceptic are as much entitled to freedom to hold and manifest their beliefs as the theist. These beliefs are placed on an equal footing for the purpose of this guaranteed freedom. Thus, if its manifestation is to attract protection under Article 9 then a non-religious belief, as much as a religious belief, must satisfy the modest threshold requirements implicit in this Article.

With regard to the ‘modest threshold requirements’, these are stated at para. 23 (my emphasis): “Everyone, therefore, is entitled to hold whatever beliefs he wishes. But when questions of ‘manifestation’ arise, as they usually do in this type of case, a belief must satisfy some modest, objective minimum requirements. These threshold requirements are implicit in Article 9 of the European Convention and comparable guarantees in other human rights instruments.”

“The belief must be consistent with basic standards of human dignity or integrity. Manifestation of a religious belief, for instance, which involved subjecting others to torture or inhuman punishment would not qualify for protection.”

“The belief must relate to matters more than merely trivial. It must possess an adequate degree of seriousness and importance. As has been said, it must be a belief on a fundamental problem. With religious belief this requisite is readily satisfied.”

“The belief must also be coherent in the sense of being intelligible and capable of being understood. But again, too much should not be demanded in this regard. Typically, religion involves belief in the supernatural. It is not always susceptible to lucid exposition or, still less, rational justification. The language used is often the language of allegory, symbol and metaphor.”

“Depending on the subject matter, individuals cannot always be expected to express themselves with cogency or precision. Nor are an individual’s beliefs fixed and static. The beliefs of every individual are prone to change over his or her lifetime. Overall, these threshold requirements should not be set at a level which would deprive minority beliefs of the protection they are intended to have under the Convention.”

The bottom line is: A person can believe what ever he likes but his beliefs must meet the threshold requirements to be recognized and afforded protection in law.

It is true that Islam is given as an example of a religion in the explanatory notes to s.44 Equality Act 2006, but explanatory notes are not definitive of the meaning of an Act. Also, the explanatory notes state:

‘Section 44 defines what is meant by “religion or belief” for the purposes of this Act. Section 44(a) defines “religion” as “any religion”, a broad definition in line with the freedom of religion guaranteed by Article 9 of the ECHR.’

This makes it clear that, for the purposes of the Equality Act 2006, a religion can only be recognized and treated as a religion if it meets the criteria for Article 9 ECHR (because Article 9 ECHR does not recognize or protect beliefs or religions that do not meet the criteria specified in Campbell and Cosans v United Kingdom [1982] ECHR 1).

In any event, even if a statute did provide that Islam is a religion, that statute would itself be unlawful under Article 9 ECHR, given that the ECHR (and the case law of the ECtHR, which interprets the ECHR) overrides domestic law, whether it be statute or other.

Let’s see how many people out there would support a Judicial Review (the legal mechanism whereby a senior judge would be obliged to consider the proposition that Islam should no longer be considered a religion in law. It is admittedly an expensive process, however if a mere 3000 people (out of our population of 60 million) were to pledge just £10 each then we could take the first step on the road to free our country from the tyranny of Islam. Please register your interest by leaving a message of support at the following email address: editor@counterjihadwarrior.com. You don’t have to pledge any money as such at this stage – I am just trying to gauge the level of interest, and if we manage to get enough people expressing support then we could set up a proper fund-raising campaign.

We owe it to our children and grandchildren to do everything we can to help provide them with a better world, free from the threat of Islam, Sharia law, and all the other manifestations of this barbaric, misogynistic 7th-century totalitarian ideology. Please help us to meet this goal if you possibly can.

Tim Burton (with acknowledgements to Graham Senior-Milne)

Mohammed’s Koran – reviewed by renowned Muslim apologist Julian Bond

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‘Mohammed’s Koran’ is arguably the most important and informative book on the ideology of Islam and it’s baleful effects on 21st century civilisation. As a result, it has been banned by most of the large distributors and retail outlets such as Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Waterstones and Fortnum & Mason, all of whom have capitulated to political correctness and the threat of violence from activists on the Left of the political spectrum.

You can still buy First Edition copies, signed by both of the authors, here.

This pathetically biased and dishonest review was produced by Julian Bond, who was the former Director of the Christian Muslim Forum.

Author comments (in plain text) are interspersed with paragraphs from the review (which are in italics.)

‘Mohammed’s Koran’ is written by renowned Islamophobe and former leader of the English Defence League, Tommy Robinson alongside Peter McLoughlin.

This pathetic review exposes its bias by beginning with an ad hominem attack. There is no such thing as an “Islamophobe”, which implies someone with an irrational fear of Islam.

Only fools have no rational fear of Islam, when in 15 years this 5% of the UK have dwarfed the IRA terrorist attacks in the preceding 150 years. Maybe the terrorists haven’t killed or injured someone you know, however they have undoubtedly affected your life.

For example – being strip-searched at the airport and taking 3 hours to get on a plane, queuing to have your bag searched to enter a museum, or having to weave your way through the anti-Muslim barriers that have been put around government buildings and Christmas markets.

Every one of these is a reminder of how our lives are transformed by the efforts to thwart Muslims from killing us.

Besides this your daughters have good reason to fear Muslims, since in the UK this community has targeted schoolgirls for rape on “an industrial scale” for going on 40 years (see this newspaper article from 1975.)

Your freedom to criticise Islam has been taken away from you, and the same government who created this law guaranteed that it would not apply to Muslims (and this law was created to prevent anyone exposing the Muslim rape gangs).

If you don’t have reasons to fear Islam then you are either deluded or you live nowhere near Muslims. Back to Bond’s supposed refutation…

This isn’t really a book about the Qur’an and it isn’t going to help you understand it.

This book contains an entire Koran, annotated to highlight how violent and hateful is “the religion of peace”.

No other Koran in history has simultaneously explained both the chronology of the Koran and proven how this chronology (along with abrogation) expose that Islam is a religion of war.

The co-authors have massive chips on their shoulders, as they make clear in their book.

Ad hominem. We’ll take his refutation of our book apart almost sentence by sentence. Instead of engaging with the book he claims to be reviewing, you will notice he does the opposite – relying on claims that have nothing to do with the content of the book.

They tell us that those in positions of power are lying to us about Islam.

We prove that Islam is a religion of war, that this was known by the educated classes before 9/11, but that since 9/11 American Presidents and British Prime Ministers have lied and called Islam “a religion of peace” after every terrorist attack by Muslims. As we show, their lies have even become official propaganda taught in schools.

They have a huge expectation (or claim to have one) that the leaders of British society should be informing/educating us about Islam. This is the language of the playground and social media, it is very familiar to those of us who are peace activists with an online presence involved in both virtual and real peace campaigning. The authors are not interested in peace. Peace depends on being constructive.

Our book condemns violence, and points out that those who cannot grasp that are stupid. QED.

This book is offered as an antidote to the ‘lies’ being told about Islam by giving us fear and death instead. It is not a book which seeks to educate or create understanding, whatever the authors may claim, as is clear from the front cover. It has been designed to create as much fear, hate, distrust and confrontation as possible. I have not wanted to be seen with it while reading it, it looks like a racist, intolerant pamphlet. It is fair to say that there is no chance of misinterpreting the cover or of being in any doubt about what is inside. Unless you particularly wish to find out about conspiracy thinking, how not to read the Qur’an or to have some insight into the extremist outlook of the authors there is actually no need to read it.

The 600 five star reviews at Amazon’s UK and US websites show that 99% of verified readers disagree with this bigoted and baseless review.

The Arabic writing on a black background on the cover is the shahadah (‘testimony’), the Islamic declaration of faith – ‘There is none worthy of worship except God and Muhammad is God’s Messenger.’ It is not a declaration of war or a threat. However, a non-Muslim reader will look at it and see the flag of ISIS. Of course the authors never tell us the meaning of these Arabic words.

The reviewer is either stupid or bigoted – he apparently did not notice that the front cover is explained on the very first page of the book, the page that follows the title page. Where we placed this explanation is the STANDARD place in the publishing industry where the cover of a book is explained. And on that standard page we explain what the Arabic text on the front of the cover means. It is the same text emblazoned on the flags of the slavers/rapists who joined ISIS. This reviewer could not even engage with the cover of the book without revealing his blinkered view of the text.

This imagery is accompanied by a sword below which are drips of blood, another reference to ISIS. It is infantile.

The cover announces that it is about Muslims – ‘Why Muslims Kill for Islam’ – not ISIS, not extremists, not terrorists. It would be possible to engage positively with a book that had the title ‘Why Some Muslims Kill for Islam’ or ‘Why Extremist Muslims Kill for Islam.’ But no, this is about fearing for your safety from all Muslims.

Muslim terrorists read the same Koran as all other Muslims. When Bond can provide us with a clear criterion by which anyone can tell which Muslim will wake up tomorrow and become a killer, then there may be some way of distinguishing Jihadis from Muslims. Within the book we make it clear: the Jihadis are the advance guard. The quotation on the back of the book also makes this clear: the Koran commands the tactic that not all Muslims should go off and become killers at once. So in amongst those Muslims who are not killers are devout Muslims who are waiting for the right moment to strike. And they are following the commands of the Koran when they kill and when they are hesitating before killing.

It’s fine for anyone to write about the threat of extremism (though it is not the biggest threat to life in Western societies) and terrorism.

Yes, it is. Notice he offers no other greater threat. The head of MI5 says the terrorist threat in the UK is now higher than at any time in his 34 year career. France (with a Muslim population twice that of the UK) is in a state of emergency and has had the army on the streets for several years — and still France cannot stop all the Muslim terrorists.

This is not that book. Instead it is heading towards hostile confrontation, it has, without reservation, chosen the ‘Dark Side’.

Yet, for all that the authors are hostile, even more so are they ridiculous. In its aim to be deadly serious its nonsense is almost humorous. Thus in the Introduction (p.7) we read (in bold, this book has more bold text than any other book in the history of publishing!):

“If you are a Muslim, please put this book down. We do not wish you to become a killer because this book leads you to understand the doctrines and history of Islam more thoroughly.”

Clearly our book did not have ENOUGH bold text, since this fool who thinks himself capable of writing a refutation couldn’t even look for an explanation in the standard place where the cover art of a book is explained.

It makes me want to give this book to Muslim friends so that they can read it and say, ‘Sorry Tommy, we’re still peaceful and you don’t know what you’re talking about.’ I have done so on a few occasions, one was so appalled that he took a photograph of it.

This suggestion is an enormous statement of ego, which blinds the authors to the hard fact that Muslims are overwhelmingly not killers because Islam is not telling them to kill.

This is an unfounded assertion that simply ignores the hundreds of pages of evidence and footnotes in Mohammed’s Koran.

Nowhere in his review does he actually address the content of our book, which explains exactly why Muslims kill for Islam: such killing is the way in which Islam offers them guaranteed access to Paradise (and without such access, they face an eternity in Hell being burned alive over and over and over for eternity).

It takes an extremist, whether ISIS or McLoughlin and Robinson, to tell them that they should be killing. We will not be taking lessons on Islam from you, Tommy. It is almost as if he wants a fight. But he is aware that Muslims will not choose to read his book.

Once again, the reviewer is either stupid or is lying. We denounce killing and yet he libels us by accusing us of being extremists like ISIS.

The Introduction to the book is sandwiched by two statements:

a) the book starts by saying we don’t want any Muslim to read this book because we don’t want our proof about Islam being a religion of war to inspire them to kill.

b) the end of the Introduction says we think that any doctrine is evil that commands its followers to kill those who do not follow that doctrine.

By this stage it should be clear to you that Bond is either a bigot or an incompetent reader.

The back cover gives more insight into the nature of the book stating that the ‘educated elite … have been actively deceiving the rest of the population [about Islam].’ The authors are not happy because they want to be the ones who are deceiving us about Islam.

Our book contains nearly 600 footnotes pointing to the scholars of Islam (Muslims and non-Muslims). Anyone who wishes to verify the claims we make in the book can follow the references in the footnotes.

Obviously, Bond has little grasp of the nature of scholarship and the practice of providing evidence to support claims. Hence, in what he considers to be a refutation of our book, he provides no evidence that the book is wrong.

They do, however, stop short of telling us where their ground-breaking (they describe it as ‘revolutionary’) work will lead once people are able to ‘expose the lies which paralyse the West’s discussions of Islam.’

We state that we want democratic change. The Grand Lie of “the religion of peace” is systematically used to deceive the public and to stop the public demanding such democratic change.

A recent survey by Chatham House showed that 47% of the UK wanted no more Muslim immigration. Yet from the 1250 politicians in the House of Commons and the House of Lords there is NOT ONE who represents the view of those 47% of voters.

In fact there has been a lot of discussion about Islam and this book is not adding anything but intolerance and ego to that discussion. It is even doubtful whether the authors understand the processes of education (or choose not to for propaganda purposes) when they mention teachers who ‘indoctrinate your children or force them to attend a mosque.’ Finally they do the work of ISIS for them by telling us that ‘Islam offers two options: submit or die.’ The authors are not to be trusted, they are extremists.

Another fallacy – the argument from authority. We don’t demand that anyone trusts us. Unlike the exponents of The Grand Lie we show hundreds of pages of evidence and footnotes to substantiate our claims. Only a dishonest review would fail to address the substance of the book. Does he find a single quote that is incorrect, or a single citation that is wrong? No. It is the works cited in those hundreds of footnotes which people can judge trustworthy or not.

Andrew Bostom (who has a similar outlook to McLoughlin and Robinson) describes them as ‘courageous’; they are not courageous, rather they are preachers of fear. As another example of this, they quote Abu Bakr al-Baghdadi – ‘Islam is the religion of fighting’ – we don’t take lessons on Islam from him either, why would we?

Thousands of Muslims residing in Europe DID take lessons from Baghdadi (unlike Bond, Baghdadi has a PhD in Koranic Studies from an Islamic University). If it hadn’t been for the schools, media, politicians, police exhorting Muslims not to join ISIS there would have been even more thousands of followers of “the religion of peace” who went off to practice their halal enslavement, rape and slaughter of Yazidis.

The book itself opens by stating that Islam is a religion of war and that this ‘truth’ has been suppressed, which is an incredible statement given the vocal anti-Islam message of the two authors over a number of years. They will have heard numerous others saying the same as them. Soon after we read that it is the ‘elite’ who marginalise what they describe as ‘explicit articulations of Islam’ by describing those who do so as Islamist extremists. The authors share the outlook of others that Islamism is not distinct from Islam.

We prove in the book that the concept of Islamism was invented in the West in the recent decades. We point out that even a moderate Muslim academic in the West who wrote an entire book on Islamism couldn’t come up with any definition that holds water. But you shouldn’t expect Bond to actually engage with the content of our book. Those Muslims who kill for Islam don’t describe themselves as “Islamists” but as “Muslims”.

The authors have no problem in telling us what Islam is, even though they stand against Islam. Of course this leads on to ‘your child’ being ‘deceived at school’ (p.8).

Again, we prove this by citing the evidence. But Bond deliberately chooses to ignore the evidence.

The authors want to tell us that Islam is monolithic (is anything?) and have no space to admit that Muslims don’t agree with everything that scholars in the past have written (or that the world has changed a lot since then, it is ISIS who want to take us back to the past).

It appears Bond didn’t get beyond page 10 of our 400 page book. Notice that even then he ignores our paragraphs in those first few pages where we point out that, in the years immediately after 9/11 while the families of the dead were still grieving, moderate Muslims in the UK (converts who have published many previous books on Islam) spent huge amounts of effort translating and publishing the tafsir of Qurtubi.

This book by the scholar Qurtubi tells Muslims that the Koran’s commands to kill the unbelievers are eternal and they include the right to kill non-Muslims who have DONE NOTHING to harm Muslims. If Bond was an honest reviewer he would have engaged with this problem. Instead, he ignores it, even though it is all proven in the first few pages of our book.

Yes, they can be wrong and may easily depart from the actual meaning of the Qur’an, paralleling what happens in the Christian theological tradition. They then take to task Muslims who denounce atrocities and acts of terrorism as, for them, the views of ancient scholars outweigh contemporary public statements.

If we had the space to engage with the supposed denunciations of terrorism by Muslims, it would be easily provable that such denunciations are nearly always specious and/or qualified (e.g. condemning attacks on the “innocent”, when Islam only defines Muslims as “innocent”.)

Who knows why the authors cannot see this? Muslims are standing up against violent interpretations and don’t agree with all that scholars said in the past, even if they translate them.

No, they’re not. At the drop of a hat Muslims can get 10,000 of their people to protest outside Google’s offices in London (over a movie on YouTube about Mohammed). Where are the demonstrations in London of 10,000 Muslims protesting about Islamic terrorism? Nowhere to be seen.

McLoughlin and Robinson could engage with Islam constructively, as they are on the same side, but no. The ‘jihadis’ reward in Paradise is another important building block for the authors. Yet for the vast majority of Muslims who are actually following Islam it is a mark of extremism.

The authors want to take us back in time to the world of war of the Middle Ages with their appeal to the outmoded terms – Dar al-Harb (house, or land, of war) and Dar al-Islam (land of peace). As the world changes and democratic politics spreads terms like this cannot be mapped onto the world in the same way – Europe has been a House of Peace since the end of the second world war, while there is much war in the Middle East (though of course ‘peaceful’ nations have been good at exporting war overseas). And religion is behind neither of these, while politics is.

We cite mainstream experts from the end of the 20th century — such as Prof Bernard Lewis, Prof. Samuel Huntington, etc. — showing that Islam fundamentally sees the world in terms of a never-ending War against all that is not Islamic. Bond again wants to ignore all the expert opinion we cite in the book.

Contemporary Muslim assessments have described Western countries as more peaceful and more ‘Islamic’ than Muslim-majority nations. Anyone who approaches the Qur’an with the key of war and what they believe to be ‘jihad’ is on the wrong track, and the Qur’an even tells the reader this (a message the authors do not wish to hear, they would rather deal with Islam as the enemy).

The entire purpose of Mohammed’s Koran is to prove that apologists like Bond have no basis for their belief. Jihad is even known as the 6th pillar of Islam. And our book proves that for centuries before 9/11 the Islamic experts in the West emphasized the role of Jihad.

But, more importantly, for all that the authors (and others) see war at the heart of Islam, it is at the heart of their own outlook. They want to shape our attitudes by bringing war and hate into the conversation (because you don’t spread love by telling people that your neighbour’s religion wants your death) and it is easy to tell lies about Islam in our society.

We denounce killing, yet again he libels us and misrepresents what is in the book. Once again, Bond chooses to ignore the hundreds of quotations and citations in the book. He is either too stupid to review our book or is deliberately lying about the content.

In fact they had a great opportunity to engage with the Qur’an’s message of peace instead and promote that. It’s not easy to trust someone who accuses so many others of lying.

If the Koran had a message of peace we would not have a problem where 5% of the UK’s population produces thousands and thousands of Muslims who want to kill us. It is only “the religion of peace” which produces these thousands of terrorists.

Bond has no explanation for why these thousands of Muslims want to kill us. And he doesn’t want anyone to read our explanation, an explanation which is substantiated by hundreds of footnotes pointing to the works of experts.

In the face of over 30,000 Islamic terrorist attacks across the world since 9/11, Bond thinks they only way to engage with the Koran is to lie and pretend it is a message of peace.

Peter McLoughlin / Tommy Robinson

Pigeon on the Wing – Chapter 12 – And With One Mighty Bound He Was Free

 With one mighty bound…..

Foreword: All chapters of Pigeon on the Wing published on this website are in draft form only. The final version may include grammatical, syntax and content changes, as well as sidebars and illustrations to maintain a level of interest and to stop readers’ eyes from glazing over. All comments and / or criticisms of content or writing style would be most welcome. Masterpieces like this don’t just write themselves, you know.

Seriously, though – this is your book just as much as it is mine. I couldn’t have even begun to write it without all of your help and support. Thank you so much for everything you have done for me, and I hope you enjoy reading this book as much as I have enjoyed writing it.

Tim Burton

Pigeon on the Wing – Chapter 12 – And With One Mighty Bound He Was Free

The days following the visit from my three friends, Margita, Chris and Karen, were perhaps the hardest of all. I had no further visits scheduled, and although I had been advised by various prison officers that I was likely to be released in the near future – possibly as soon as Friday 08 June 2017 – there was no official confirmation of this.

For one thing, there was no black-tie evening event scheduled on the prison notice-board, although I checked several times each day for the message – “Hey Timothy, you have been a model prisoner, please RSVP to this invitation for a glitzy champagne party  on the wing prior to your release!”

And for another thing, none of the many nubile young female prison visitors, armed with their interminable questionnaires and checklists, had come to see me to check whether their – no doubt extensive – rehabilitation plans had met with my approval.

In a final act of desperation, I rubbed my electric kettle, uttered the magic words – “Abracadabra Alakazoom!” and summoned my Trip Advisor genie.

The Trip Advisor genie materialised in a gently swirling haze of mist with an aroma of sulphur – and the subtlest fragrant hint of Paco Rabanne.

“What the f**k do you want now?” said the genie, obviously none too impressed for having been aroused from his dream-like state.

I was somewhat taken aback. “Well, if it’s not too much trouble, I would like some clarification on when, if ever, I am likely to be released.”

The Trip Advisor genie rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “If I were you,” he said, “I would prepare for a life of eternal damnation and hellfire behind bars, perpetually tortured by satanic imps armed with infernally sharp pitchforks with which they will forever probe your nether regions. That way, if you ever do get released, it will seem like a blessing from on high.”

Then he vanished. “Thanks a lot,” I said to the empty space that he had occupied a moment before. “You’ve been a great comfort.”

As it happened, I needn’t have worried. The morning of Friday 08 June 2017 arrived, and I was woken as usual by my 06:30 alarm. I had showered and dressed, and having performed my habitual one-hour meditation routine by 07:45, I was awaiting the call to the medical hatch to receive my daily heart medication.

There was a series of clicks and the  cell door was unlocked. One of the prison officers poked his head around the door.  He threw in a couple of large clear polythene bags.”Get your stuff together, Burton,” he said, “you’re leaving in ten minutes.”

“What about my heart medication?”

“Oh yes. Jump to it then. Get your meds, get your stuff out of the cell and report to the staff room on the wing as soon as you can.”

I streaked up the stairs to the medical hatch with all the alacrity of Usain Bolt on steroids. The attractive nurse behind the hatch regarded me with some curiosity as she handed me my daily dose of heart medication.

“Why are you looking so cheerful?”

“I’m being released today.”

“Oh. Well, good luck then.”

“Thanks. I don’t suppose you would give me your mobile phone number with a view to a night of unbridled passion sometime in the not too dim and distant future? I am after all nothing but a poor victimised product of this dysfunctional society when all is said and done.”

The attractive nurse gave me a wistful yet meaningful smile.

“How very kind of you to think of me in that way,” she said, “now f**k off and die, and if I ever see you again, I’ll remove your nuts with a bacon-slicer, you miserable benighted piece of misbegotten humanity.”

“Oh, well, thanks anyway.” Never let it be said that I hold grudges against the female sex. As a rule, it is highly unlikely that you will ever win an argument against the devastating pronouncements of female rejection.

Pondering the whys and wherefores of female whims and the female psyche under such circumstances leads only to paranoia, schizophrenia, and potentially a lifetime of corrosive and unrelenting mental anxiety. Take it from one who knows these things.

I streaked back down the stairs to the wing and started to pack my things into the polythene bags.

It was then that I realised that I had accumulated an awful lot more over the past six weeks than I could fit into my two polythene bags. There were magazines and books galore, at least a month’s supply of tea, coffee and sugar, and two unopened packs of Alpen Original Muesli, together with over half a dozen apples and oranges.

There was also an unopened set of “prison greens” comprising an XL-size tracksuit and T-shirts.

Never let it be said that I am a hoarder.

I decided to leave it all for the next inmate. He would probably appreciate it.

With a last look around the cell, and bidding a mental farewell to my electric kettle and my expensively acquired TV aerial, I took a deep breath and made my way to the prison officers’ staff room.

Two prison officers escorted me to the reception area. I was given back my rucksack with my belongings, my mobile phone, my shoes, my shirts and my suit, which obviously hadn’t been washed or pressed in the intervening six weeks. I was led to a changing area and donned my shoes, my crumpled shirt and even more crumpled suit to face the outside world.

“I don’t suppose I could charge my mobile phone, could I? It seems to have gone flat.”

“Don’t push your luck, Burton. That cell still has your name on it. Here’s a shoulder bag for your belongings – courtesy of HMP Thameside.”

I took the hint and gathered my stuff together. The shoulder bag was surprisingly stylish, all things considered, in heavy duty black nylon with a resilient shoulder strap. I couldn’t have got better from M&S.

I was led to the cashier.

“Here we are, Burton. £42.40 from when we took you in, plus another £44.88 credit that we owe you from your stay. That’s £87.28,” and with that he counted out some notes and coins.

“And here’s a travel warrant to Birmingham. You’ll need to present yourself to the probation office in Birmingham no later than 3:00 PM today. Any later than that and you’ll be in breach of your Post-Sentence supervision  requirements and could be recalled to prison.”

WTF?? No sooner was I kicked out of HMP Thameside than I was on a race to make it to the Probation Office in Birmingham in less than six hours. What if the London Tube drivers decided to call an impromptu one-day strike?

More importantly, what if some selfish suicidal sonofabitch decided that there was no other way out than to place his neck on the 12:40 London Euston to Birmingham railway line? I would be in breach of my Post-Sentence supervision requirements before you could say “I’m a celebrity, get me out of here.”

Once again, as it happened, I needn’t have worried. My guardian angel was sitting on my shoulder and looking after me. As the London Transport Network took me to Euston Station and from there via the Virgin Rail Network to Birmingham New Street, I was able to present myself to the Birmingham Probation Office shortly before 3:00 pm.

I was greeted by an attractive young lady of Sikh extraction. “I hear you have been convicted of Religiously Aggravated Harassment,” she said, somewhat combatively – “well it may happen to interest you that I am a Sikh.”

I regarded her with equanimity. “I have been misrepresented,” I said. “I am not against Sikhs, far from it. I am not even against Muslims. I am against the ideology of Islam.”

She looked at her notes. “But it says here that you have been convicted of stalking prominent Muslim personalities, and what’s more, you have been unremorseful and unrepentant in your anti-Muslim activities.”

Stalking? This had in no way formed any part of the indictment and subsequent conviction against me. And as regards to anti-Muslim activities, I was in no way against Muslims, only against the ideology of Islam – an ideology that commanded antipathy toward non-Muslims and the subjugation of all those who refused to submit to that ideology.

“Let me have a look at that,” I said. Sure enough, the paperwork  specified “stalking.”

“That’s a mistake.” I said, “The indictment was for religiously aggravated harassment against a prominent Muslim. Stalking doesn’t come into it. Let me speak to your manager.”

She sniffed, disapprovingly. “Wait here.”

The manager, whose name was Steve, was an avuncular type who, it has to be said, was totally on board with my point of view, even if this was not shared with his subordinates, one of whom was a Barbie look-alike apparently fresh out of university.

Steve gestured to the Barbie look-alike for her to make the first move. She consulted her notes.

“Do you realise,” she said in a disapproving tone, “that the words in the emails that you sent to Fiyaz Mughal’s organisation (Tell Mama) could be construed as highly insulting and grossly offensive?”

“So what’s wrong with being offensive?” I said. “It is a highly subjective term and doesn’t cause any real or lasting harm to anyone, even to the person against whom it may be directed.”

You could have heard a pin drop.

“What’s wrong? What’s wrong with being offensive?” said Barbie. She looked like she was going to drop down dead from an apoplectic fit. “You can’t say that!”

Steve, the manager, raised his hand and stepped in. “Leave us for a moment,” he said, “Mr Burton and I have things to discuss.”

Barbie left the room. “I see where you are coming from,” said Steve, “but there are a lot of people here who would object to what you have to say.”

I reiterated my position – which was that Islam was an outdated, barbaric, misogynistic and intrusive seventh-century ideology that had no place in a modern 21st century Western civilisational construct. The presence of Islam, and the acceptance of it as “just another religion” and even as a “religion of peace” would progressively undermine the very foundations upon which Western civilisation was constructed, and eventually lead to the destruction of the very thing that our ancestors worked so hard to build.

Steve reflected for a moment.

“You are probably right,” he said, ” but it’s more than my job’s worth to agree with you in public. Take my advice. Go home and forget about it.”

So, dear reader, in the end I did one of those two things. I went home, to the welcoming arms of my family and to reflect upon the events of the previous months leading up to my unjust charge, prosecution, conviction and the eventual sentence of twelve weeks at Her Majesty’s Pleasure..

But of one thing you may be assured – I did not forget about it. I will fight against the Islamisation of my country for as long as there is breath in my body, and I would encourage every true Englishman and Englishwoman to do the same.

The future of our country is at stake, and our children and grandchildren will not forgive us if we shirk our obligations at this crucial moment in our history. This fight is not over.

Tim Burton

End of Chapter 12

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Pigeon on the Wing – Chapter 11 – Visiting Time

  Visiting Time

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Pigeon on the Wing – Chapter 11 – Visiting Time

Tuesday 30 May 2017 – For some weeks now I had been looking forward to the prospect of meeting someone from the outside, in the form of a process known in the prison as “Visiting Time.”

For those of you familiar with soap operas such as Coronation Street, East-Enders and Emmerdale, where characters are being banged up every other week, and subsequently visited with a never-ending procession of their loved ones at little or no notice, it might seem like an obvious and integral part of the humane and considerate prison environment in the UK.

However, in reality the process is fraught with bear pits and elephant traps, no doubt designed to bring home to all those involved that incarceration is not meant to be a walk in the park, and communications with loved ones on the outside of the prison should be only conducted with extreme difficulty.

It wasn’t all the fault of other people, as I was to find out. In order to initiate communication with people on the outside, it was necessary to employ a certain level of handwriting skills, in order just to send the most elementary of letters to prospective visitors on prison notepaper.

Although I had access to a computer terminal in my cell, there was no word processing software, no email software and no way of electronically communicating my thoughts to the outside world, so I would have to call on those very same handwriting skills, painstakingly perfected in the British educational system after years of being rapped over the knuckles with a wooden ruler by the formidable Mrs Anderson, head of English at my local primary school, St Norberts in Carshalton Beeches, Surrey.

What could possibly go wrong, I hear you say? I will tell you what could go wrong. I used to win prizes for my handwriting skills at school, but half a century later I would find that those handwriting skills had deserted me.

Half a century of conducting my communications via a typewriter and a computer keyboard had left me with all the calligraphic skills of a dyslexic chimpanzee.

A chimpanzee, furthermore, who having been tasked with writing the complete works of Shakespeare, along with an infinite number of other chimpanzees, had unfortunately found it all to be too much to cope with, and seeing no other way out, had overdosed on a combination of crack cocaine and methylated spirits.

I had received letters from several good friend and colleagues who had expressed a desire to come and visit me, and all I could do was to scrawl a missive on prison notepaper that looked as though a demented spider had decided to dip its feet in an old-style ink-pot, dance the Light Fantastic across my notepad and gracefully expire in a blob of noxious fluid  in the bottom right-hand corner, signing itself off as “Best regards xxx.”

I found this extremely disconcerting. As I said, I had won prizes at my school some fifty-odd years previously – at the time, I had invested in a plethora of Parker pens, numerous bottles of Indian ink and other writing implements – and with broad brush strokes, judiciously placed full stops, expertly located commas and quotation marks, I had swept the board with my calligraphic expertise.

Where had it all gone? I had no idea. The phrase “use it or lose it” came to mind, and I resolved to recover my handwriting skills in prison by writing “The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog” on innumerable sheets of notepaper every single day until I could at least write a coherent letter to someone on the outside.

In the meantime I had been fighting a battle with the prison authorities to have them accept some nominated names, addresses and telephone numbers for potential communication. This was a problem because I was not allowed to communicate directly with anyone from Liberty GB, and it was only with great difficulty that I was able to nominate some good friends of mine, who I will from now on refer to as Margita, Karen and Chris (although not necessarily in that order.)

These three fine people had attended my trial at Southwark Crown Court, and they had very kindly distributed the details of my trials and tribulations far and wide through the counter-jihad support network. Now, they had expressed a desire to come and visit me, and I had to pull out all the stops to make that happen.

I had to nominate the appropriate telephone numbers and have them approved – a process which took over a month – and once the approval came through, I had to set aside some of my weekly allowance to contact them via telephone and set up a meeting.

Every time you make a phone call from prison, it costs you a substantial sum which is deducted from your minuscule £15 weekly allowance, and setting up a meeting is a process fraught with difficulties which could have been derived from Dante’s seventh circle of Hell.

My potential visitors then had to submit a request to the prison for a visit, the prison administrators would let me know, and then I had to inform the prison administrators that I would agree to such a meeting taking place.

It sounds simple, but as I said, it takes a long time to arrange. Of course, time is something that most prisoners have a lot of in HMP Thameside.

That the one visit I had took place at all was something of a miracle. Nevertheless, the promised day arrived, and on the Tuesday before I was released, the visit from Chris, Margita and Karen took place.

For me, it was one of the best experiences of my life.

It was up there with my earliest childhood recollections – of a day in the park with my parents in the summer sunshine, the day I managed to ride my bicycle without falling off and the day I made the acquaintance of a large number of very attractive black and yellow winged insects whilst I was eating jam sandwiches and subsequently ended up at the local hospital A&E with multiple wasp stings. Good times.

“Oi, Burton, you’ve got visitors.”

Two prison officers handcuffed me and collected me from my cell. (Over the previous few weeks, everything involved in moving me from one place to another had been done in the presence of at least two prison officers. I was obviously a hardened criminal who – left to his own devices and with a series of mighty leaps and bounds – would stop at nothing to escape the clutches of the prison system.)

Having been securely handcuffed, I was led to the preparation area and instructed to don a vivid fluorescent purple and yellow vest over the prison greens that I had been wearing for the previous four or five weeks.

I have to say that the colours clashed more than I would have liked. I could think of more than one camp performance artist from the world of theatre who would have said something along the lines of – “Oh dear – That purple and yellow does NOT go with that green, darling.”

I don’t wish to be overly melodramatic, but I could see how that colour combination would produce nausea in someone of a delicate disposition.

From the preparation area, I was led to the visiting area. At that point my handcuffs were removed and I was made to sign in using a secure fingerprint recognition system. I made a mental note of the process that I would have to employ in the future if I were to make my escape (which would probably involve sawing off a prison officer’s finger and using it to fool the fingerprint recognition process.)

I’m only kidding. It’s surprisingly difficult in prison to obtain a saw that would be suitable. I would probably have to resort biting the finger off with my teeth. (You can see that I have thought this through.)

Strangely enough, I had been approached a few days previously by two members of SO-15 (the counter-terrorism police.) It had been the same routine (“Oi, Burton, you’ve got visitors.”) and I had been led through to the visiting area, having been prepped with the same fluorescent purple and yellow that passes for haute couture in the prison system, and the same fingerprint recognition process. (I was still using my own finger. I hadn’t as yet found a prison officer prepared to donate a finger in exchange for a packet of cornflakes and a month’s supply of toothpaste, which was all I had in the way of bargaining chips.)

At that time the two SO-15 police officers introduced themselves to me with a cheery “Don’t worry, we’re just here to conduct a random survey on how you are being treated at HMP Thameside.”

The hackles on my neck rose. No police officer conducts a “random survey.” Random surveys are the prerogative of organisations such as the statistical gatherers of information such as Pew and Mass Observation. The police only target people of specific interest.

“So how are you getting on?” said SO-15 counter-terrorism officer No. 1.

“I can’t complain,” I said, “but I can’t help but wonder how you selected me for your visit to one of Her Majesty’s Prisons. I’m sure you have better things to do.”

The officers looked at each other. “Actually we wanted to ask you about what you were planning to do once you had been released.” said SO-15 counter-terrorism officer No. 2. “You know, whether you had seen the error of your ways and were remorseful, or perhaps had decided to repent.”

Remorse and repentance might have been high up on their agenda, but it was not even on my radar. “You must be joking,” I said, ” I am going to be making speeches, writing articles and transmitting my thoughts concerning Islam and its deleterious effects around the globe on radio, TV, social media and You-Tube channels until the Grim Reaper knocks on my door and invites me to participate in some scythe-sharpening exercises.”

This was obviously not what they had wanted to hear. “But why would you persist in publicly expressing anti-Islamic views after having been locked up?” said SO-15 counter-terrorism officer No. 1, “and please call me Ray.” He gestured to his colleague.”This is Dave, by the way.”

Ray and Dave were in for a surprise.

For the next forty-five minutes I proceeded to explain (quoting chapter and verse from the Qu’ran) to Ray and Dave as to why the entire counter-terrorism narrative was flawed, and why they would never achieve any success while they clung to the view that Islam was at its core a “peaceful religion.” (instead of the reality of it being a genocidal totalitarian ideology with ambitions of global supremacy at the expense of all non-believers.)

I also explained (again quoting chapter and verse from the Qu’ran) that their media-inspired world-view where so-called “Islamist terrorists” were essentially twisting and misinterpreting the so-called “peaceful religion” to justify their violent attacks on non-believers – was likewise essentially flawed.

I told them in no uncertain terms that I felt that it was my duty to make every single non-believer aware of the dangers of allowing the ideology of Islam to occupy the public space in any capacity whatsoever – even if that awareness meant that some politically incorrect decisions would have to be taken by those in power to maintain and reinforce national security.

I spoke of the need to halt Moslem immigration and the building of new mosques, the need to monitor existing mosques, and the need to remove Moslems from positions of power in local and national government, the police, military, judiciary and educational infrastructure, primarily because of the divinely-commanded duty of every Moslem to promote Islam at the expense of the non-believer at every opportunity.

At the end of the forty-five minute interview there was a stunned silence from the SO-15 counter-terrorism officers. “You seem to know an awful lot more about Islam than all the other people – including Moslems – that we have talked to in recent months,” said Dave, “maybe we could talk to you again once you are on the outside in a couple of weeks?”

“Sure,” I said, “no problem.” But they never followed it up. They did telephone me a few weeks later to claim that they had been called away on a more pressing engagement  – would I mind very much if they postponed or cancelled their visit?

I could sympathise with the myriad priorities that the officers of SO-15 would have to deal with. Perhaps Anjem Choudary, locked away up the road in Belmarsh, urgently needed somebody to clip his toenails.

Or – perhaps – his wife, on the outside, urgently needed assistance with the collection of some heavy shopping from Harrods (the exclusive department store) on account of her having mislaid her burqa and being unable to leave the house.

Anyway, I digress.

On the day of the visit from my three friends, having been kitted out in the aforementioned purple and yellow vest, and having been signed in to the secure fingerprint recognition system, I was allocated a table number and was led to the seating area where my three visitors were waiting.

It seemed to me as if I had never met three more beautiful human beings in my entire life. When you have been incarcerated behind bars for almost six weeks then you really appreciate the company of people who share your worldview, and Karen, Chris and Margita were together and separately the epitome of human kindness.

And I’m not just saying that because they bought coffee for me – proper vending machine coffee too (supposedly meant for visitors only) and not the ersatz coffee supplied as standard for consumption by prisoners.

When I say this, I don’t wish to cause unnecessary offence to the no doubt highly respected purveyors of coffee granules to the prison population of the UK. And I suppose at the end of the day I should have been grateful – I could have been restricted to a bread and water diet with the odd tin of tuna thrown in. But if they could have chosen something that tasted a bit more like coffee and a bit less like second-hand grit from the bottom of a budgie cage, then I’m sure it would have been met with much appreciation.

I sipped at my vending-machine coffee. Nectar from the Gods would not have tasted any better. We talked about all the things leading up to my trial, the trial itself and my subsequent imprisonment. I tried to make light of it but I started to get quite emotional, which is something that doesn’t often happen to me.

I don’t remember everything that I said, but in the heat of the moment I do remember kissing each of my visitors on the cheek several times more than I should have under the circumstances.

This produced a variety of interesting responses.

Karen was a beautiful young lady with blue / grey eyes that looked straight into your soul. She had a flawless facial complexion that could have come straight from a Chanel cosmetic advertisement, and as she was being subjected to my unwarranted attentions, she blushed fetchingly. I loved it.

Chris was a retired insurance underwriter and a professional musician. He was a quiet and thoughtful man, as straight as a die and around the same age as myself, which probably explained why he spluttered profusely at my thoroughly inappropriate exhibition of tactile enthusiasm.

Margita (who was married to Chris) seemed to take it all in her stride. As a college teacher (and as another strikingly beautiful woman with a soft and sexy Eastern European accent) she was no doubt used to having to fend off the attentions of randy old reprobates like me.

I’m sure that under different circumstances, all three of them would have reported me for sexual harassment. I only had a week to go before my release date, but I remember that I was ecstatic that these three wonderful people had taken time out of their busy day to visit me.

You know who you are, and I will love you for always.

The visit ended, and I was escorted out of the visiting area, across the courtyard back to the Category C block, and from there to my cell. The door clicked shut behind me with an air of finality, and I was alone once again with my thoughts.

Tim Burton

End of Chapter 11

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Pigeon on the Wing – Chapter 10 – A Mohammedan in the Nick

 A Mohammedan in the Nick

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Tim Burton

Pigeon on the Wing – Chapter 10 – A Mohammedan in the Nick

Thursday 25 May 2017 – I was settling in to my new life on the wing of Category C block in HMP Thameside. It was Thursday morning, and I had assumed my accustomed position in the communal area, hunched over a chess-board whilst drinking a lukewarm mug of tea – courtesy of the hot tap in my cell (in the absence of a dedicated desktop plug-in water heating device.)

The absence of such a device, (a.k.a. an electric kettle) while not exactly leaving me disgruntled, was leaving me far from being completely gruntled, and I had been debating with myself for a couple of days about whether or not to lodge a complaint with my Trip Advisor representative.

No doubt he would have told me that kettles occupied a similar position on the HMP Thameside scale of desirable accoutrements as co-axial TV leads, Tasmanian alligator feathers and the excrement of rocking-horses. I surmised that it was just one of those things I would have to put up with.

In the meantime I was simultaneously contemplating my next move against an opponent with all the charisma and chess-board skills of a village idiot on his day off. He had left his king exposed in a fool’s-mate position, a basic error that was about to cost him dearly.

All of a sudden, a Mohammedan hove into view from the other end of the communal area. I noticed that he seemed to be heading in my direction.

This particular Mohammedan looked as though he was trying extremely hard to win the “HMP Thameside Devout Mohammedan of the Year” award, and I felt that his appearance warranted further examination.

He was in the possession of a large bushy black beard reaching halfway down his chest, which made him look like a Pakistani version of Father Christmas, but without the red suit and the accompanying jovial ho-ho-ho disposition.

He was wearing a multi-coloured prayer cap which looked as though it had been made in a kaleidoscope factory by an over-zealous operative who had just been told that silver glitter was all the rage this year, and who had been instructed to spare no expense in the manufacturing process.

The final touch was a long khaki-coloured djellaba reaching down to his ankles – an ensemble which contrasted fetchingly with his olive-green fur-lined parka jacket and matching olive-green socks and fur-lined slippers.

Most tellingly, he also had the notorious terrorist instruction manual – in the form of a green and gold hard-backed Koran – tucked under his arm.

Yes, I thought, that was definitely a one hundred per cent stove-enamelled, copper-bottomed, dyed-in-the-wool Mohammedan without the shadow of a doubt.

He bore down on me with all the unnerving accuracy of an incoming Exocet missile zooming in on an unsuspecting squirrel. I braced myself for the worst. Just because someone sports a natty matching parka, socks and slippers combination, it doesn’t mean that they aren’t out to get you, and in prison it is a good idea to be on the alert and to prepare accordingly.

Never let it be said that life in prison makes you paranoid about such things.

“Hey Grand-Dad,” he said – which I had found was the standard greeting for anyone over the age of 60 in the prison – “My name is Rohani. Can you help me with my English language homework? I hear you’re good at this. We need to complete all the tasks before my personal liaison officer visits next week, insh’allah.”

Word of my proficiency in the assessment process while I had been in the Category B section of the prison was something that had obviously spread quickly. However, something about his opening statement intrigued me.

“Personal liaison officer?” I thought. How come I didn’t have a “personal liaison officer”? I was rapidly coming to the conclusion that there was one rule for some people and another rule for others in the prison system. It was almost as if there was a privileged group of inmates whose demands and needs took priority over the rest of the prison population.

Surely not, I hear you say. What group would that be, I wonder?

Now it would seem that “personal liaison officers” could be added to this ever-growing list. No wonder conversions to Islam in prison were on the rise. If it had not been for the beguiling attractions of the young ladies of the South East London Gospel Choir (who were currently playing a starring role in the overnight maintenance of my nocturnal fantasies) then I could easily see how a conversion to the satanic world of Islam might be worth a try.

Only kidding. I am not so easily persuaded. It would take far more than the prospect of my own Personal Liaison Officer for me to convert to a genocidal totalitarian ideology with global ambitions of supremacy.

Even the prospect of seventy-two virgins in Paradise wouldn’t be enough. I am sure that most Mohammedans don’t realise that seventy-two virgins imply the additional prospect of seventy-two potential mothers-in-law, ready to nag you for all eternity if you don’t keep the house tidy, make sure that the lawn is mowed regularly and the hedges are kept neatly trimmed.

     Islamic Paradise

However, the delights of Islam obviously do appeal to many prison inmates. For example, it is not unknown for self-declared Mohammedans to enjoy a raft of extra privileges in British prisons, such as halal meals, extra time out of one’s cell for communal prayer on a Friday, and even (in some of the more progressive prisons) toilets orientated to face away from Mecca on the grounds that if Mohammedans knowingly defecate while facing Mecca then it would be the first step on a slippery slope to eternal damnation.

The metaphor “slippery slope” is probably not the most tactful one to use in such a context, but I am sure that you know what I mean.

While such privileges are no doubt meant to assuage religious sensitivities, it only encourages the Mohammedan community to consider themselves as superior to the rest of us mere mortals. Unfortunately this ridiculous notion is reinforced by the teachings in Islamic texts – such as Koran 3:110 – where Mohammedans are informed that they are “the best of people.”

That would be laughable if it weren’t so tragic. Since when did the ideology of Islam produce people superior to any others on this planet, when even a casual glance at the statistics available reveals that in every country where the ideology of Mohammed holds sway, the inhabitants of that country are right at the bottom of virtually every measurable yardstick of success?

If the teachings of Koran 3:110 were not bad enough, another verse – Koran 98:6 –  informs Mohammedans that non-believers are “the worst of creatures.” Apologists for Islam frequently argue that this doesn’t apply to each and every non-believer, only to those who reject Islam, “even though they know it to be the one true religion” – which of course is nothing more than sophistry.

Sophistry, the use of clever but false arguments, with the specific intention of deceiving the unwary, are meat and drink to Mohammedans when it comes to defending Islam in front of non-believers. I know this from my own personal experiences leading up to the Birmingham Taqiyya Trial in April 2014. (See Chapter 6.)

All things considered, I was grateful that I had made the decision to keep the real reason for my detention to myself. A conviction for Religiously Aggravated Harassment might be somewhat complicated to explain to a devout Mohammedan, and I didn’t want to generate any unnecessary ill-feeling whilst confined inside the enclosed space of HMP Thameside.

I glanced down at the chess-board. The fool’s mate gambit would have to wait. I murmured my apologies to my opponent, and moved over to another table to sit opposite Rohani.

“So, you’re the Pigeon, eh?” said Rohani. “I have heard about you from my friends. You blow pigeons apart with a .44 Magnum, eh? Or was it a .50 Barrett? Like Dirty Harry, insh’allah. Maybe I should call you Dirty Harry.”

I wasn’t about to enlighten him concerning the limitations of my armoury. This was because my trusty .22 air rifle was nowhere near approaching the capabilities of a .44 Magnum or indeed a .50 Barrett (with its 2800 FPS muzzle velocity and effective range of over 2000 yards, it is obviously the ideal weapon for discouraging our feathered friends from nesting under the roof panels, and I had resolved to save up for one after I had been released.) “Oh yes,” I said nonchalantly, “no pigeon is safe from me and my .44 Magnum. Do you feel lucky, punk?”

I pointed my fingers at him and with my best Clint Eastwood impression, mimed the action of a hammer being pulled back on a .44 Magnum. It was obviously a good impression as far as impressions go.

Rohani regarded me impassively for a moment and then smiled broadly.

“Ha-ha! You and your famous British sense of humour! You and me are now good friends, yes? Now you can help me with this homework. I have to atone for my sins, insh’allah.”

Rohani’s homework was indeed an act of atonement. It comprised a series of questions relating to his offences of car-jacking a few months earlier. It was obviously designed to appeal to the conscience of a wrong-doer.

There was of course – implicit in this process – the premise within the prison homework questionnaire that the conscience of a Mohammedan was identical to the conscience of a non-believer. This is not necessarily true and is a frankly dangerous supposition which is, in my humble opinion,  at the root of many if not all the differences, fallacies and misapprehensions between  Mohammedans and non-believers. They simply do not think the same way as we do, which is – without a doubt – due to the teachings of the Koran and the Islamic Prophet Mohammed.

This was not something I was about to point out to Rohani at this time. In my experience, Mohammedans for the most part do not take kindly to points of view that may disagree with the Koran or indeed disagree with the views or the behaviour of the Islamic Prophet Mohammed, no matter how heinous such views and behaviour may be to those of us brought up with the honest and decent traditions of our Judaeo-Christian heritage.

I looked over Rohani’s homework and started to read out some questions.

Question 1 – “Describe how your victims must have felt when you attacked them in the street and stole their vehicle.”

Rohani: “Yeah, I suppose they might have been a bit upset. But then that’s infidels for you. Serves them right for having a posh motor though, innit. ”

Me: “No, Rohani, Moslem or not, they were more than likely extremely traumatised. It isn’t nice having your prized possessions taken away from you by a knife-wielding psychopath.”

Rohani: “Oh. Yes. Right. I suppose.”

Question 2 – “Describe how your family must have felt when you were arrested for your crimes.”

Rohani: “Yeah, well, they probably thought I was a chip off the old block. My dad was a senior commander in the Taliban, you know. He could shoot the eye out of a chicken at fifty paces. My mum was always telling him off about that. She needed those chickens for the eggs to sell at the market.”

Me: “No, Rohani, as Moslems living in the West, they would have been extremely ashamed that you had failed to live up to the high standards expected of a well-integrated law-abiding citizen in a civilised democracy.”

Rohani: “Oh. Yes. Right. I suppose.”

Question 3 – “Describe what you would do if you were faced with the same situation in the future.”

Rohani: “Yeah, well I would try harder not to get caught, wouldn’t I?”

Me: “No, Rohani, you would have seen the error of your ways and resolved to be a good citizen in the future by not stealing from other innocent law-abiding citizens, Moslems or not, and by making amends to your victims.”

Rohani: “Oh. Yes. Right. I suppose – I suppose we had better be writing this down. My personal liaison officer will want to see this. Please write it down for me. You want a Kit-Kat?” He held out a chocolate bar in front of me. He obviously felt that I was easily bribed.

I sighed inwardly. This was going to be hard work. I could see that he was expecting me to be his personal scribe. To be fair, Rohani’s handwriting and grasp of written English left something to be desired. Not to mention his moral compass.

“What did you do with these vehicles that you car-jacked?” I asked. “You obviously wouldn’t be able to keep them for any length of time.”

“You’d be surprised,” said Rohani. “My first cousin makes a good living churning out forged documents and cloned number plates – and my uncle has a chop shop in Bradford where you can get pretty much any car part that you might want.”

“Not only that,” he said, warming to his theme, “top-end Range Rovers and Jaguars fetch a fortune in the Middle East, where they are not so fussy about the paperwork. They are ever so easy to steal and disguise. I just change the plates and drive them to a container ship in Hull, where – ”

“Don’t tell me,” I said, “you have a relative who is a container ship captain. And another one who is a Customs Officer, perhaps?”

Rohani smiled at me, a big gap-toothed smile full of innocence. “I suppose some people might say that I shouldn’t have got involved, but it’s all part of the family business. In Islam, family is everything.”

He continued, “And it was great fun! So much fun! The expressions on the infidels’ faces when I held a knife to their throats and threatened to behead them!  And of course I only ever stole cars from infidels, which is the most important thing, insh’allah.”

He uttered the last words with some trepidation, and glanced behind him, as if half-expecting to see the archangel Gabriel himself standing there, a frown etched into his brow and his wings gently rustling in disapproval as he thumbed through a sheaf of paperwork relating to a dodgy Range Rover.

Or worse still, a Range Rover that had mistakenly been taken from an innocent Mohammedan – which would have been in dire contradiction, naturally, of the numerous edicts concerning Range Rovers and other top-end vehicles that had been handed down by Allah over the centuries and subsequently incorporated into the Koran.

I was reminded of yet another verse that never made it into the Koran, having allegedly been written down on a palm leaf and eaten by a goat in the seventh century:- “O ye who believe! Never steal a camel from another Moslem, because he is your brother. But verily, the camel of the infidel is yours to do with what you will. And one day that camel will have air conditioning, adjustable suspension and reclining seats, and you will be at ease while the infidel gnashes his teeth and walks upon the desert sands.”

Oh well, that’s OK then, I thought. That’s the most important thing. No Moslems had been harmed during the execution of these crimes. I could definitely see Rohani being a productive member of society when he was finally released. All things considered, I felt it was my civic duty to help him.

Not only that, but I felt that it was right to show some compassion. I could see that Rohani had been to Hull and back.

In any case, you never know when you might end up needing a particularly hard-to-come-by distributor cap for a Ferrari. Or more likely, a set of tasty alloy wheels and tyres and some furry dice to hang from the rear-view mirror of a souped-up Ford Fiesta. Last but not least, helping Rohani with answering the questions in his English Language homework wasn’t entirely without its compensations.

A day or so later, there was a knock on my cell door. It was association time and the cell doors had been unlocked a few moments previously. A familiar face appeared.

“You want a kettle?” said Rohani, looking around my cell and expertly assessing my electrical appliances – or lack thereof. “I can get you a kettle.”

Tim Burton

End of Chapter 10

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Pigeon on the Wing – Chapter 9 – A New Wing for the Pigeon

   A New Wing for the Pigeon

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Pigeon on the Wing – Chapter 9 – A New Wing for the Pigeon

Monday 22 May 2017 – A couple of days after my assessment in English Language, Mathematics and Computer Skills, I was approached by a prison officer as I was preparing for another exciting, fun-filled day on the wing. I have heard it said that being in prison is like being in a combat zone with the army – long periods of boredom punctuated by short bursts of terror.

It’s not a perfect analogy of course – for example, I hadn’t as yet been issued with my own sniper rifle, nor indeed had I yet been enrolled on a high explosives handling course, but I dare say that the Howard League for Penal Reform would be addressing these very issues as I write.

Maintaining prisoners’ morale is a high priority for the HLPR, and I am sure that a series of courses based on the correct handling of small arms, heavy machine guns and high explosives would have an overall positive effect on the mental well-being of most prisoners.

To be fair, the officers at HMP Thameside appeared to be working diligently to reduce the possibilities of boredom setting in, at least during “times of association” when prisoners were allowed out of their cells. My cell-mate John was in the prison gym and pumping iron, and I was halfway through a game of chess with another inmate in the communal area.

The prison officer said to me, “Get your stuff together. You’re moving.”

I thought for a moment. “Is this a good thing or a bad thing?” I asked. I had got used to the prison routine and there didn’t seem to be any immediate threats to my well-being, but perhaps someone had complained that I was winning too many games of chess.

Was I likely to be thrown into solitary confinement with only bread to eat and water to drink until the end of my sentence? Or had someone at the RSPB – the Royal Society for the Protection of Birds – been pulling strings to have me transferred to a “Cat A” prison with the other pigeon murderers?

The nearest Category A prison was HMP Belmarsh, just up the road from where I was in HMP Thameside. It wasn’t all bad news, if that were to be the case. Maybe I could get the “Mad Mullah”- Anjem Choudary – to sign my autograph book. He was currently cooling his heels in Belmarsh, serving a five-and-a-half year sentence for glorifying terrorism. A signature from him in my autograph book would definitely earn me some brownie points at the next meeting of the Sutton Coldfield Wheel-Tappers and Shunters Club.

“We’re moving you to Cat C,” said the officer, “be ready in five minutes.” On hearing this, I was somewhat relieved. Category C was one step down in terms of serious crime and psychopathic behaviour from Category B, and while it was not exactly a five-star upgrade to my current circumstances, the chances were that it wouldn’t be any worse.

“Do you know why I’m being moved?” I asked.

“No idea. Orders.”

I was later to find out that Paul Weston, the chairman of Liberty GB, the organisation of which I had been Radio Officer, had written in no uncertain terms to the Governor of HMP Thameside, reminding him of his duty of care towards vulnerable prisoners such as myself.

By vulnerable, I don’t mean physically or mentally weak – many years of studying the Japanese martial art of Aikido had toughened me up to the point where I could probably handle any sort of one-on-one confrontation – but the risk of large numbers of Mohammedans ganging up on me if the true nature of my conviction were discovered had obviously given the Governor pause for thought.

It would not look good for public relations if I were to be harassed – not to mention brutally slaughtered, systematically dismembered and turned into kebab meat for the benefit of the local Mohammedan prison population.

Picture the scene. A gaggle of Mohammedan prisoners are sitting around a makeshift barbecue pit in the exercise area during a summer evening. Flies buzz around, quietly murmuring as the sun sinks below the horizon. A row of kebabs is being gently grilled, hissing and sputtering over the flames.

A guttural voice is heard, swelling amongst the sound of the insects as Arabic music plays in the background. “I must say, Abdul, the kebab meat is especially tender this evening. It has the texture of soft yet succulent lamb, or perhaps camel. Sometimes it’s hard to tell the difference.”

“Oh yes, my friend, it is indeed especially tender this evening. Praise be to Allah, for he works in mysterious ways. Oh, look, there’s an eyeball. It seems to be regarding us with a somewhat reproachful expression.”

I scooped my belongings together into a large prison-issue polythene bag and was escorted out of the Category B prison block by two prison officers through an interminable series of imposing metal doors which were mysteriously unlocked as I approached and then locked again behind me.

Prison officers must spend years choreographing this seamless operation, although I never tested it to the point where they might be persuaded to unlock the main door leading to the outside of the prison. I thought that there would be little point pushing my luck at this stage in the process.

However, I made a mental note to recommend the officers as candidates for the forthcoming series of Strictly Come Door-Unlocking, an innovative TV entertainment series that I had invented during idle hours of reverie, and which I intended to host once I was released. In my mind’s eye, it would have all the attributes of a hit TV show, a cross between Strictly Come Dancing and Prison Break, but with more sequins and less of the brutal on-screen slaughter. I think that the officers of HMP Thameside would win it hands down.

I was led across the prison grounds, past the football field and the prison garden to another prison block, virtually identical in appearance to the one I had just left. I half expected to see a welcoming party with balloons, party poppers and signs on sticks saying “You made it! Welcome to Category C!” but I was sadly disappointed. They might have at least baked me a cake.

The prison officers who had escorted me to the new block handed me over to another two prison officers. I hadn’t been handcuffed or shackled, but obviously they weren’t going to take any chances with a hardened pigeon murderer like myself. A large sheaf of paperwork changed hands. One of the new officers scrutinised the paperwork carefully.

“Let’s see. Oh, yes, Burton. You’ll be in a cell on your own.” I still wasn’t sure whether this was a good thing or a bad thing. Did this mean solitary confinement? Apparently not. “Doors locked at 6:00 p.m. Open again at 7:45 a.m. for medication. Other than that you can use the communal area apart from lock-up and roll-call between 12:00 and 14:00. You’re not going to cause us any trouble, are you?”

Trouble? Moi? “I sincerely promise to be on my best behaviour, officer.” The officer regarded me with a certain degree of wariness. “Is that right? Follow me, then.”

I was led to a cell on D-wing in the Category C block and the door was locked behind me. I surveyed my new surroundings for a moment or two. Not so very different from the Category B cell I had just vacated, I thought. On the desk in the corner was a battered-looking computer terminal, comprising of a screen, keyboard and mouse, which I had by now established was for use as an ordering system for meals and for general prison enquiries such as arranging library visits and medical requests.

The terminal also doubled as a TV, and it was perched precariously on the desk in the corner of the cell, next to four or five dog-eared hard-back books from the prison library. There was a single bunk (with the obligatory thin blue mattress and a pile of soiled bedding, presumably left behind by the previous inmate) and an open cupboard with shelves for personal belongings.

For ablutions, there was an en-suite shower area, toilet and hand basin. There was only one chair, which prompted me to note that it was going to make it difficult if I wanted to host any dinner parties in my cell. For that matter, there was a distinct lack of candelabra, napkins and wine glasses.

But most importantly, there was no kettle in the cell. This was going to be a problem. If I wanted to offer any of my guests tea or coffee I would have to make do with lukewarm water from the hot tap. Still, worse things happen at sea, I thought, and I started to unpack my belongings.

I reached into my polythene prison bag and extracted my precious co-axial cable. I plugged it in to the TV system and it immediately burst into life. It had apparently been pre-tuned for the mainstream TV channels! No more having to negotiate for the acquisition of a TV remote control with a chronically sex-starved TV maintenance man! Things were looking up.

I switched to the DVD box-set channel. There was Series 1-4 of “Line of Duty” (a gritty and realistic police detective drama series.) Hey, not bad at all! Better than Prison Break by a long chalk. I could get used to this! And indeed, for the duration of my sentence, whenever I had nothing else to occupy me, I would watch the entire box set many times over, to the point where I could recite verbatim what words the characters were going to say before they actually said them.

I don’t want you to think that this was all I had to do with my time. Over the next few weeks, I spent as much time as was allowed in the prison library and I tried to play as many games of chess as I could each day. In addition, I tried to set aside at least two hours a day for meditation – my Aikido training had acclimatised me to an hour every morning and every evening, and the hours of enforced solitude in my cell contributed immensely to the transition to a meditative state at those times.

Aikido meditation is a technique that is for everyone, not just for martial art enthusiasts. It is definitely worth cultivating as it brings long-term benefits to the average human frame. It simply involves positioning your body into a comfortable (and preferably kneeling or seated) relaxed stance, and then focusing on taking a series of deep, regular breaths until your mind drifts away from your immediate surroundings.

Once you have your breath under control – maybe four breath cycles in and out every minute, one every fifteen seconds or so, after about five or ten minutes your mind enters a different phase – and you start to leave behind material concerns and to be more open to contemplating a veritable wealth of abstract concepts, such as life, death and the meaning of the universe.

An hour or so of Aikido meditation really does bring with it a more positive outlook on life, no matter what your immediate circumstances may be, and I found it to be of immense help to me over the subsequent days and weeks, which at this moment appeared to be stretching interminably ahead.

I know this sounds weird, but it’s true. Don’t take my word for it. Try it and see. I highly recommend it. But if it doesn’t work for you then please don’t sue me, or send round a bunch of heavies to teach me the error of my ways.

As my Aikido teacher used to say – You may not be, at least at the moment, completely in tune with your spiritual side. My advice to you is to persevere.

There is a Buddhist saying – “When the student is ready, then the teacher will appear.”

(I remember pulling this very statement out of a Christmas cracker and reading it out in front of the family over a turkey dinner, when admittedly there was a high degree of inebriation and a certain lack of philosophical awareness around the table. The response was along the lines of – “That can’t be right! The teacher should be in the classroom waiting for the students to arrive!”)

Sometimes you can lead a horse to water, but you can’t make them drink.

The communal area was very similar to the Category B environment I had left behind, although over time I did notice that the Category C prisoners seemed more relaxed than those in Category B. There was very little aggressive confrontation between prisoners and guards, or between the prisoners themselves as far as I could see.

However, I reminded myself to be aware of the possible dangers from the Mohammedan population of around ten to fifteen per cent (as far as I could ascertain) in the Category C environment of HMP Thameside. It only needed one leak of the real reason behind my criminal conviction to the general prison population and I could be in real trouble.

I finished unpacking, left my cell and sat down at one of the communal tables with a chess-board in front of me. I had found that simply doing this was enough to pique the interest of at least a few of the chess aficionados on the wing. Sure enough, scenting new blood, a steady trickle of prisoners introduced themselves and challenged me to a series of chess games.

My chess-playing skills were still at a comparatively high level and over the next few days I managed to chalk up a respectable number of victories. Not too respectable though, it never does for the “new boy” to appear too clever, something I had learned early on in my life while growing up and attending a typically middle-class English grammar school.

I remember one such “new boy”, Watkins Minor, who had been transferred to our school during the course of Year Six. He was a rotund, bespectacled boy with a mop of blond hair, and he appeared determined to demonstrate his superiority to the rest of us by coming top in all the school activities he participated in.

No doubt he felt that by demonstrating such superiority, reminiscent of Percy Bysshe Shelley’s Ozymandias – “Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!” it would stand him in good stead during his remaining school years and earn him our undying admiration.

However, in the manner of most healthy pre-teenage boys with a sense of social justice in what was a typically middle-class English grammar school of the 1960s, we systematically disabused him of that notion with the standard school punishment of tarring and feathering, and then tying him up and locking him with a bicycle chain to the apple tree in the garden outside the school staff room.

Admittedly he was somewhat subdued for a few days after that, but I still maintain to this day that we probably did him a favour by teaching him such a valuable lesson so early in life.

All in all, “Category C” life in HMP Thameside had much to recommend it. I wouldn’t say that I would be sorry to leave at the end of my sentence, but I resolved to upgrade the facilities to at least a three-star rating on the travel site Trip Advisor.

Trip Advisor representative: “So, Mr Burton, how do you rate the facilities of Category C at HMP Thameside?”

Me: “To be honest, I did notice some dust on the top of my wardrobe. It was only faintly detectable on the outside of my white glove, but it was definitely there. And the sheets on the bed should have been changed prior to my arrival. Other than that I would give it three stars.”

Damn. I forgot to mention the lack of a kettle. But it was too late. The Trip Advisor representative (figuratively speaking) had left the cell, the door had been locked behind him, and there was the gradually diminishing sound of footsteps in the corridor outside, faintly reverberating until all that I could hear was the sound of silence.

Tim Burton

End of Chapter 9

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Pigeon on the Wing – Chapter 8 – Assessment Time

     Assessment time

Foreword: All chapters of Pigeon on the Wing published on this website are in draft form only. The final version may include grammatical, syntax and content changes, as well as sidebars and illustrations to maintain a level of interest and to stop readers’ eyes from glazing over. All comments and / or criticisms of content or writing style would be most welcome. Masterpieces like this don’t just write themselves, you know.

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Tim Burton

Pigeon on the Wing – Chapter 8 – Assessment Time

Friday 12th May 2017 – It was now fourteen days since I had been taken from the Inner London Crown Court and transported to HMP Thameside – aka the “Thameside Hilton.” During that time I had been introduced to the rules and regulations of Her Majesty’s Prisons, and I had got to know a considerable number of inmates on my prison wing. The fact that I was interested in chess certainly helped when it came to making friends – men don’t just get together and talk about each others’ feelings in the same way women do – an external mechanism for bonding is essential, and playing chess on a regular basis allows for bonding to take place without all the touchy-feely stuff that most men would run a mile from.

No doubt I will be inundated with letters of criticism from hundreds of men out there who are more in touch with their feminine side than I am – but please feel free to continue to write in, as I have been informed that cheap writing paper, when shredded, makes excellent cat litter for Damian (a very particular and discriminating feline of my acquaintance.) I will have more to say about Damian later as his political opinions are apparently even more forthright than mine. An’ that’s sayin’ summat, as they say in Yorkshire.

In my two weeks behind bars, I had become used to the quirks and vagaries of the prison system to the extent that I was now considered to be an “old lag” – able to dispense solemn advice to some of the new inmates who, surprisingly enough, seemed to materialise out of nowhere every day.

I was able to explain the intricacies of the menu system – whereby prisoners could order their food for the week through a computer system based on fingerprint recognition – and I could show them how to select TV programs through their in-cell entertainment centre.

(I should mention that I was determined to make a concerted effort to stay away from dispensing advice on how to obtain illegal and contraband items. One could get into serious trouble for that, and leaving aside my recently acquired criminal conviction, I was keen to cultivate my image among the other prisoners as an exceptionally law-abiding criminal. Well, perhaps not too law-abiding. In the Thameside Hilton, that could land you in just as much trouble. Suffice it to say that my recipes for extracting the methanol from popular brands of boot-polish via six slices of Warburton’s finest were now proving very popular.)

Eat your heart out, Nigella Lawson.

I use the phrase “entertainment-centre” loosely – the premise for the successful operation of the system was that you required a co-axial lead to connect to the back of the TV in your cell and for it to be set up in such a way that it was able to receive signals from the ether and display them on your TV. The first challenge was that the co-axial leads were in very short supply.

(When I say “in short supply” I mean somewhere on the HMP inmates’ spectrum between gold dust, hens’ teeth and the pubic hair of expectant unicorns.)

I was advised that if I were to acquire such a co-axial lead, then I should keep it secreted about my person, otherwise it would most likely disappear and be squirreled away by one of the other inmates at the first opportunity. Apparently – whisper it quietly! – there were some acquisitive, thieving and downright dishonest persons on our wing.

Shock-horror, I hear you say! Surely not! But yes, there were indeed some inmates who would steal anything that wasn’t nailed down, and that included TV co-axial leads from their fellow prisoners. As an aside, I was to find that it also included electric kettles. (More about that later.)

The second challenge was tuning the TV in. This required the services of an inmate who was in the possession of a remote control unit. In my case, I had to bet on the outcome of a chess game with the appropriate inmate in order to acquire a co-axial cable and to get him to tune my TV in to the available channels. This was relatively easy for me because I was quite good at chess.

I don’t know what sacrifices the other inmates might have had to make to acquire a co-axial lead and the use of a remote control unit, but I’m sure some of them ended up in transactions that might not be considered prim and proper (or even hygienic) by one’s maiden aunt. Anyway, I digress.

Having tuned in the TV, then next challenge was to select a channel to watch. In addition to the standard mainstream TV and satellite channels, there were two prison-operated DVD channels in operation 24 hours a day. You could say this was a mixed blessing. I use that phrase because the only DVDs available during my first two weeks were box sets of “Prison Break.”

Talk about adding insult to injury.

Believe it or not, the last thing you want when faced with a substantial period of incarceration is a DVD box set based on the premise that if you don’t break out of prison using the most violent means available to you then you are likely to die a horrible death at the hands of mobsters and psychopaths. Someone in charge of the DVD media administration at HMP Thameside obviously had a warped sense of humour.

During the first two weeks, there were numerous assessments carried out, mostly by nubile young women who seemed to have been selected for their sexual attractiveness in order to remind inmates of what they were missing. Now I may be mistaken on this last point, because when, as a man, you have been thrown against your will into an all-male environment for any length of time, then any female  who is possessed of a pulse and who does not display any outward signs of debilitating illnesses such as leprosy starts to look sexually attractive.

In fact I’m not sure that even leprosy would have put me off after two weeks of enforced celibacy. Although I think I would have to draw the line at the prospect of the object of my desire not having a pulse.

I do have some principles, after all. As the famous comedian Groucho Marx once remarked – “Those are my principles. If you don’t like them – well, I have others.”

I remember my first assessment well. A prison officer poked his head around my cell door one morning and announced that my presence was required outside. Could I possibly make myself respectable and meet my assessor at a table in the communal area outside my cell, if I would be so kind?

As I recall, his actual words were – “Oi, Burton, you’ve got a visitor. Get yer bleedin’ arse out here NOW.” They don’t mince words at HMP Thameside.

I duly obliged and sat down with a buxom brunette who looked as though she was on day release from the Cheltenham Academy for Exceedingly Demure Young Ladies. She had an cultured and refined accent, a face which was the very epitome of health and beauty, and a figure that wouldn’t have looked out of place on a Milan catwalk – or at the very least, sprawled lasciviously in a skimpy bikini across the bonnet of my Ferrari – perhaps after I had loaned it out to Jeremy Clarkson for an episode of Top Gear.

I’m joking, of course. I would never loan out my Ferrari to Jeremy Clarkson. Not after he punched that Irish chef for not cooking his steak correctly. I am most definitely not a fan of culinary-related violence.

“So how are they treating you?” she purred. “Can I ask you a few questions? Are you suffering from any ailments? Allergies? Are you addicted to drink, drugs or any form of narcotics? How is your food? Have you any complaints that are not being addressed?”

She ticked off various boxes on a sheet of paper on her clipboard as I gave her my answers. The question about having allergies, I was to find, formed an indispensable part of any questionnaire in the prison system.

Strangely enough, due to my medical history over the previous three or four years, I had found that it formed an indispensable part of any questionnaire within the National Health Service as well. Here is an example:

Doctor: “Well, Mr. Burton, if you could just stop bleeding for a moment, get your epilepsy and heart attack under control, and stop throwing up while we retrieve your severed limbs from the floor of the ambulance, I need to ask you if you have any allergies. Hay fever is particularly prevalent at this time of year, and we wouldn’t want you to suffer unnecessarily.”

Maybe I’m just being oversensitive.

“Now that you mention it, Doctor, it turns out that I’m allergic to complete strangers continually asking me whether I am allergic to anything. I would advise you to stop it now before I grab you round the throat and throttle the life out of you before feeding your twitching carcass to the pigs.”

I have found that such witticisms were generally lost on the Mohammedan members of the medical profession. I have no idea why that might be. The Mohammedan sense of humour is perhaps not exactly the same as mine – which of course could explain why I had landed up here in the first place.

Anyway, the questions from of the Exceedingly Demure Young Lady from the Cheltenham Academy finally came to an end. I was quite sorry to see her go, really. She left me with the promise that she would be back for a further Educational Assessment within the next few days. Great. I couldn’t wait.

Maybe I could inveigle her into smuggling a cake into the prison with a file in it? Or persuade her to take my place in the cell while I dressed up as a washerwoman and made my escape past the unsuspecting prison staff. Unfortunately the aforementioned prison staff seem to be alert to such ruses these days. Whoever would have thought that reading “The Wind in the Willows” was so essential for custodial effectiveness?

Sure enough, after a few days the Exceedingly Demure Young Lady was back, with another series of questions designed to establish my level of educational attainment. Now, having graduated from Wallington County Grammar School in a leafy Surrey suburb some forty-seven years previously – with a diploma for flicking ink-soaked paper pellets from a wooden ruler with a high degree of accuracy over a range of ten metres – I considered myself to be fairly high up on the educational spectrum, at least compared to some of the less fortunate members of the prison population.

“You’ll still have to go for an English Language, Mathematics and Computer Skills assessment next Saturday,” she said, “and it’s important that you do well. HMP Thameside prides itself on making sure that all inmates leave with the requisite skills to enable them to become productive members of society.”

Personally I would have thought that some courses in advanced computer hacking, crypto-currency fraud and loan-sharking techniques would have been more useful to me at my time of life, but I forbore from saying so just in case the powers-that-be had an opportunity to review my comments and to decide that my release in four or five weeks time would be inappropriate.

It’s a funny thing, but being in an environment with people who might well be eligible for Professorships in Advanced Criminality makes one unconscionably competitive, and I resolved to do as well as I could to achieve a respectable result in the forthcoming educational assessment.

The following Saturday I was directed to a classroom with another 15-20 old lags to undergo an English Language, Mathematics and Computer Skills assessment.  I took my place in front of a computer terminal. I noticed a sign above the screen that read “Anyone caught stealing a mouse will be punished with the loss of all inmate privileges.” Blimey, I thought, that’s a bit much. What was it about computer mice that would attract such a draconian punishment? I could envisage a possible scenario:

“OK Fingers, now remember we are going to steal 100,000 boxes of high-end computer mice from this warehouse. Ignore the substantial quantities of cocaine, heroin, high-powered military armaments and the squillions of forged 500-euro notes that are lying about unguarded. We might end up doing serious time in the nick if we get caught with that lot.”

“You’re joking, aren’t you boss? If they catch us with those computer mice they’ll throw away the key. Just let us keep the Class A drugs, the rocket-propelled grenades and the forged currency – and we can unload them onto Barry the Baptist at the Sutton Coldfield Sunday Market Stall without any risk and no questions asked.”

(Barry the Baptist was a familiar figure in the Sutton Coldfield underworld. Like his namesake in the film “Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels”, his specialist subject was half-drowning recalcitrant debtors by holding their heads underwater until they paid up.)

In the event, my fears were unfounded. The English Language, Mathematics and Computer Skills assessment proved to be a doddle. I suppose being an IT consultant for the previous thirty years might have helped matters, as would having English as my native language and the ability to total up an invoice in my head and calculate the result while subtracting a discount and adding VAT. Maybe I shouldn’t have been so smug about it. There were a lot of people on the wing who didn’t have the first idea about such matters.

“You’ve passed.” the assessment supervisor informed me. “Not only that, but I don’t think we’ve ever seen anyone in here scoring Level 3 (the highest level) in English Language, Mathematics and Computer Skills. You’re obviously destined for great things.”

I detected a certain amount of cynicism in his voice. Hardly surprising, I suppose, given that I was ostensibly in HMP Thameside as a serial pigeon killer. Opportunities for career advancement in that field were limited, to say the least.

“Great things” might just mean making it to the end of my sentence without being brutally murdered by any number of inmates who might secretly be lifelong members of the internationally feared assassination department of the notorious RSPB.

I needn’t have worried. The Royal Society for the Protection of Birds doesn’t take any prisoners.

End of Chapter 8

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Pigeon on the Wing – Chapter 7 – Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance

    Zen (and other stuff)

Foreword: All chapters of Pigeon on the Wing published on this website are in draft form only. The final version may include grammatical, syntax and content changes, as well as sidebars and illustrations to maintain a level of interest and to stop readers’ eyes from glazing over. All comments and / or criticisms of content or writing style would be most welcome. Masterpieces like this don’t just write themselves, you know.

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Tim Burton

Pigeon on the Wing – Chapter 7 – Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance

It’s an odd thing, but the human mind is capable of adapting itself to drastically changing circumstances relatively quickly. Only a few days previously, I had been a free man, able to sample all the exotic delights of Birmingham on a whim, with no worries other than whether I would wake up with a moderate case of “Delhi Belly” after having consumed a dodgy Chicken Tikka Masala from the Balti House down the road on Churchill Parade.

Churchill Parade is an exotically named row of shops on our housing estate. It doesn’t include an insurance company with a nodding bulldog as its logo, but it does include an off licence, a newsagent, a pizza restaurant, chemist and the aforesaid Balti House, which passes for our local “haute cuisine” establishment. (There is also the Falcon Lodge Chippie, famous throughout the area for its doner kebabs and salmonella.)

As it was, I was now a convicted criminal, subject to Her Majesty’s Prisons’ rules and regulations, and severely constrained in what I could do over the next forty-two days in terms of just about everything, not just sampling the delights of the local takeaway, although that is still fairly high up my list of “Great Places To Visit in Sutton Coldfield.”

However, they do say that “stone walls do not a prison make, nor iron bars a cage” and I was determined to make the most of my predicament and not to let it get me down too much. There are those who say that this is easier said than done, but there are techniques that one can employ to mitigate the circumstances in which one may find themselves embroiled from time to time.

The first thing to do is to accept the things over which you have no control. In my case, I had been sentenced to twelve weeks in prison, which meant that I would hopefully be released in six weeks with good behaviour. So, for the next forty-two days I would do my very best to stay out of trouble and to navigate my way through the unknown waters that lay ahead of me.

The second thing to do is to treat your situation as a positive learning experience, and this is what I endeavored to do over the next forty-two days. I won’t lie to you – there were times when I felt down, and it would be very easy to be crushed by the experience. The loss of control over one’s life and liberty can be very hard to deal with, and I could see that many of the other inmates exhibited signs of extreme stress during the time that I was there.

The presence of illegal drugs such as “spice” was an ever present problem throughout the prison, and although there were numerous posters on the prison notice boards warning against the use of this pernicious drug, there were many prisoners who had fallen under its spell. It was easy to get hold of – consignments of the drug were regularly thrown over prison walls or brought in by corrupt officers, and in some case by remotely-controlled drones flown directly to the cell windows of well-connected prisoners.

You could always tell a prisoner who was under the influence of “spice” – just think of the zombies in the TV series “The Walking Dead” and you have a very good idea of the effect that this drug has on the average prisoner. A blank-eyed stare, shambling gait, and an inability to engage with the world are just three of the symptoms apparent.

In addition, the drug poses a challenge to all those who would help prisoners under the influence. It has been described as worse than heroin in that it not only can it render the user unconscious and in risk of death extremely quickly, but the toxic atmosphere literally surrounding such a user can be easily inhaled and may affect the person tasked with trying to help to a similarly dangerous degree.

However, assuming that one is able to steer clear of dangerous narcotics and other psychoactive substances, there is actually plenty to focus on in order to develop a positive experience.

As you may recall, I was asked earlier by the prison authorities whether I identified as Catholic, a Hindu, an Atheist, a Jain, a Buddhist or a Baptist or a Jew (to paraphrase Bob Dylan in his song Universal Soldier) and I thought it would be prudent to identify as Christian, seeing as how that was how I had been brought up. Not that I was actually a practicing Christian, in fact I saw myself then (and still see myself now) as an agnostic – one who admits to the possibility of a higher power but not necessarily within the confines of organised religion.

So on the first Sunday of my incarceration, 30 April 2017, I found myself making my way to the meeting room designated as the place of Christian worship within the prison. All those identifying as Christian were called from their cells by the prison officers, lined up at the exit of the prison block, and marched around the vast open space that doubled as a running track and a football field to a prison block on the other side, where we were patted down, identities checked – and checked again – one by one, in order to experience the solemn and profound word of the Lord.

Well, that was an eye-opener.

I had no sooner made my way into the meeting room than I became aware of a tumultuous hubbub emanating from a crowd of inmates at the front of the room. This was obviously a very popular event, and the reason why soon became apparent.

At the front of the room, on a slightly raised platform, were the members of the South East London Gospel Choir, and boy, were they dressed to impress. Modesty forbids me from describing the short mini-skirts and the tight blouses of the half-dozen or so well-endowed young ladies on the platform, but they seemed to be proving a big hit with those who had taken the trouble to ensure that they were right at the front and able to make the most of the sights and sounds presented to them.

The young ladies of the South East London Gospel Choir proceeded to belt out an enthusiastic range of songs that had the inmates literally dancing on their chairs and in the aisles. I couldn’t fault them – they certainly knew how to appeal to their audience, to the extent that I could see the five or six prison officers who were supervising the event glancing at each other in apprehension. Was something going to kick off?

In the event, things passed off without major incident. One young Afro-Caribbean inmate fell off his chair after some particularly animated dancing and had to be carried to the First Aid room with a dodgy ankle, but other than that, the South East London Gospel Choir exuded a certain magic that I felt was almost entirely beneficial. I could certainly see how they would attract inmates to their cause.

It was around then that an earnest lady of around seventy-five or eighty years of age approached me after the South East London Gospel Choir had completed their last number. “Did you enjoy that?” she asked. I tentatively replied in the affirmative. “Have you ever considered giving yourself to Christ?” she continued. Talk about trading on heightened emotions. “Let’s just say I’m open to all possibilities,” I said, “and I certainly wouldn’t rule anything out at this point.”

This was her cue to unload a ton of religious literature on me, including a copy of the Bible and a tract entitled “How to Counter the Double Curse of Booze.” Well, given that booze was quite hard to come by in prison, unless you included straining melted boot polish through six slices of Warburton’s finest, I would have thought that countering the Double Curse of Booze was not of the highest priority when it came to advising prison inmates.

However, I was not about to upset someone who obviously felt very strongly about all the good works she was doing, so I simply murmured “Thank you” as she departed to foist her attentions on another unsuspecting prisoner.

On the way back I was struck by the magnificence of the Prison Garden – a cultivated area by the side of the football pitch. Someone – I dare say maybe many people over the years – had clearly put a lot of effort into developing a truly inspiring oasis of horticulture in an otherwise barren landscape. There were numerous exotic plants – although as a complete ignoramus in horticultural matters, I would have great difficulty in naming even a few of them – interspersed with vivid green bushes and trailing vines circumventing their way up a series of trellises to simulate a tropical environment. I leaned against the fence surrounding this vision of beauty for several minutes, and almost completely forgot about my oppressive surroundings.

Then there was a shout from one of the prison staff – “Oi! Burton! Get a bloody move on!” and I was transported back to the reality of my situation.

The reality was that for the next forty-two days I would be subject to Her Majesty’s rules and regulations, which on one level was perfectly true, but on another level I was freer to explore the limits of the capabilities of my mind. When one is subject to the mind-numbing routines of everyday life, it is quite difficult to “think outside of the box” and to develop patterns and lines of thought which can lead one to a higher stage of enlightenment.

Having a lot of time to oneself, on the other hand, as in prison, allows one to cultivate a Zen-like environment where every thought can be analysed and expanded upon to reach conclusions that would never (or hardly ever) be attainable during normal everyday life. I was reminded of another book that I had read in my early twenties, entitled “Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance” by Robert M Pirsig.

When I first read this book I was overwhelmed by the complexity of the thoughts, concepts and emotions described therein, but having re-read it in recent years I am struck by the profound truths that it contains. Distilled into a nutshell, the message is that there is more than one reality, and it is not always what you think it is. Only by undergoing hardship and endurance, coupled with humility and introspection, is it possible to perceive the perpetual transition between realities and to realise that many (if not most) things that one has taken for granted during their lifetime are but an illusion.

Another Buddhist saying:-

“When the student is ready, then the teacher will appear.”

This refers to a state of preparedness on behalf of the student. The teacher may not be an actual person, but an event or a combination of circumstances that allows the student to realise a truth of which they have previously been unaware.

I arrived back at my cell in a state of euphoria. “What’s up with you then?” said John. “I have been overwhelmed by the complexity and the beauty of the Universe,” I said, suddenly afflicted with a bout of uncontrollable spluttering and coughing, “nothing whatsoever to do with the extremely  brief mini-skirts and tight blouses of the well-endowed young ladies of the South East London Gospel Choir.”

John cast me a glance of scepticism. “Don’t you start enjoying yourself in here,” he said, ” or the next thing you know you’ll be fighting to get back in when you’re out on the street, and then from there on in, it’s a slippery slope to institutionalisation.”

I laughed. “As if,” I said.

Tim Burton

End of Chapter 7

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Muslim Council of Britain (and Tell Mama UK) whinge to British Army top brass over Tommy Robinson selfie with soldiers

  Counter-Jihad Hero

Friday 12 October 2018 – With nothing better to do than to agitate for yet more appeasement of the Muslim community in the United Kingdom, the Muslim Council of Britain (and Tell Mama UK) have complained to senior British Army officers over the fact that some of their soldiers were photographed with Tommy Robinson at a motorway service station recently.

The self-appointed spokespeople for “the religion of the perpetually offended” apparently went into turbo-whinge-and-whine mode with yet another grievance to add to the ever growing list of What Muslims Are Unhappy About. This – of course  – is only to be expected from this bunch of professional grievance mongers who take every opportunity to promote the cause of the barbaric ideology of Islam over the wishes and considerations of the rest of the British population.

What is unforgivable in this case, though, is the fact that the aforesaid senior British Army officers, instead of telling the self-important panjandrums of the Muslim Council of Britain and Tell Mama UK to take a hike and to stop being so bloody stupid, have instigated disciplinary proceedings against the soldiers and have reportedly dismissed one soldier from the Army as a result.

One of the more senior Ruperts – Major General Rupert Jones, who will shortly take up the appointment of Standing Joint Force Commander, said: “The British Army is absolutely clear that we do not tolerate extremist views and we don’t tolerate extremist behaviour.”

Oh really?

So being patriotic, standing up for your country and supporting British soldiers in the face of unremitting global hostility from the so-called “religion of peace” is now considered extremist behaviour, is it? I am reminded of the words of Rudyard Kipling’s 1890 poem, Tommy:-

For it’s Tommy this, an’ Tommy that, an’ “Chuck him out, the brute!”But it’s “Saviour of ‘is country,” when the guns begin to shoot;

As for “extremist views”, I don’t recall anyone mentioning anything about extremist views when the mealy-mouthed war-mongering traitor Tony Blair was photographed with soldiers of the British Army in Iraq and Afghanistan less than twenty years ago. Arguably the former Labour Prime Minister did more damage to this country with his extremist views than any Prime Minister before or since, and certainly a thousand times worse in terms of endangering national security and reducing the quality of life of British citizens than anything Tommy Robinson might have said or done.

     Warmonger / Traitor

A petition is being organised by The Rebel Media to protest against the unfair treatment and double standards applied to British soldiers for simply choosing to stand and smile for a photograph with Tommy Robinson. The time is coming when we will have every reason to support our lads in the fight against the totalitarian ideology of Islam – an ideology that would convert, enslave or kill every free person not only in this country, but also throughout the world.

Please sign the petition and support our lads in the face of this unwarranted political correctness.

Latest update from Ezra Levant of The Rebel Media – well worth watching if you have an hour to spare – includes a recruitment video from the British Army about 18-20 minutes in, a recruitment video which probably goes a long way to explaining why the British Army is having so much difficulty in recruiting and retaining patriotic soldiers and service personnel.

 

Tim Burton

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Transcript of Tommy Robinson live-streaming from outside Leeds Crown Court in May 2018

    Tommy Robinson

I am indebted to the editor of the website Fahrenheit 211 for the following transcript of Tommy Robinson’s live-streaming exercise outside Leeds Crown Court on Friday 25 May 2018.

Rather than pass extensive commentary here, I will let the transcript speak for itself. Ask yourself whether this justifies the treatment meted out to Tommy in the interim – and why the mainstream media have absolutely no interest in reporting matters of national importance such as the epidemic of Islamic grooming gangs – motivated by Islamic ideology – that has mushroomed in this country.

This of course is the same mainstream media that are only too keen to participate in the demonising of one of the few citizen journalists in this country who is prepared to literally put his neck on the line and raise awareness of the disquieting implications, not to mention the abominable characteristics, of this barbaric seventh-century ideology that has no place in any civilised society.

The original Fahrenheit 211 report may be found here.

Transcript of Tommy Robinson’s live-stream from outside Leeds Crown Court, 25 May 2018

NOTE: I have made it to the best of my ability and in good faith but of course cannot guarantee that every single word is accurate. This transcript was made with some reference to the auto-generated YouTube transcript, together with substantial corrections, since it was very inaccurate.

Comments from people other than Tommy are placed inside brackets [] and where possible, it is indicated who is speaking. Given audio quality it was not always possible to determine what all the passers-by etc were saying.

I’m at Leeds where these man here … come on lads, how are you feeling, how are you feeling about your verdict [Man entering court: WHAT VERDICT?]

Your verdict you got your prison bag with you got your bags with yer, you got your bags with you how you feeling about the verdict

[Man entering court: GO AND FUCK YOUR MAM’S FANNY]

You got no guilt, you got any guilt mate, is there any guilt?

[Man entering court: INAUDIBLE YOU NEED TO CALM DOWN YOU SON OF A BITCH]

So, as you can see there, doesn’t seem like much guilt. Doesn’t seem like anyone’s ashamed. I’m outside Leeds Crown Court where today, ten men are facing verdicts. The verdicts for grooming alleged grooming and rape scandal, involving hundreds of young girls, but eighteen have come forward. Some of these girls are as young as 11. Let me read you the list of charges that these men are facing. There’s six more who are yet still to come here. This is part two of the trial you see, because 29 men, 29 people, two women are involved in this case. Thirty per cent of them are called Mohammed. Three of the men walking in here today are called Mohammed. The defendants today,

Mansoor Akhtar, he’s charged with rape, attempted rape, and two counts of trafficking.
Mohammed Asaf Akram, he’s charged with sevon counts of rape, three counts of trafficking, child abduction, sexual assault, supplying drugs, and making threats to kill.

Wiqas Mahmud, he’s charged with three counts of rape.

Nasarat Hussain, he’s charged with three counts of rape, attempted rape, inciting a female to engage in sexual activity.

Sajid Hussain, he’s charged with three counts of rape, facilitating the commission of sexual activity on a child and inciting a child into sexual activity.

Mohammed Irfraz. He’s charged with trafficking a female within the UK with a view to her sexual exploitation, rape, imprisonment, taking indecent images of children, inciting children to engage in sexual activity.

Faisal Nadeem, he is charged with supplying drugs, rape, possession of extreme pornography.

Mohammed Azeem, another Mohammed, he’s charged with three counts of rape.

Manzoor Hassan, he’s charged with supply

… excuse me sir, excuse me, excuse me, there’s a rape trial going on okay, there’s a rape trial going on [A man passing by has put his arm around TR] [Same man passing by: ‘Why is it your business?’] there’s a rape trial going on … so why am I a tosser for reporting it? [Same man passing by: ‘no, you’re a tosser for being you’.] Go on, explain it, explain it, what do you think of the 29 young children aged 11 [Same man passing by: ‘it’s not your concern you’re just a wanker’] [all the time TR and man seem to be walking away from the court]

It’s not my concern, it’s not my concern, they’re young English girls. This is the problem, you see that, it’s not my concern. Hundreds of young girls have been gang raped in our country, in every town and city across our country, some of the men are alleged to be in court, the alleged perpetrators are in court, people need to know that these court cases are happening. Obviously the problem is, you have people like that, who think that I’m a wanker for reporting on it.

Now, there’s already a reporting restriction in this case, so there’s already been stage one of, first stage one of the trial, think about how big these trials are, think about the victims here, these victims, these, this trial only come to light in 2013 when a victim and her mother went to the police. These crimes have been between 2004 and 2011 and obviously back then the police ignored but I guarantee the parents would have gone to the police in those same time periods, but these men, one of these men is actually working in a chicken shop I believe, currently working in a chicken shop in Huddersfield. Would you want your children going into a chicken shop where men are alleged to have gang-raped and prostituted and trafficked and drugged young victims, would you want them having contact?

Anyway we’ll stay live, we’ll wait for the other alleged offenders. I have to be super careful you see because when I was coming to these court cases, part of what the police did was, they dawn-raided me and they put me on a contempt of court charge which would mean I could face prison or, I’m, because I’m on a suspended sentence, because they don’t want people reporting, they don’t want the public watching these videos, they don’t want you to see, you see the men walking in court there today, that man – who knows, he might get a ‘not guilty’, but that man is alleged to have gang-raped or been involved in rape and prostitution etc etc of young children. He didn’t seem bothered did he, in fact he seemed aggressive, angry.

Can you believe that bloke, can you believe that bloke, he’s walking past, I’m reporting on the fact that dozens of young children aged eleven have been groomed, raped, and prostituted and it’s ‘not any of his business or my business’, it’s ‘not our problem’. That’s him, that’s the problem. Knows nothing about the case, nothing at all, yet it could be his sister, could be his daughter. Until it is his sister or his daughter that’s the only time he’ll wake up, until then it doesn’t matter, as he told you, it doesn’t matter. Scumbag. People like him are the reason this has been allowed to get away with for so long. ‘What’s it got to do with you, what’s it got to do with you?’ What it’s got to do with me, I’m an English man and they’re English girls. They’re young girls, and they’re in our country, they’re being groomed and raped because of that. It’s got everything to do me.

Shall we stay live? [Talking to police officer] Officer, are they these stairs … so if you’re not allowed to go on those stairs am I, whilst recording?’ [Police officer: ‘(inaudible) as long as you’re respectful’] This isn’t the property of the court though is it? No is this OK, so I’ll stay off them, cool.

So, as I said, the first part one of this trial has already concluded because it’s impossible to have a trial with 29, 29 defendants at the same time so this trial has been split into three sections. Part one’s already been concluded but we, no one can report on whether they’re found guilty or not guilty. Part 2 concludes with, the jury are making their verdict now, part three starts, I believe, in September. So these young children, after being raped, after being groomed, and their families they then have to sit and watch for a year, a year, and the cost, think about the cost, think about whether, why they let these grooming scandals, why they ignored them, so how much of a case it is to bring 29 men on a conspiracy charge and these sort of charges, massive, the costs of 29 men with 29 barristers where 29 QCs, with all these different things the cost is huge, do we have the prison places to deal with all of the men all of these Muslim men who have raped across this country? No we don’t, that’s why we don’t deal with FGM either, but these are sort of like, in each town and city they’re picking out one, one group, but there’s hundreds and hundreds that need dealing with, so yes, stay viewing if you want to see the other alleged, alleged men, they’ll be here soon, and I’ll be here, I’m at Leeds Crown Court, I’ll be here, I’ll be sitting in on the trial, seeing what happens with the verdicts, but unfortunately I won’t be able to report the verdicts, um, from I understand, but I’ll keep the footage etc. to do a report.

I’m also traveling to another city in the north of England tonight to spend time with campaigners who are trying to deal with this sexual exploitation and grooming, if you call it grooming, more I refer to it as these scandals, hold on, but they had their… got ice cream up north in it, sunny in Luton I had some flip-flops on when I left home this morning, I left home, whilst we were on here whilst we’re live, I will be travelling from this city to another city, I will spend spending time with groups, doing interviews, highlighting and showing people what’s happening in town in the cities with regards to grooming gangs or rape jihad gangs across the north of England across our whole country.

I wouldn’t be able to do any of that if it wasn’t for the people who sign up to support me at Tommy Robinson online so if you’re one of those people and you’re watching videos and you’ll see in these news stories get highlighted or things the media are ignoring them, the only way I’m able to do that is through your support. I have George and Caolan – two of my team with me today okay, Caolan’s been sitting since five o’clock this morning when we left, editing a video that will go up today, which is an interview of the leader, of the joint leader of Generation Identity, and I met him because the newspapers this week I read headlines that said Heil Hipster like Heil .. – so I thought ‘who’s this, who’s this man’ and then one of them said, ‘meet the new chilling face of fascism’, I’ve seen all these sort of headlines about myself, so I thought I’d bypass the Presstitutes, the bullshit media, I’d sit down with a man himself and ask him some hard questions or some frank questions about what his views are on race on religion etc, etc, so I sat down and spoke to him and that interview will go live.

Yes, that interview will go up today, and I think it’s important to give you the other side of the story and rather than you base your opinion of somebody on what the media tell you about them, surely the media should have sat down with him and asked him the questions I’ve asked him, you’d have thought so wouldn’t you, but of course they don’t want you to listen to him, they don’t want to listen to anyone who speaks out up against mass immigration or against the problems that this country faces, they want you to base your opinion and judge him on what they tell you to think, so yeah, that’ll go live today.

And then we have this weekend, we’re up north today, Sunday we will be interviewing a Polish politician who’s coming to speak at Speakers’ Corner, I’ll be asking him his opinion of the situation in England ,what Polish people think, Polish people have moved to the UK, what they think of this country now that they’ve been here, what he hears about our country, and of course why he’s at Speakers’ Corner. The fact that we have given birth again to the free speech centre of Speakers’ Corner, I also would like to thank everyone who’s been involved in, politicians …

we could be waiting here a little while they’re not actually due in court – ‘til ten o’clock I don’t think, but that’s why I got here early ‘cuz I knew some of them would turn up early like those like there did. When I first come to try and show people who these men were, bearing in mind they’ve been walking around your towns and cities for last two years whilst this has been going on, they’ve been working in shops, chicken shop, probably driving taxis etc etc, I thought people should know their faces and their identities, and when we went last time, you can see the footage ,you go online watch it, they, they turned up with balaclavas, they tried to get physical and then and they all hid their identities, but because they’ve been relaxed, you know why they’re relaxed because look, there’s no media here, there’s no media here, there’s no press here, there’s no mainstream media, they’re all taking photographs of someone who said something mean on Twitter. They’re not here, they’re not here to find who these people are, they haven’t followed these people, you know this lad who runs Generation Identity, I found out that the media had been harassing his family, yeah y’all know, you want to harass someone’s family? You see that man, he was getting aggressive as he walked into court, the man who faces charges of child abduction, rape, prostitution, harass him, find him, go knock on his door, follow him, see where he works, see what he’s doing. You want to stick pictures online and call people and slander people, how about do about them instead of doing it about someone speaking about them. Who knocks, that’s what I said as well, like he doesn’t even live with his parents, this, the young leader, he’s 23 years old, doesn’t even live with his parents, and do you know what ,I get quite frustrated about, because all the same things happen that happened to me, so I know what he’s facing, [a passer-by says he watches Tommy’s stuff] hello mate, thank you very much, cheers man, thank you, so yeah, I am, I get quite angry because I just think, his family are innocent, and you’re, and they plastered, if the family’s names all online, why would you do that, they do that so that it causes, it’s all disruption tactics, it’s disruption tactics, and it’s to disrupt your life and cause you maximum frustr.. maximum problems, so for example, in the early years of my activism I had my mum sitting down crying, begging me to stop, as I’m sure that young lads who I interviewed just yesterday or the day before I’m sure his family have done the same now and that’s what they want them to do which is why they’ve done it, which is why they highlight who they are, which is why they highlight where he works, because he just lost his job, all of these things play a major part, it’s all part of the operation from the far left to silence and stop people.

A few more officers have turned up. We’re getting wet, let’s go over here. So do we have any questions, and yeah, you know, you say I can’t believe that bloke man, what a sad representation of Leeds for the first person who comes and makes a comment and it’s saying that we ‘it’s got nothing to do with us’ and ‘what’s it got to do with us’ and he doesn’t care, doesn’t care that 11 year old children with gang-raped and prostituted and everyone knew about it police, councils, he doesn’t care, doesn’t matter, scumbag, scumbag, politically correct idiot, he cares more that I’m talking about, he cares more that I’m talking about it. Hi guys, we’re live for three point six thousand people [CAOLAN: three point six hello fantastic very nice] very good hello, and did you miss them as they come into court: ‘fuck your mother’, the difference is that most of these trials, which is the reason I’m here today, not really about the perpetrators or the alleged perpetrators, more so about their families, because at each one of these trials, usually loads of their families usually come to support them, and then when they’re convicted the family shout about the young girls being slags, no eleven-year-old slags, they’d be children, but of course under Islamic ideology they’re not children, they’re women as soon as they start their periods, so they see it’s their own fault, and it’s our fault that they’re on the streets and they shouldn’t been out late at night, and all of these things that are our fault is nothing to do with the men abusing them, or you hear certain politicians, I’ve seen certain politicians turn around and say that this happens because of opportunity, so the reason it’s all taxi drivers because of opportunity.

Okay well don’t all the non-Muslim taxi drivers have the same opportunity but they don’t do it do they in mass-scale like this, like this, so it’s obviously not to do with opportunity, there’s obviously another reason, there must be some sort of connection as to why thirty percent of the alleged perpetrators of these crimes in this one trial are named Mohammed, there must be, so let’s, what the, if you want to raise these problems and eradicate them and get to the root cause of the problem, then you have to look at the problem and see what common, if it was any other crime you look for the, if it was any other crime you look for the common denominator don’t you, to try and erode the motives and what’s happening. In any other crime you’d be piecing this together and you’ll be asking ‘why’, but you’re a bigot and a fascist if you do the same scenario with these sort of, just so anyone who’s watching this you don’t know the statistics, 90 percent of grooming gang, this is a grooming gang not paedophilia, the majority of paedophilia offenses in the UK are committed by white people as you’d expect from a 90% white country, that’s what you’d expect, right, but in a country that has four percent of this population, three percent the population is Pakistani, four percent of the population or five percent of population is Muslim, now out of that population, ninety percent of the grooming gang convictions are Muslim males, ninety percent, thirty percent are called Mohammed, these are statistics they’re facts, these are not Tommy Robinson’s views, they’re just facts. I don’t know a lot of people don’t like facts, but they’re facts, so that’s the reality, and that’s only gonna get worse and worse and worse if the police get to grips and try and tackle these gangs.

Rotherham if you look at Rotherham alone, Rotherham where 1400 children were raped. Some more statistics, Rotherham alone, Rotherham I think has been used as a scapegoat see, because Rotherham probably has one of the least amount of grooming in the north of England, because it has a very small Muslim population, just three and a half thousand Muslim males aged between the ages of 18 and 50 or 60 which is the grooming, which is the the age that was given for these men, some children raped by 20 – 30 men in one weekend, so in that small Muslim population you had 1,400 children were raped, a minority is it, so if you went to bigger cities now. The same sort of inquiry that resulted in the Rotherham report has been being called for in Bradford but they’re refusing, the government are refusing, they refuse, in Telford there’s not many Muslims in Telford really, really not compared to Birmingham or Bradford, but again Telford’s huge

LAUGHING AT PASSERS BY that’s some Muslim lads who just say ‘this not us, it’s not us’ because that must, yeah and, and, the same again, listen if you’re watching this, yeah, and I’m talking about Muslims, I’m talk about Islam, I know some Muslim lads who would be as outraged, growing up yeah, so I’m not, and again I’m not portraying it as all Muslims, yeah there’s a problem, the majority of grooming offenses are Muslim, the reason and justification given for it can be found in the Koran, all of these things play a role, I think, in these sort of cases, so I talked about, but to think that every Muslim, or I know some Muslim lads who would want to do to them the same is what every other man would want do to them, so you know and me, on my day to day I meet hostile Muslims probably, also meet a lot of decent Muslims who have a sound chat with me, you say how frustrated they are with what’s happening that, but most of them you find don’t follow the doctrine or the scripture of Islam, if they did then it won’t be as, so yeah, my problem again, just to clear the record, my problem’s with Islam, with the teachings, it’s not of individual people, in fact Winston Churchill said individual Muslims can show amazing traits but it is Islam that will bring them backwards.

The rain stopped, if you’re watching this, give me a share, there’s 4,000 people watching it, if every single one of you shared it, just to reach a lot more people which means more people would see the faces of the accused child rapists as they come and enter in to court, now I’m walking a thin line because, because basically the police put me on this, I’m on a suspended sentence, suspended prison sentence which was supposed to be to prevent me or deter me from reporting on these sort of cases. I think that it’s important that people understand just what’s going on when the case, this case was on the other day, there was another two Mus.. there was a couple of Muslim lads in here for terrorism and guess what, they went and sat together of course and shook hands and had a friendly chat, and I saw, which I’ve seen in every case you know, I’ve up into the cases at each court, and I’ve been into the courts if there was ten alleged white paedophiles or non-Muslim paedophile and they were sat there would the non-Muslims in that court be going up shaking their hands and talking to them? Would they? No, they wouldn’t, but the opposite plays a part in these court in these sort of cases

– hey how you doing, alright, I’m not bad thank you, – that I’d say, yes there’s their, I guess that’s their solicitor, what you also find in most of these cases in fact all of them that the Muslims who are facing charges use Muslim lawyers every time, in fact on this actual case when I first turned up at Huddersfield Magistrates Court you may remember if you watched the videos, the Muslim lawyer, the female Muslim lawyer come out and said just ‘go away, go away’, she started getting very angry of me as well, and, um, then and she said ‘what was it to do (with) you’ she said, ‘so what’, I said ‘they’ve been raping children, they’re alleged to have been raping children,’ and she said ‘so what, so what.’ ‘So what!’ of course ‘so what’, ‘cuz they’re not Muslim children are they, easy, [Passer-by: ‘Can I get a selfie] of course – can [Passer-by: ‘no no no I don’t want to get put on there’] how can ever get a selfie [Passer-by – laughter etc about getting a selfie] hold on one minute see ya later, we love that [Passer-by: ‘that it’s really cute’] [Laughter] How you doing, mate, alright? yeah of course you can [Passer-by: ‘good to meet you’] nice one, thanks [Passer-by: ‘I watch your videos’] Cheers, oh you guys, are, some one set me […] [Passer-by ‘I’m guessing it’ll be on Facebook Live’] yeah, that’s it, cheers mate, thank you … [Passer-by: ‘you’re live chatting now] it’s live now yeah you don’t want to be on there, do hold on mate,

they’re in at 10:00 what’s the time lads [One of his team: ‘five to nine’] that’s yeah, they’ll be here soon, they have to get here, you’d get early wouldn’t you, well the others went in already, how many of them went in that that were in that car, four of them, so there’s six more to come, is there a bald, there’s a big muscly little bald one, is he on this trial? [One of his team: ‘yeah’] it’s quite funny because the muscly little bald one, when he, when he was at court, and once I got the video of him at his court and people saw him at court, I then got contacted by people who knew him in Huddersfield and apparently he’s a lad does all the MMA fighting, this is, that ,this is the difference, he’s one of their main sort of lads, one of the main lads, not a weirdo paedophile,

yeah cheers mate, thank you, yes ,so let’s, let’s keep sharing, again if you’re just joining us, if you’re just joining us, there is a court case today where ten men are expecting their verdicts. This is Court case involves 18 young girl, some as young as 11 though actually I believe hundreds of victims in the Huddersfield area, must be 18 young girls that they got to come forward, this all come after some of them aged 11, the men face charges of prostitution, abduction, drug abuse, all these sort of charges and offenses. In this case there’s 29 perpetrators, two women, two Muslim women on this trial, not this part but they’re on part of this 29 trial, two Muslim women, all of them are alleged to have been involved, so all of them are innocent until proven guilty, and 30 percent of them, if you’re just joining us, are called Mohammed, they are from majority Pakistani community of Huddersfield and these rapes happened between 2004 and 2011.

So today’s the verdict, I believe the jury went out yesterday to the side, and I don’t believe … there’s more police turning up again, the police obviously are there because they think I’m going to be hostile because they obviously know I’m not, I guess they just believe that this is different because it was another case, a Somalian case for the similar rapes wasn’t? Liverpool when it come out in court, loads of Somalian women come out of court screaming and shouting about how the girls were slags and etc etc, so hello mate, …

well I’ll know who they are because they should have their prison bags with them when they get out, the problem I have is that a young, young Asian gentleman just walked into court and he could be one of them but it would be extremely unfair, and I’ve learned my lesson over the years of, extremely unfair if I pointed the camera to him when I actually don’t know him so, well mate, and, er, so is this them? Let’s see. Nope, nope. I’m sure by now their friends would have rang them and they will all be darting to shops to buy masks and scarfs to cover their faces [… hums] nope …

so some of the charges, if you’ve just joined you’d seen as the first four men went into court, one of them told me to fuck my mother, fuck my father even maybe, something perverted and strange like that, um, it was also quite aggressive and then a white one of the men on our side the fence as part of the problem what passed and said ‘you’re a you’re a fucking idiot’ which point I asked him why I’m a fucking idiot and he said this has got nothing to do with you and I said, but yet loads of young children have been gang-raped do you not think that’s got something to do with the public as well, we’ve got concerns, how would you say ‘no it’s not it’s nothing doing me’ it’s nothing doing, me tell me you’re right mate, it’s nothing to you, so you just keep sitting in your lounge watching East-Enders and pretending that nothing’s wrong with what’s happening ,and everyone who talks about what’s wrong you keep calling them fucking idiots, mate, as that’ll solve all these problems.

The point is in the early days with Rotherham, with Telford you see these big scandals they made national news now what’s happened is, it makes local news, so there can be massive gang rapes and just ask yourself this, if someone says something racist on the train it makes national news, so why every single time these sort of case is not being followed up, why, why, outside court today are there not dozens and dozens of national media waiting, why are they not trying to approach these criminals, will show where they live ,or show where they work, will show what they’re doing or why, why, why, why, why.

Yes 6.2 thousand people live, that’s a good viewing, thank you, if you watching it, share it because the more people that talk about this, the more people that understand what’s happening.

If I ask you questions as general members of the public who probably view, are not well versed on these things, was you aware that 11 year old girl in the city of Oxford had her, an iron rod heated up with the letter M, it was scalded and burning hot and then it was imprinted on her bum because she was the property of Mohammed, in Oxford,

were you aware that another 12 year old girl had and her tongue nailed, nailed, did you know if that’s what … no another young girl had a ta, had her tail, had her tongue nailed to a table, twelve years old, one of these young girls who was continually gang-raped at the house directly opposite the mosque, directly opposite, so people put used to go pray in the mosque and when they leave the mosque they go have their time with their sexual slave, that’s what she was she was a sexual slave, the actual name in the road is actually mosque way if you translate them [NB this is possibly Manzil Way in Oxford]

Yeah, there’s a court case, yeah, so yeah, just if you, everyone in this country should know, everyone should know these sort of cases and what happened, but they don’t, don’t do they, the general public generally don’t know. Would you know that the first ever religiously motivated murder conviction, would people know this, were the first of religiously motivated conviction was in Scotland, a young lad what year was, you see I should have got the statistics up before I talk about this, a young, young lad, Chris fifteen… I think it was on McCulloch, McCulloch Street, fifteen years old, walking down the street, completely innocent, dragged off the street, put in a car, drive around, stabbed, I think they cut his genitals off and fed them to him, they stabbed him, they set fire to him whilst he was still alive, the reason they murdered him was because he was white, that’s the reason they done it, they got, they have fled the country, many of them fled the country, they were, some of them are in jail for it now, some of them out, out, with some of them are gone on to commit some more crimes since getting out of jail, but how many people in Britain know about that, everyone knows about Stephen Lawrence and rightfully so, but how many people know that young 15 year old white kid was taken off the street for being white, set on fire, burned, mutilated, tortured for hours and hours and hours by a gang of Muslim folks, how many people knew about that? Did the media tell your about it, because I tell you what it was when that come out, when that come out it made no national newspaper headlines in Britain, in England’s, none, none, a young kid’s been mutilated off the street, tortured, burned.

How many people knew that in Peterborough, a Muslim ran down the street shouting ‘bin Laden bin Laden’ and stabbed to death another young man? People knew about that, how many people knew about that, and that there’s so many of these cases, there’s so many incidents where the media representation of what happens, and whether it’s fair media portrayal is, it’s just bullshit, it’s like, hold on minute do you know what happened, so there was another case of a young lad – you alright mate [Passer-by: ‘respect, good work’] thank you, cheers, not good, thanks a lot, thanks – there was another case, I remember reading another case where a young boy was murdered by Muslims and the front page of national newspapers was about England footballers being called monkeys. Now that’s bad and it’s not fucking on yeah, but page 17 was about the young lad who got murdered, just like, come on man, get your house in order media, what are you doing, you sensationalized bullshit, that’s what you do, someone says something call, give someone a dirty look, or make such a stupid comment, you sensational it, the police as well, you go after them.

I’m just hearing about Amy, I’m trying to work out what happened to, Amy’s a girl from Speakers’ Corner who was arrested in her house for perverting the course of justice. From what I understand she’s had an argument with someone and she said ‘have a gay day’ as she walked off, how does someone face criminal prosecution for that, how is that mental, this is the new hate speech laws and hate crime, but if you implemented real hate speech laws or the hate speech laws ,then the Quran and every preacher and every, every Imam and every mosque in this country breaches and breaks our Britain, British hate speech laws, but they’re exempt from them, they’re exempt from them, any, any imam who’s promoting the verses in the Quran and Scripture in the Quran, there’s over a hundred and ten of them that call for murder, any Imam doing that is breaching British hate speech laws, why are they exempt from them, why when we watch undercover documentaries and we see real genuine hate being promoted, genuine intolerance in madrassas and mosques, why do those people not face prosecution, but yet you go after everyone who puts up a tweet or something.

Is the hypocrisy, is why tens of thousands of people joined us outside, outside Theresa May’s house [he means outside Downing Street on May 6 Day for Freedom] because people are fed up offensive choices, it’s my right to offend, I’m offended you know when I hear this, I get so wound up, yes but they were offended, I’m offended, I’m offended every day, I’m offended every time I drive, walk down the street, I don’t see a niqab walking past me, every time I see gangs and gangs of Muslims standing peddling heroin on the street corner with no police touching them, I’m offended daily. No one give us a shit if we’re, if, it doesn’t matter.

God, see these people walk into court, a couple of lads, it’s not good feeling, anyone who’s been in that situation and the pressure, oh, are you one of the six men who are waiting to come into court, are you watching this, because soon you’ll be live to 7,000 people a minute and that will be shared and shared and shared, if you’re watching it share it, share it, share it, share it ,by the end of the day hopefully millions of people have seen the faces of these alleged offenders- – doo do do doo etc … can I talk openly I can talk vote no, can I can talk about what that par, the parents are doing tonight can’t i?

Yeah so tonight so tonight … oh no won’t know that, yeah so tonight, I’m going to meet parents, mothers, fathers, who are patrolling the streets to prevent Muslim grooming acts, in a city in the north of England. This is what parents now and residents now feel, they can no longer rely on police in these issues, and they’re patrolling and highlighting and trying to combat this epidemic of child prostitution and attacks, so I’ll be going there tonight, meeting with them, bringing you a video to show you who these brave people are and the work they’re doing, showing people around this is what … any … if you’re too, if you don’t know what’s, there, there’s a, there’s a group, there’s a group within the Sikh community called Sullah? Punjab, I hope I said that right and correctly, it’s SP at that, it’s SP, and in the 1980s or even the 70s, in probably 60s, when Muslim gangs were targeting and grooming young Sikh girls, the Sikh community got organized, they got organized, they organized

[passing woman, ‘can I just say …(inaudible) got quite offensive’] the man up there threatened to kill you? [passing woman: ‘yeah and I’ve just said I’ve got nothing to do with it’] Officer, did you hear that? So a man’s made threats to kill her [lady continues to talk in the background] the Muslim man there (if I did that I’d be locked up for it) and you’re innocent, you’re, you’re just, there’s nothing, yeah [Passing woman: ‘they don’t even know who I am’] so this is just a lady standing outside court and the Muslim men who were all at the window are telling her she’s dead [making cutting movements across neck with hands]

[some one speaks] of course, mind out the way lads and ladies .. [Man heading into court: ‘YOUR WIFE’S A PROSTITUTE’] my wife’s a prostitute, my wife’s a prostitute? All of the remarks, all of the remarks so far have been sexual haven’t they, first one said ‘fuck your mother’, this one says ‘your wife’s a prostitute’, issues, serious issues.

Anyway Sullah? Punjab, the Sikhs in the 1980’s, well early 80s, 70s, they formed an organization and basically what is labelled, what, what is labelled as a gang, it’s labelled by some as a gang, and it was formed to prevent and tackle Muslim grooming gangs, so then what happened was

– oh hello man, yeah, nice to meet you – [Passer-by: ‘can I get a photo with you’] oh yeah, yeah, of course mate, of course [Passer-by: ‘I love everything you’re doing mate’] well cheers man. thanks [Passer-by: ‘me I’ll do a backyard to support you I want to come to a march or something’] there, well, yeah, there’s nothing planned ,but there will be, you, yeah, cheers lads, that’s ,thanks boys, cheers, cheers, see ya, so, yeah [Passer-by: ‘Hello Tommy, can I get one as well’] yes, No worries, hun, [Passer-by: ‘sorry when you’ve finished live-streaming can you give me a shout’] yeah, no worries mate,

so there’s the Sikh community got organized and many of their, their … well across the country volunteers come forward again [something inaudible from another passer-by] yeah, no worries mate, [Passer-by: ‘he’s a legend … Tommy Robinson isn’t it’] no, thanks mate, thank you, thanks man, yes, so the Sikh community got organized and basically what seems to then happened is the Sikhs are still being targeted, but the Muslims went for the easier target because there was resistance, so at times, and something I think, so some men still in jail for the, the battles and the wars that went on in then eighties and nineties, though the media didn’t tell you about … thanks, thanks … then media didn’t tell you about in Birmingham’s, the city of Birmingham which believe is where a Sullah? Punjab was formed, it was formed as a resistance and men and volunteers come forward to defend the women in their community, they come forward and they’ve done it, if they needed to, physically, yeah, and that put the Muslims on the back foot and still to this day, there was a court case just two years ago where I think 17 Sikh men I believe was sentenced to prison after a Sikh girl was gang-raped and groomed and prostituted. The police refused to deal with it, the Sikhs then targeted the businesses that the girls were raped in, and then the police dealt with it, and then the men got sent to prison for raping the girl, but up until the point of violence by the, and you say violence I’d say defence, against what was going on and against the protection of their daughters, then the police dealt with it, and even in that case there, what happened was this, so a restaurant and two houses were targeted, these were restaurants and houses where they’ve been raping young girls, and the Chief Inspector of Leicestershire police come out on the news and said, ‘we want we want to quash the rumours, it’s rumours, unfounded rumours about grooming problems in this area’, three weeks later they arrested the Muslims for raping the girl, targeting the girl, so the copper lied to the public as usual, they lied, but then they had to deal with it because …

how you doing mate [member of public asks something probably selfie] – yeah, yeah, of course, yeah you can, yeah, cheers mate, thank you, no worries, thank you … pretty much most people, well everyone who’s come walking past, has put the hand over their chest for their company [Tommy is gesturing as if hiding company logo on clothing] and say ‘I can’t be seen being photographed or can’t be seen agreeing’, but yes a Sullah? Punjab formed and it forms a resistance, they, they are still active today in defending Sikh girls, um, and I say like over the years, and you can go back and so you can have, you can find news articles, yeah this is where, this is when you realize how long this grooming problems and going on, news articles from the late 70s, early 80s, where they’re interviewing Sikhs who saying these Muslim boys are targeting , they’re pretending to be Sikh, they even wear the Sikh bangle, they pretend to be Sikh to get the girls in, into compromised positions where they get footage of the girl, so one of them might pull the girl, become girlfriend become boyfriend with her, be really nice, 17, 18, get an image of her, and because of the, because of the honour if that’s the right word, because the honour in the Sikh community, they’ve then got that girl because then they threaten to put it on Sikh websites and Sikh things, and they know that girl’s future and, and whether she’ll be married within the community, that it all raises a risk, so then that girl is pretty much theirs to do what they want with, this is the tactics they use, there’s an organization called Sikh Awareness Society who travels this country, travels Sikh temples, and for years people didn’t listen to him even within the Sikh community, people didn’t listen to him, people believed it was religious intolerance because of etc, etc, to a certain irony, when Rotherham scandal come out that people realize ‘shit these guys are right, these guys have been doing this’, and he and, and, and voluntary with no government support, the Sikh Awareness Society get no government support, no government funding, self-funded by the Sikh community, they don’t just help Sikh children, they help all children’s, in fact I believe I was hoping Mohan Singh, who’s an amazing gentleman, who carries a great aura around him, he who leads this charity, there’s also the communities are all active, they’re getting organized they were.

I went to, I went to, I went to a talk at a Hindu temple in London, there was a talk about grooming and the police come and apologize to everyone, they stood then, I watched as a top police officer said, ‘we’re sorry we fucked up, we haven’t been on it,’ and they apologized to everyone ,and then I walked as they showed a documentary about grooming to educate all the mums and sisters, all the women were there to be educated on Muslim grooming gangs, yeah, I’m thought at the ends, this is great but where’s our warning, who’s apologizing to us, this is great for Sikh community, great for Hindu community, yeah, great, they’re organized, they’re having these seminars, the police are coming and apologizing to everyone, they’re teaching, and teaching the daughters and the mums about what’s happening, so where’s the teaching in our community, well, why are the church not holding these seminars, why are we not getting shown, why are the police not turning up our community centres,

[cheers from passers by, Tommy Tommy] – how you doing mate, you alright [Passer-by: ‘what you doing what you doing over here’] – I’m here for a court case, that’s, you look smart, very smart [Passers-by: ‘we’re working, we’re working’] – you’re working, yeah, and then, how you doing boys, you want to say hello, [Passers-by: ‘how you doing, alright’, two men wave and smile to camera] yeah, good [Passer-by: ‘what’s going on’] – there’s a grooming court case going on, this, 29 people on charge, ten of them are up for verdict today [Passer-by: ‘what they charged for?’] raping girls as young as 11, 18 girls are part of this trial, I think there was hundreds in Huddersfield, so yeah, in the city of Huddersfield there’s 29, so yeah, I’m here to report, to let people know these court cases are going on, this what’s happening – [Passer-by: ‘needs to be stopped’] – needs to be stopped – [passer-by: ‘100%’] – yeah definitely does, cheers man, thank you [Passer-by: ‘I went to Luton’] did you live in Luton, did you, where did you live? [Passer-by: ‘I lived in, uh’] when you was young? [Passer-by: ‘I lived there for two years when I was at college’] oh did you, what college? [Passer-by: ‘mumble Luton’] oh did you (inaudible) or Barfield yeah yeah something Hill [I lived in a LS4 no LS3] what LU3 oh LU3 yeah [LS11 was Luton] oh you yeah LU3 sort of Lewsey Farm area [Passer-by: ‘what’s before Lewsey Farm?] well you got Hockwell Ring, Marsh Farm, Leagrave train station near the McDonald’s [Passer-by: ‘yeah yeah’] Marsh Road did you like Luton, what was the Sixth form like now? [Passer-by: ‘um yeah cool I enjoyed it, I only was there for a few years, I was from Portsmouth originally’] are you from Portsmouth yeah? [Passer-by: ‘my sister went to uni there’] where, in Luton, in Luton, and you have ended up here working [Passer-by: ‘my family moved up here’] yeah [Passer-by: ‘it’s cheaper up here than down south’] yeah, much cheaper isn’t it, now fair play [Passer-by: ‘can I get a picture of you’] cheers lad, cheers bruvs, have of a good day, the only, you see what’s quite funny is, of course mate [Passer-by: ‘been watching you and I thought I’d come down and show you some support’] he was [Passer-by: ‘a wonderful job mate’] thanks mate [Passer-by: ‘surprised there’s not many more people out here, keep up the good work, well done’]

Cheers mate, what’s quite funny is, um, cheers mate, thanks, what’s quite funny is, honey, the only people who work, who feel comfortable enough, hang on, hold on one second … the only people who are at work, everyone else who’s walk past who’s at work has, we hid their logo, said ‘I can’t be seen getting pictured’ the two young non-white lads, they’re happy to, because they can’t get called a racist or an extremist, it’s bad innit.

Wow my mates, a lot of my friends don’t tell publicly in their work offices, and they’re very good friends with me, but one I got one mate, a black, black lad who I went to school with called Dean, who proudly just says, ‘he’s my best mate, what are you talking about, you don’t what you talking about’, as we’re all these arguments to that for, but he can, he can … sighs …

Again, we are just waiting for five more alleged, alleged child rapists to enter court. If you’re watching this, give it a share and eight thousand you know, this is the most people I’ve ever seen on my life for watching, so thanks for sharing it. Tonight I’ll bring you a video coming soon, it will be at Tommy Robinson online, it will be on YouTube, it will be on, on Facebook, the video will show you the families who are coming together and forming organizations to patrol the streets to prevent young girls being groomed and raped.

We also have another story which we’re working on, which is another grooming scandal similar to Telford, similar to Rotherham, that’s been covered up in another major city in the UK. We have addresses that we’re hoping to stake out for as long as it takes, because we know young girls are being brought in and out of them, the, the fact that the, the fact the people we’re talking to have reported this constantly to the police, in fact just last weekend a young girl was come screaming out the house at two o’clock in the morning, a child, police done nothing, they’re being called, they’re not doing anything, we’ve got hopefully email evidence to this that these have been reported … since 2006 against these perpetrators, and nothing’s been done,

But these cases and these things I wouldn’t again be able to work on or have the time to work on or have a team to work on and be able be able to research them without the people who go online and give us support at Tommy Robinson online, so if you’re one of those people, know every time you watch our video, you done it for me, is that where we, we’re a people’s media channel for the people, by the people, by the people for the people, whatever, but yes, um, we don’t have any big backers, so we have no one telling us what we can cover and can’t cover, which we used to have, now we do what we want, we cover what we want, we go where we want, and the main things and I think the place we need to be is on the street in most instances, because it’s on the street where I’m meeting the people, you know the people the media don’t want to talk to, the people they should be talking, to the people who are affected by these problems, yeah, share it, share it, share it, get up to 10,000 live people by the time these next alleged offenders walk through these doors.

Again, anyone watching this, the men are innocent until proven guilty, their reactions will seem quite, they’re all sexual and abusive do you know what sick, like every time I’ve ever been to court, ever, there’s herds of press and media standing outside photographing and harassing me. There’s no media here. Not one single journalist outside this court …

Leeds, Leeds, Leeds we’re all Leeds isn’t we, I was a fanatical Leeds United supporter, this is the city I’m in for my sins, as a child I used to love them man, my dad used to take me up here as well. In the David O’Leary era for any Leeds people watching this which were, Leeds were flying high man, flying high.

That’s your man there look the Baldy one, is that have you seen him? [One of the team: ‘yeah yeah’] yeah? How you doing mate? what you in court for today if you don’t mind me asking? [Man entering court: I’VE BEEN SEEING YOUR MUM] You’ve been seeing my mum? Another comment about a woman, what are you in court for mate, how’s the trial gone? How’s the trial gone? How’s the trial gone bro? [‘I don’t think it’s fair …’] you’re the one in ??quire? (Inaudible) anyway, another comment about your mum, that’s every single alleged person who’s walked into …

cheers mate Thanks … every single alleged person who’s walked into court today has made sexual references about women. Strange.

I have to be super careful because the police somewhere, somewhere right now, there’ll be a police officer watching this video saying ‘can we fuck him, can we pull him’ on what they did, on last time which was bullshit, was a contempt of court charge where basically five Muslims had gang raped a young child who asked for directions, they took her upstairs into their chicken shop and they raped her. I found out about this and I found out those five men were all on bail, well one of them absconded to Afghanistan or something like that, and they got him but he was remanded, the rest were out on bail, so I found they’re on bail, and guess what, they’re still running the same chicken shop, so I went down to the chicken shop, they locked up the chicken shop,

and then I went to the court case, and I stood outside the court and I said to the police officer, ‘Hold on, the people in this community and the people in this town need to be aware that these men are alleged to have gang raped a child, there’s still young children going in that chicken shop’, so I’d say that the, the, the judge failed to protect the British people in that case, those men should have been, they’re all convicted now, they’re sentenced, twenty years, they all got convicted, so why were they walking around on bail, why were they running a chicken shop, why were they still out, why, what, why, whoa whoa whoa why, men get, people get remanded for fuck all, why were they allowed to continue running a chicken shop dealing with young children in and out of their shop after gang raping a young child who was lost.

Why, and because of that I was dawn-raided by the police and I faced charges where thankfully to people donating, I had two of the best QCs in the country and I got off with a three-month suspended sentence which I’m currently on now, so if the police can pin anything on me I’ll be going to jail for three months now. Don’t feel sorry for me, feel sorry for Paul Golding and Jayda Fransen because they’re both in jail for that exact same case, they went to the, if I had to say alleged rapist, the child rapist’s house, the man who raped a young girl who served in 18 or 20 years in prison, they went to his house and they went to alert the neighbours, and because Jayda Fransen, I think called him a Muslim rapist ,she’s been sentenced to 16 weeks in prison basically, and Paul Golding I believe’s been released from prison, but this is what they done to me, he’s been released from prison for that offense, he’s got conditions, he can’t send emails, go on Facebook, he’s not allowed to do fuck all.

When I was released from prison for a so-called mortgage offense, I was told I was not allowed to contact anyone from the English Defence League, now, what’s the English Defence League got to have a mortgage fraud if it wasn’t politically motivated. And even when there was a funeral and I explained my friend had died, I was told I couldn’t go to the funeral.

Do you think both for them are on charge, do you think both of those lads were in charge, one of them has a bag yeah … they look like police officers. I’ll be absolutely screwed if I get nicked. There’s a lot of police officers here now. We’re nearly at 9,000 if you’re watching this, give it a share, get some more people, let’s get up to 10,000, keep sharing it, keep sharing it, keep letting people know that these court cases are going on every week up and down our country, every week and they haven’t even scratched the surface of the amount of men, for example in Rotherham where you add 1,400 children raped there’s been like 10 people convicted of 10, 10, 10 ,listen to the girls… okay ten. Think about it, 10. 1400 children raped, 10 people who face charges, listen to some of the girls’ interviews when the girls were raped by 30 men in one weekend, says another 20 men just off that one victim that you need to prosecute. but you haven’t.

Are those two, have you seen those two in court, don’t know ,yeah, might not be though, cheers mate, thing that’s lads, what you’re in court for, that’s, what you’re in court for? [People entering court: ‘we’re spectators’] Are you just spectators, yeah you mates [‘eh?’] mates [people entering court: ‘yes mates’] They are, let’s see, this is the difference so these are these are friends, so they’re, I didn’t put it on anything they are not alleged to have done anything, but they’re here, they’re here as friends and spectators to support men that are alleged to have

[someone shouts ‘up here Tommy’] oh my god I wonder if I’m allowed to video up there [‘yes you can’] we have windows full of them all now, how they’re hiding … yeah … we’re at 9,000 we’re at, um, that’s a good live for you ain’t it, 9,000 live, that’s a … I’d like to say spectators. I don’t know, you are a bit concerned is, because I’m, I know that if there’s a reporting restriction that no one, we can’t let you know, so I’m not gonna be able to do it live for the verdicts, when they get their verdicts I can say here before the case, but when they get their verdict if it happens today, then the reaction of their friends, then, um, which I will get because I will question them, you know the spectators, the two lads who just walked in who are spectators, I’ll ask them some questions about how they think is acceptable to come and support alleged, well we see what happens, but I won’t be able to share that with you until this until the reporting restrictions are lifted which I don’t think they’re gonna be lifted for another possibly six months, um, yeah …

9200, keep sharing man, get up to 10,000 just for the last the last couple of, whether it be spectators, I should have shades in their faces shouldn’t I, but you know, I wasn’t sure if they’re up, and I, in fact I knew that they’re not up, they haven’t got their prison bag, there was another lad, I don’t know if you’ve got pictures of who’s on this trial for the case, no one’s, because no one’s took pictures of them, so it’s a fucking joke innit [passer by talks about not allowed to publicise anything on social media] oh yeah, you’re not allowed to publicise the verdict, are the pictures, yeah, but every, every pictures, names are out there, right, yeah, you’re allowed to, every, every other person who goes to court gets their picture and name publicized the name … he hasn’t got a prison bag he must be a friend … uh?

Was it, which one .. oh mate what you in court for? [Man entering court: ‘FUCK YOURSELF’] come on mate [Another person: ‘assault there’] [Unclear who this is: ‘you’re not allowed to do that, he had no right to put his arm on him then’] if I put my hand on him would I’ve been arrested just like just, just, serious question? If I put my hands on him, would I have been arrested, say I pushed him, if I pushed him, if the next one he comes up, if I walk up to him, push him, will you arrest me? [someone else, not clear who: ‘give you a warning’] oh yeah, you give me a warning, you think give him a warning? [Someone, possibly a police officer: ‘I didn’t see it’] You didn’t see it, did you see it? [‘no I didn’t’ – police] You didn’t see anything [‘suggestion about degree of closeness, (unclear)] No well, no I’m just close as I am to you, you’re not pushing me [passer-by speaks, unclear]

Let me see, that’s the big one, yeah, that said, yeah, yeah [passer-by speaks] … you should go, say, do you know which one threatened to kill you? Do you know which one it was …[Passer-by, not sure who: ‘it’s the one who always does it isn’t it?’] The one in the grey, the grey tracksuit, oh yeah, just say to the officer ‘I want to make a complaint, he threatened to kill me’, if someone threatened to kill one of them, it would be a hate crime, would you get his details so you know who is … [passers by speaking]

So this lady’s been outside court, and one of the Muslim gentleman has been telling her ‘she’s dead ,she’s dead’ [Tommy is making cutting gestures to neck]. Now the problem is, I don’t think that’s that like, but if that was a Muslim woman, and young English men were telling the Muslim woman ‘she’s dead, she’s dead’ they’d be arrested on a hate crime and the police wouldn’t be standing there, just like the gentleman who just pushed me as I walked through, um, I’m not that bothered that he pushed me if I’m honest, nothing ma, nothing major but, if you reverse the roles, probably be nicked.

We’re at 10,000 we’re at 10,000 if you’re just joining us if you’re just watching this, there’s a, there’s ten men in court who are alleged to have been involved in child prostitution and grooming. This trial involves 29 people, 27 of them are male, two of them female, two female Muslim women, 27 males, 30% are called Mohammed, this is an ongoing situation in our country where basically, not to do with this case because no one’s been convicted on this case yet, but if we look at previous cases, if I give you the, what not, what I say that’s not, I’m not gonna give you my (inaudible – opinion?) and give you the, the perpetrators, the men, the Somalian man in the Bristol grooming scandal said it was his religious duty to do what he was doing.

Many of the men in the Rochdale and Rotherham ones worked at mosques, taught at mosques, there’s a funny article where one of the men who’s currently facing trial for allegedly planning to kill Prince George, William’s son, so the Sun newspaper, and I’ve got both these articles, online they said ‘mosque teacher’ because he was a teacher at mosque you see, but he’s a terrorist right, so by the time, late, later that evening, they’ve got rid of ‘mosque teacher’ so it just says his name, so they’ve obviously been told they have to remove the fact that he’s a mosque teacher, now he is a mosque teacher, he’s teaching Islam, his teachings have led him to want to murder a young child because he’s a kafir, but yeah … sighs …

da-da-da-da-da-da-da at that’s some lad walking past who probably thinks I’m filming him, I’m not filming him, I’m filming myself, but he’s walked past with his wife, I wouldn’t film some Muslim fellow with his wife … inaudible. Because if he thinks I am filming anyway …

these cases, what’s happening is basically, which if we didn’t see Boko Haram’s leader, Boko Haram’s leader says Mohammed commands us, Mohammed commands us to take non-Muslim women as sexual slaves, so we have Boko Haram’s leader saying that, Isis done exactly the same first they do, took all the women as sexual slaves because they’re, because they’re allowed to in the scripture, they’re allowed to, what actually says, I’ve been through this for many Muslims, in the Koran it says, outside of your four wives, you can take whatever the right arm possesses i.e. slaves. Okay, so they can take non-Muslims, Muhammad did it okay, so Muhammad’s the perfect moral compass for Muslims, he took sexual slaves, he took sexual slaves. His wife Sofia, I, was taken as a slave after he murdered her husband and beheaded him, so if we see these sort of things in Scripture and then we see a massive over-representation of Muslim men in child sexual grooming gangs, we should look to try and wonder and work out why, why, why, why is this happening, and these could there be some sort of link possibly?

Of course, the minute you try to do that, you’re shouted down, scream that, called a bigot, all you’re trying to do is solve a problem, to try and save some young kids in the future, but of course it’s got nothing to do with Islam, that’s what we get told, nothing to do with Islam … sighs … thank you if you’ve shared this gone to 10,000 people live … what does Nebraski mean Ken? … what will get a bit …

obviously I’ll turn my camera off but when the last perpetrators, who are alleged perpetrators, go into court I’m going to go into court, I want to go into court, I want to watch what happens, yeah? [to passer by] … she wouldn’t … what’s that? Are you family? definitely … I know so, I won’t show it … there’s some Muslim hijab-wearing women gone into court but I don’t know that they’re there to support these men so I think it would be unfair if I stuck cameras in their faces or ask them any questions.

Once I’ve been into the court case, once I go in the court case, once I see who’s there for them, then of course when I come outside a court afterwards, I will question them, I will speak to them, see if they’ve got any sympathy with the young 11-year old children, whether they think, whether they stand by their family members, whether they think what their family members have done is wrong, or whether they think this is all one conspiracy to get them because they’re Muslims.

What’s the time? And what’s my battery saying? Caolan, you ain’t got one of those charger things ain’t you? What’s the time? oh you got one, wicked. [it’s only 9:35] So they got 25 minutes … yeah … thank you very much … cheers mate … sighs … hums … yes, alright though, what’s up, [‘are you still on live-stream?’] yeah, I’m gonna live-stream until the last people are in court [passer-by: ‘How long are you going to be I don’t want to get in the way?’] that’s alright, what do you want? Oh just a selfie mate, that’s alright, oh right, yeah, so I’m gonna literally film them until they come in under the, live-stream it, and then as soon as I’ve live-streamed I’m gonna go into court to watch what happens [passer by] oh, it’s cold isn’t it [Passer-by: ‘yes it’s freezing’] is that their solicitor [passer-by speaks] oh that’s alright, what are you an NGO [no I will be, I went to their conference in Sevenoaks] yeah, I just interviewed, err yeah, [passer by: ‘yeah, Caolan told me’] yeah, nice lads [passer-by: ‘inaudible, taking a photo’]

do you know, best one, what some, some lad come up with his camera, and he said ‘can I just have a photo’ so I said ‘yeah’, when he got … so I’m facing, he’s there, he said ‘you’re a fucking wanker’ I was like ‘yes!’ [Passer-by: ‘am I on your video’] No, you’re not … you don’t want to be on it … yeah, so he said … and I thought it was absolutely brilliant, is that my original as well, because ‘can I have a selfie’ it’s like that, I was looking at him saying this, we’re both looking as he’s saying it … so.

Oh sighs … oh its cold isn’t it? They’ve got 20 minutes now, twenty minutes to being in court, [NB YouTube auto-generated transcript 69,33 says ‘being caught’ which might be interpreted as if Tommy is implying guilt. This is an error.] What’s the time George, twenty to? [George: ‘yes’] Twenty to. The charge? Oh no [There is clearly something going on around Tommy] this isn’t contempt of court is it? [‘No’] No it’s definitely not is it [He hasn’t said anything] I haven’t said anything that’s already out there in the public, [clearly he means ‘that’s not already out there’] I’m just saying there’s a court case see, I shouldn’t even have to worry about, it’s quite worrying, this worrying because [passer by speaks] I know it’s worrying because [‘you know they’ll be extra strict with you’] but there’s nothing they can do, all the information is out there, everything I’ve said, I’ve said alleged, so I’ve said they’re not, they’re innocent till proven guilty, all I’m doing is giving mere fact and not in any way trying to prejudice the case [70.33 of YouTube aut-generated transcript says ‘all I am doing is giving me a fact and anyway trying to prejudice the case’ which is clearly an error] it’s worrying isn’t it, because the judge is looking out the window …

but you are allowed to do this right, I haven’t done anything wrong, I’m alright, [‘there’s nothing that could prejudice the case’] Yeah, but we’ve with the last contempt of court case trial, there’s no jury it’s just a judge so the judge can say whatever he wants, when I went the last time, whatever, there’s no jury so [‘Tommy you’ve done it online, it’s live-streamed’] so, what’s that? [‘The judge admitted at Canterbury that you hadn’t actually broken the law’] yeah, that’s it yeah, so sounds, yeah, I’m thought, so I was just making sure I was right, I was getting a bit worried then, … it’s grim up North yeah, [Tommy … inaudible’] no I’m fine, thank you. Cheers. Parking’s up in 20 minutes [‘inaudible from others’] yeah but not in the car, I want to get into court, I want to see what they say at ten. [Others speaking]

Yeah, yeah, we’ve got ages, so I’ll have to go put another five on the car, I need to get five, yeah, I know got five ones. This will be them … is it? … Hums … I’ll end up walking in court and the judge will hold me in court car nappin innit, I haven’t said anything have I? Do you recognize that lad huh? … [‘ask him, ask him’] Hello mate, what are you in court for? [man entering court: ‘I’m here for … (unclear) ?robbery?’] oh sorry, no ,sorry man LAUGHS yeah I know that, oh yeah, what’s that, he’s a lawyer isn’t he, yeah, but the last time I was in Huddersfield and he said ‘I’m a solicitor’ and I thought he looked very smart, what he’s a solicitor. I went in a court, he’s sitting there as one than the groomers well, I thought, well, he done me, because they get a photo of you, because I listen to him that’s one of the lads going in there with a prison bags, horrible innit, are all in it, almost 10,000 people.

This is the verdict, so the trial’s ended, the jury are making their mind up, and this is the verdict, this is the verdict today … so I can see someone … yeah me, yeah, yeah, how you doing, alright, [Passer-by: ‘what’s going on here? Paedophiles’] yeah 29, 29 of them on trial, two women for grooming 11-year-olds, well, allegedly grooming little girls [passer-by: ‘is this an EDL thing?’] no I left them, just doing this, just, just doing the media mate, just trying to show people who are watching this is what’s happening, this is, what the case is, this is how many girls were victims, this is what they’ve said, and this is what they’ve done [inaudible from passers-by] they do in prison, I know you’ve been in there, you just got out [Passer-by: ‘I just got out’] what was it like? [passer-by: ‘Shit’]

Are you gonna arrest me? [police officer: ‘my colleague’s gonna explain what’s gonna happen next right’] I’ve been arrested? [Police officer: ‘you are being arrested’] I am being arrested? [police officer: ‘on causing breach of the peace on the content’] I’m of cause … [police officer: ‘on the content of what you are streaming’] I’m of causing a breach of peace, I’m being arrested, the content of my streaming, I’m being arrested for breach of the peace, I’ve been arrested for breach the peace. You’ve all watch this, watch this, you’ve all watched this, you’ve all watched this, can you get me a solicitor George, [police officer: ‘just turn off your live-stream for me’] yeah [police officer: ‘do you understand what I’ve just said’] can you explain again? [police officer: ‘you’re arrested on suspicion of breaching the peace’] What does that mean, what does that mean, what does that mean, what does that mean?

End of transcript

Tommy Robinson’s trial has been adjourned until later this month – I will keep you up to date with developments as they unfold. Remember – outrage is not enough – the time has come to show those in power that we are not going to accept this any more and that we are now prepared to actually do something about it, even if they aren’t.

Tim Burton

Anjem Choudary versus Tommy Robinson? There IS a difference, although it’s not the difference our government would have us believe

      Hate preachers?

Back in June of this year, the youth group of the British Labour Party, Momentum, put out a tweet comparing Tommy Robinson to Anjem Choudary and suggesting that they were equally deserving of the contempt of all right-thinking people because they were both guilty of preaching hatred.

Surprisingly, Momentum were strongly criticised by some people in the Labour Party who, despite a lifetime of politically correct indoctrination, were still able to determine that there is a difference between a full-on, copper-bottomed, dyed-in-the-wool hate preacher such as Anjem Choudary who has abused our hospitality and our tolerance for far too long, and a counter-jihad hero such as Tommy Robinson who risks his life to shine a light on the evils of a barbaric seventh-century ideology that, left to its own devices, would eventually see every non-Muslim forcibly converted to Islam, enslaved under Muslim rule, or brutally slaughtered in the name of Allah.

However, the next few days are likely to see two events that may seem unconnected on the surface but together will have profound ramifications for our justice system, and by extension our government, who appear not to care that the dangerous terrorist-enabling hate preacher Anjem Choudary is due to be released back onto our streets, while at their same time doing their level best to see Tommy Robinson behind bars again, with a process that is likely to culminate in him being murdered in prison.

The Rebel Media has started a campaign to keep Anjem Choudary in prison – he was given a prison sentence that was far too short given the treasonous nature of his crimes, and his presence as a free man on the streets of our beloved country is something that we could well do without. Please sign the petition referred to in the article and contribute whatever you can to the campaign in order to keep Anjem Choudary in the slammer.

For those of you who are unable to attend Tommy Robinson’s trial at the Old Bailey on Thursday 27 September, please sign up to Ezra Levant’s Twitter feed as he will be reporting live from the courtroom, and please contribute whatever you can to the Free Tommy campaign (also organised by Ezra Levant and the Rebel Media organisation.)

Also – don’t miss this interview between Tommy Robinson and Katie Hopkins as Tommy describes life in prison and the very real prospect that the government will pull out all the stops to prevent his message from getting out to a wider audience.

Finally – I must apologise to the readers of this website as posting has been light to non-existent lately due to my persistent medical problems. One doesn’t wish to bore others with the finer details, especially as it might at the very least put you off your breakfast with the accompanying lurid descriptions of blood and gore, but the good news is that after my latest round of heart surgery I should now be on the road to recovery – and a three to four-month course of Cardiac Rehabilitation should see me bounding around like a Duracell Bunny on steroids, although I don’t think Usain Bolt will have anything to worry about in terms of competition.

Tim Burton

Tim Burton’s Legal Defence Fund – http://www.paypal.me/followthecat