On December 19, 1945, a 33-year-old British-born Spanish national was illegally murdered at London’s grim Victorian Wandsworth Prison. It was the end of a life but the beginning of a legendary martyrdom.

Had Amery, the son of a British government minister, served a prison sentence, few would have heard of him. Posterity decided otherwise; here was the making of a British martyr.

Born March 14, 1912, John Amery was baptized in the crypt of the House of Commons and educated at Harrow. Like Eton, the public school was favored by the English elite.

To keep their place in the class system’s pecking order, England’s political and aristocratic cabal was ruled with an iron fist in a pseudo-democratic velvet glove.

John Amery was having none of that. Turning his back on the hedonistic lifestyle of the ruling class, John Amery first went to France and then, in 1936 onward to Spain.

There, the Englishman fought on the side of the Christian Nationalists against Moscow-backed Republicans. Amery fought on the front lines with distinction.

In 1943, despairing of Britain’s war against the workers’ Reich, John Amery opted for service with Hitler’s Germany.

One has to remember that in 1943 Britain had not experienced an elected government for eleven years. Unlike Adolf Hitler, Britain’s Prime Minister Winston Churchill was never elected to serve the country in that capacity.

From Germany, John Amery broadcast regularly, as did many Europeans. There was a common theme in all such broadcasts: the desperate need for peace between Germany and the necessity to form an alliance against Bolshevik-occupied Russia.

Whilst in Germany, John Amery was pivotal in setting up the League of St. George. The League, after the Englishman departed for Italy, became the British Free Corps.

By the outbreak of Britain’s alliance with the USSR, it is estimated that at least 30 million Russians and Central European Orthodox Christians had been slaughtered, starved or worked to their death by the Jewish Bolsheviks.

New York’s bowler-hatted Bolshevik bankers in 1917 had invested in the overthrow of Tsar Nicholas II and the government of Imperial Russia. The Bolshevik megacaust proceeded from the so-called ‘Russian Revolution’, now known as American-inspired regime change.

From 1922, America and Britain’s industrial corporations threw their industrial clout into the opportunities offered by the banking houses’ land grab of Russia’s vast resources and the world’s largest slave population.

Amery and his associates decided that they had no wish to live under race-traitors or to endure a hand-to-mouth existence in an alien regime.

Following the defeat of the Axis powers, John Amery was taken into custody. Transferred in irons to London, the Englishman would have realized that his ‘trial’ was to be no different from the notorious Soviet show trials.

The martyr’s fate was sealed; all that was necessary before his ritual hanging was a little court theatre for the duped peoples of England.

Standing in the dock and facing his accusers, John Amery proudly accepted all eight charges levelled at him; his ‘trial’ lasted just eight minutes.

Shortly after 9 a.m. on December 19, 1945, the condemned man took his final steps to the prison’s execution chamber. There, the young man was pinioned, hooded and placed on the trapdoor. Albert Pierrepoint, Britain’s notorious executioner, pulled the apparatus lever.

When Pierrepoint retired, he had taken the lives of 680 condemned prisoners, more than many of Stalin’s henchmen.

Of those hanged, Albert Pierrepoint executed over 200 German prisoners-of-war. The hangman described Amery as ‘the bravest man I ever met.’

Any hope that in doing so, John Amery’s memory would be sent to oblivion was a fond hope. John Amery is today far better recognized and honored, certainly better remembered than the nonentities who persecuted him and sent him to the gallows.

Leo Amery, John’s father, was in no doubt as to his son’s nobility. It must have occurred to him that his son was far more deserving of the patrician accolade than any of the parasites perched along the seating of England’s second chamber. Afterwards, his father wrote the condemned martyr’s epitaph.

EPITAPH TO JOHN AMERY

At end of wayward days, he found a cause,

It was not his country’s ~ only time can tell,

If that defiance of our ancient laws,

Was treason or foreknowledge. He sleeps well.

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