Italy has been one of the main destinations for invading migrants crossing the Mediterranean from North Africa, with hundreds of thousands arriving by sea since the 2015 migration crisis.
When, in Southport, the son of migrants from Rwanda carried out the stabbing of little girls at a children’s club, White protestors, including the parents of the murdered children, were labelled by the media and politicians as ultra-right-wing extremists.
Anti-immigration and independent thought, Enoch Powell (1912-1998), after his ‘Rivers of Blood’ warning to Britain, was vilified by government-controlled media until he had little choice but to exile himself to a remote constituency in Northern Ireland.
Bombings. Assassinations. Arson attacks. Tit-for-tat reprisals. This is a kind of daily rhythm of violence. The UK hasn’t seen this since the darkest days of Northern Ireland. Now, it’s happening across multiple cities, not just one province.
The men who offered their lives have been betrayed and given their lives in vain. Most of the older people say Thank goodness we are ending our lives. It is no longer the Britain that we fought for.
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