Hackney Borough Council have a further implementation. A man with two wives must be given a house with two kitchens…then Hackney is Middle England for Blacks. Hackney, the poorest borough in Europe and having the greatest race mix.
For a colourful “tourist” ride, take the 653 bus from Tottenham Court road to Aldgate, it bisects Hackney.
It is not possible to negotiate when there are people squatting on the floor, waiting at the door… waiting to take your job, without conditions, people who will eagerly do it so much cheaper, not necessarily better, people from Africa, India, Turkey, from anywhere, any conceivable corner of the Planet, a vast army of the World’s demanding, , unwanted, disenchanted, who clamored into the country night and day to the aid, protection and at the behest of money. No bloodshed, no bombs, , no outcry which could not be suppressed at this, the greatest invasion in the Country’s history, only the historic phrase “Rivers of Blood” made in protest by Mr Powell who was relentlessly put down by his own party, the National Press, TV and the leaders of this sea of black faces, this ragged army of invaders, who raged from the temples and mosques.. shouting the new word “Racist” at him and anyone else who opposed them and opposed giving their own country away without a fight, anyone who decided they object at being forced to live with other cultures, sheep’s head, not fish and chips, anyone who decides that black people, en masse, are intimidating, that the black levers of power are humiliating by design. To compound this, laws of silence are enforced with heavy penalties for anyone who dare speak out….. No one does… The Ethnic population has, by multiplication, and infiltration, become very strong, strong enough to be in a position to destabilize the vote in very many constituencies, as with Ethnic Albanians, they now wish for independence.. a Black Parliament on the cards. White people must be politically correct when they speak to or about black people.. a touch of subservience in their “attitude” preferred. The “Race Relations” Tribunal having huge powers and use them, able to take anyone to the highest court in the land. England now gripped tight in the same turmoil as Kosovo, captured from within by a writhing Trojan Horse.
Ethnic Albanians return in triumph to Kosovo, with the same savagery, the aid of the West, the bombs of NATO.
Islam, vindicated or placated ?
Justice , without doubt, is the will of the stronger, the rule of the many. ( all the trouble and violence in Iran at the moment is caused by the prolific wave of people born since 1979.
(CNN. 7.14. 99. )
Mostly beyond peoples’ comprehension here as to what is going on there.. Always the same remarks..
“How can this be? Are the English so stupid ?.. why don’t they do something ? “
England long ago failed to do anything, or to hear
“ The Shrill Clarion Call”
Certainly it clearly, religiously, hears the opening bars of
“Coronation street” Eight p.m. each evening
And
“Time Gentlemen please !!
Goodnight .. goodnight Mavis,
goodnight Elsie, Ta Ta …
Ask Bill to get your teeth done, you look terrible“
( thanks and apologies to T. S. Elliot)
July 14, 1999.
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Hackney to Hilton
Still, have it on internet.. this quite satisfied with… wondering where the words will reach. Cynthia maintains I never have wanted to sell it, always slightly dubious as to which way other people, strangers, will manipulate it to other ends. As it is, can sit here in Bucuresti and take a long look at England, never able to accept that which successive governments forced upon us, unable, unwilling to accept that I ….
“Must learn to live with Black People”
England, an island now consider having lost itself, this irreparable damage, all within the last fifty years, its cohesion, culture, seriously threatened. Someone remarking, rather lucidly,
“England has a identity crisis.” … Ancient English Kings turning in their graves .
My solution, for the declining, politically correct, rigidly controlled, by hard, hatchet faced, feminists, the “Head in the Sand” attitude of a weakened, floundering, matriarch England… a land of “spin doctors “..whatever this may mean, imply. A strange, weird, “Minister Without Portfolio” with quite apparent unlimited power, used from the shadows. No, my only possible solution, is to leave .. never able to come to terms with the underlying reality.. the underlying apprehension …
………. the fear .
“Why is it that no one has stood up and spoken out against this drift ?” .
Aware one or two people have ‘dared’ …only to be pulled down, shouted down .. indeed, mostly by the ferocious howls of ‘racist’ from black faced members of The English Parliament who so clearly see the inherent threat to their , perhaps tenuous position….. So be it
Sit here and smile, thank Mrs. Thatcher.. Dear God, thank her for giving me the opportunity to escape, although she did not quite see it like that.. assumed I would buy my council flat, which I did and vote Tory, which I did not.. never having been guilty of voting, only in this present case, sitting here, looking out, my wide view encompassing the rather better part of Bucuresti.. the Athenaeum.. The Hilton Hotel..
Once wrote, back in darkest Hackney
“Hackney to the Hilton Hotel ?..one million miles.!!.”
Have lived to travel that distance.
Yes, I voted …with both feet.
Not imperative to have read book one, although this rests firmly on it.
As with that volume, there is not a beginning, middle end, rather a kalaidascope of time, people and places.
Thought I would have more to say about this so long projected start, the final count down, my long flight from Hackney, from Clapton Common.. a nightmare ago.
Even now, Hackney beckons, whispers, its open, running sores of seething humanity still quite vivid in my mind.
The “Swan” opposite, as on so many other Friday nights, all 1,642 of them, …..10.45 p.m. the establishment fully wound up.. hot, beat of heavy sounds, fresh from the jungle.
Loud, occasionall shreiks reaching from the street below, girls, unable to contain their orgasms any longer.
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“Must learn to live with Black People”
England, an island now consider having lost itself, this irreparable damage, all within the last fifty years, its cohesion, culture, seriously threatened. Someone remarking, rather lucidly,
“England has a identity crisis.” … Ancient English Kings turning in their graves .
My solution, for the declining, politically correct, rigidly controlled, by hard, hatchet faced, feminists, the “Head in the Sand” attitude of a weakened, floundering, matriarch England… a land of “spin doctors “..whatever this may mean, imply. A strange, weird, “Minister Without Portfolio” with quite apparent unlimited power, used from the shadows. No, my only possible solution, is to leave .. never able to come to terms with the underlying reality.. the underlying apprehension …
………. the fear .
“Why is it that no one has stood up and spoken out against this drift ?” .
Aware one or two people have ‘dared’ …only to be pulled down, shouted down .. indeed, mostly by the ferocious howls of ‘racist’ from black faced members of The English Parliament who so clearly see the inherent threat to their , perhaps tenuous position….. So be it
Sit here and smile, thank Mrs. Thatcher.. Dear God, thank her for giving me the opportunity to escape, although she did not quite see it like that.. assumed I would buy my council flat, which I did and vote Tory, which I did not.. never having been guilty of voting, only in this present case, sitting here, looking out, my wide view encompassing the rather better part of Bucuresti.. the Athenaeum.. The Hilton Hotel..
Once wrote, back in darkest Hackney
“Hackney to the Hilton Hotel ?..one million miles.!!.”
Have lived to travel that distance.
Yes, I voted …with both feet.
Not imperative to have read book one, although this rests firmly on it.
As with that volume, there is not a beginning, middle end, rather a kalaidascope of time, people and places.
Thought I would have more to say about this so long projected start, the final count down, my long flight from Hackney, from Clapton Common.. a nightmare ago.
Even now, Hackney beckons, whispers, its open, running sores of seething humanity still quite vivid in my mind.
The “Swan” opposite, as on so many other Friday nights, all 1,642 of them, …..10.45 p.m. the establishment fully wound up.. hot, beat of heavy sounds, fresh from the jungle.
Loud, occasionall shreiks reaching from the street below, girls, unable to contain their orgasms any longer.
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