Sorry, Nick.

In the heat of the moment I did Nick Griffin a grave injustice yesterday. I suggested that his party might like to adopt the slogan ‘An Anglo-Saxon England for the Anglo-Saxons’. Having read History at Cambridge, Nick will know that the Anglo-Saxons themselves were a bunch of kraut immigrants coming here to sponge off the welfare state. So rather than re-organising the country into the seven Anglo-Saxon kingdoms established when the Romans left we should return the country to the 20 indigenous British tribes - the Iceni, Belgae, Dubunni etc - who lived here before and during the Roman occupation. 

    I think Nick’s  party lacks its leader’s historical expertise, though, when it claims on its web-site:  ‘On current demographic trends, we, the native British people, will be an ethnic minority in our own country within sixty years’. I’m afraid they’ve been a minority for the last 1,500 years, ever since those invading Saxons arrived with their innate sense of rhythm and enormous john thomases to seduce our women and produce a nation of  half-breeds. There is of course an area of the UK where ‘indigenous folk’ are still a majority. So here’s your new slogan Nick: ‘British jobs for Welsh workers’. Should go down a bomb with the slope-skulls who support you. 

P.S. A final word from someone far more eloquent than I, Daniel Defoe:

‘I am far from thinking it is a satire upon the English nation to tell them they are derived from all the nations under heaven—that is, from several nations. Nor is it meant to undervalue the original of the English, for we see no reason to like them the worse, being the relics of Romans, Danes, Saxons, and Normans, than we should have done if they had remained Britons; that is, than if they had been all Welshmen. But the intent of the satire is pointed at the vanity of those who talk of their antiquity and value themselves upon their pedigree, their ancient families, and being true-born; whereas it is impossible we should be true-born, and if we could, should have lost by the bargain.

      ‘ These are the heroes that  …       

       rail at new-come foreigners so much, 

       Forgetting that themselves are all derived 

       From the most scoundrel race that ever lived; 

       A horrid crowd of rambling thieves and drones, 

       Who ransacked kingdoms and dispeopled towns, 

       The Pict and painted Briton, treacherous Scot, 

       By hunger, theft, and rapine hither brought; 

       Norwegian pirates, buccaneering Danes, 

       Whose red-haired offspring everywhere remains, 

       Who, joined with Norman-French, compound the breed 

       From whence your true-born Englishmen proceed. …

       ‘Thus from a mixture of all kinds began, 

       That heterogeneous thing an Englishman; 

       In eager rapes and furious lust begot, 

       Betwixt a painted Briton and a Scot; 

       Whose gendering offspring quickly learned to bow, 

       And yoke their heifers to the Roman plough; 

       From whence a mongrel half-bred race there came, 

       With neither name nor nation, speech nor fame;’

Click here to read the whole of Defoe’s poem The True-Born Englishman. http://www.luminarium.org/editions/trueborn.htm