A Journey into England

Living inside an indigenous enclave, completely surrounded by aliens, the experience can become surreal, necessitating a periodic escape into the home country.

Where I live, the number of indigenous people is constantly declining.  Of those who remain, the proportion who fall into degeneracy is steadily rising.  The enclave is completely surrounded by people from Pakistan and Bangladesh.  When travelling outside the immediate district, one is confronted with completely alien people, wearing their own national dress, speaking their own language, and even running their own businesses, employing only their own people, and in the majority of cases , not even bothering to display any information in English.  The local authority have made this situation worse by employing Pakistanis and Bangladeshis in the local offices and amenities; thus providing the outsiders not only with documents in languages other than English, but even people who speak their own language.  It is no surprise that the Pakistanis born in the area speak broken English with accents typical of the regions from which the community which is comprised of their extended families, originate.

Fortunately, I have friends and family outside the ghetto.  This weekend I visited Buckinghamshire to reconnect with my indigenous brethren.  I saw a few non-Europeans, but not many.  What struck me was the complete change in atmosphere.  Where I live, no-one makes eye-contact for fear of violent repercussions; in real England, I saw people smiling and exchanging pleasantries.  There were no signs in alien languages, and nowhere did I see young girls dressed as prostitutes.  The air smelt better; lacking the pungent aroma of cannabis, or the smell of fireworks announcing the new arrival of a heroin consignment.  I felt safe to explore the area, wandering away from the main roads and off into dark and isolated areas; the enclave is reasonably safe, but crossing into the surrounding alien-occupied area, one literally takes one's life into one's own hands.

Living inside an area which has been completely cut off from the home nation, has given me an insight into how the nation will be if the internationalist menace is not halted.  I can also appreciate to a limited extent, how the Jews in their ghettos felt; surrounded by people with whom they had no shared values or customs.  The desire for a Jewish homeland is natural (although the homeland should be Birobidjan, not Palestine), and so is the desire for an exclusively indigenous homeland for every people; Europeans included.  I do not have a problem with outsiders visiting, and indeed accept that it is good to exchange ideas with all people.  The problem arises when the outsiders are treated in a preferential manner to the indigenous population.  The unacceptable discrimination is driven by the Establishment, not by the outsiders, although they do take advantage of it.  In the manner of an opportunistic thief stealing an unguarded coat, so some of the outsiders have chosen to take the opportunity created by the anti-indigenous Establishment, to force their own ways on our nation, and by so doing to steal the country.

I visited London during my brief trip outside the enclave.  Whilst walking down Oxford street, I was accosted by people pushing leaflets demanding Sharia Law.  Perhaps unwisely, considering the Police State, I vocally explained my opposition to such a move.  In a free country, such discourse would be wholly acceptable to the State, but the UK is far from free.  In many ways, the Capital of the UK is comparable to where I live; with swarms of outsiders outnumbering the indigenous population who are forced to endure the alien-occupation in silence, or be beaten by Marxist thugs, and incarcerated by Police thugs.

All-in-all, my journey into an area of England which is still overwhelmingly indigenous, was a breath of fresh air.  The Christmas decorations were wholly Christian, the celebration of our culture was open, spontaneous and natural, and the few outsiders were not arrogant and over-bearing.  It was an eye-opener into just how much anti-European hatred we accept in our daily lives, and somewhat shaming for that.  England is a beautiful land, rich with culture and tradition.  If we continue to tolerate the erosion of our freedom, the harsh and unpleasant ghetto experience will become the norm.  It is time for Europeans to stop cringing under the heel of Cultural Marxism and to stop obeying the evil despotic laws of an Establishment and Monarchy which hates us, and would be better suited in Israel.  

We have sleep-walked into this mire.  It is time to awaken, and reject the tyrants.  The Serbian nation in alien-occupied Kosovo are fighting the NATO aggressors.  We haven't reached that stage yet, but if we do nothing, we will reach that stage soon enough.