With impeccable timing, the IPCC informed the panting Sky newscasters that the ‘firearm found at the scene hadn’t been fired’, just as Sky were preparing their nightly ‘roll-up, roll-up, all the fun of the fair’ broadcast of ‘yoof, just like you’ proudly carrying their new freebie 52” Plasma TVs home, unhindered by the Police.

It is hard to imagine a more irresponsibly curtailed news bulletin.

Nobody bothered to point out that the mini-cab driver had been exonerated of involvement and was ‘shaken by what he had witnessed’, which left the inescapable conclusion that the firearm could only have belonged to the saintly Mark Duggan…nor did anyone query whether it was reasonable to give the impression by default that Mark Duggan had died unfairly – do we really expect our Police to wait until they are fired at, by a man they are trying to arrest for gun crimes, who is currently holding a loaded firearm?

Sky was rewarded with another night of rioting to fill the rolling news…

I lived in the heart of Brixton through both the ’81 and the ’85 riots. I had arrived there after both a Quaker education in England and before that schooling in New Zealand. Segregated schooling, I might add, since there was no way in which we ‘white kids’ could possibly compete with the agile brains of the Maori kids.

I was thus hopelessly unsuited for the role of ‘racist’. Any notion I had of colour prejudice was coloured (sic) by the knowledge that I was infinitely inferior to those with brown skin when faced with the task of working out the square root of ‘x’ in my head.

It took ten years of life in Brixton to knock that unfashionable view clean out of my skull. By the time I left I was spitting ‘black bastards’ along with the rest of the dwindling white community.

Fortunately I moved to Mildenhall where I had copious contact with that entirely different species which comprises the black US military community – then I finally understood that it was not being black which qualified you to be a ‘bastard’, it was being a young black Jamaican reared in the heady atmosphere of the Socialist Worker’s Party daily broadcasts pointing out how disadvantaged you were.

In short, ‘black bastard’ only applied to a very narrow band of the immigrant population.

I had worked seven days a week, and saved, and avoided spending any florin that came my way, by all means possible, for seven years in order to build up the pot of £13,000 which was the princely sum demanded for a tottering pile of Georgian brickwork in the heart of Brixton. It was my pride and joy. Not for its investment value, but for the home which no one could take away from me – I had, as they say, a difficult childhood, hadn’t actually laid claim to having a ‘home’ anywhere since I was eight.

I loved the atmosphere of Brixton with its street markets; the music pumping out of my neighbour’s houses and shops that you would hear nowhere else in London; the fact that the local shoe shops were full of size seven shoes – eight, nine and ten too! Shoe nirvana for me…

My friends were both black and white. The black variety were first generation Windrush immigrants, some of the hardest workers God ever invented, and like me, determined to pull themselves out of the hole life had left them in. We worked hard and played hard – many nights spent playing backgammon in various cafes or dancing in the many clubs.

1981 changed all that virtually overnight. Suddenly the streets were full of black teenagers linking arms across the pavements to force me, or any other white person, to walk in the gutter. The abuse wasn’t yet openly expressed, but the atmosphere had changed. Within weeks the muggings had started, then the ‘steaming’ – gangs of 20 or 30 overwhelming shop keepers and walking out with entire racks of leather jackets or hundreds of pairs of Levi jeans. The street markets had become a danger zone, not somewhere to idle away an hour or so. You could no longer be seen in the clubs – not as a white girl if you had any sense of decency.

My house was burgled. I didn’t have a lot – but it had gone. I acquired an Alsatian who lived in the garden. During the ’85 riots, the Police, in an early example of ‘kettling’, had corralled the rioting teenagers in a square at the back of the house. The only way out of that square was by scaling garden walls and breaking into one of our row of houses. The landlord of our local pub had been rescued in the nick of time by police, tied to a chair and doused with petrol, in one of his upstairs rooms.

I went to bed that night with a wood chopping axe under the pillow and the Alsatian by my side. It was terrifying. I had learnt to fear my neighbours.

I was burgled again. An opportunist thief; passport, jewellery, gold lighter, that sort of thing. The police arrived and I was suitably middle class and non-judgemental. Made them a cup of tea, calmly gave them a list of what was missing, failed to repeat the unsourced rumour that a young black man had been seen poking his head over the garden wall – it might have had nothing to do with the burglary. The Alsatian was chomping merrily on an enormous bone – animal unfortunately, not the burglars…

A friend brought round a new animal for my menagerie. Non-susceptible to bribery by bone.  A Goose. I called him Honky. I had to catch him every week and persuade him into the bath to clean his feathers, Brixton wasn’t the natural habitat for a Goose. Honky hissing, honking and flapping his wings proved a deterrent for all of two weeks.

I was burgled yet again – this time in broad daylight, from the main road side of the house, they had taken the front door clean off its hinges and left it lying in the hallway; three lanes of traffic streaming past in each direction, a bus stop right outside – and they had stripped the entire house of furniture, even dismantling a huge mahogany bed.

The same two policemen attended the scene. There was nowhere for them to sit, no kettle to make them tea, no nice middle class girl to explain the situation – just a screaming foul mouthed racist fishwife…. They barely recognised me!

The insurance money paid for a tiny cottage in Suffolk, and Honky and I moved out – thanks to the burglaries, all my possessions fitted into a small van – along with Honky in a sack. I had nothing left, no means of earning a living in Suffolk, no hope of selling the house in Brixton.

A few days later, Honky appeared looked bedraggled in the garden, surrounded by white feathers. I thought a fox had got him until I noticed what appeared to be a hernia – I called the local vet, thinking he had been injured in the sack. Old Mr Annear came out and peered intently at Honky.

‘That b’ain’t be a hernia, that be a bollock, an’ that b’ain’t be a Goose that be a Gander’ he said, ‘an’ he be pining for Mother Caldwell’s Goose o’er the river, m’ dear’.

It took me years to get over my reputation as a daft Londoner who didn’t know a Goose from a Gander; but the last Honky to leave Brixton in despair, and I, did finally rebuild our life. I turned the cottage into a tea rooms, and then bed and breakfast, then hired rowing boats out to anyone brave enough to step along the riverbank past Honky…

There will be many people facing a similar future today, having lost everything courtesy of that band of ‘black bastards’ who believe all the Trotskyist rubbish about their entitlement to everything they want with no effort on their part.

Many of the ‘losers’ will be of the same heritage, the same origins, as the ‘black bastards’ – and will be totally baffled at the mindset of the looters and rioters.

They are the proud Jamaicans who worked hard, studied even harder, occasionally found time to play hard.  It’s tough getting up for work at 5am every day when your next door neighbour is a drug dealer who holds noisy parties until 4am – but they persevere. They entrusted their children to the tender mercies of the state education system. More fool them – they’d have been better off putting their children on the nearest banana boat and shipping them back to Jamaica, where they would have had a completely black police force that understood their ‘culture’, a completely black teaching profession that understood their ‘needs’ – and shot on sight with real bullets if they had even thought of looting.

Is it too late? Can we put this shower of morons on a banana boat as an act of human kindness and send them back to Jamaica for a few years to immerse themselves in their ‘cultural needs’? I imagine their parents would be as grateful as the rest of us.

*Honky died in 1986 following an unfortunate amorous misunderstanding with a well and truly spoken for and proudly heterosexual Swan cob…….

Elena ‘andcart
August 11, 2011 at 10:35

Well, if we hadn’t all been afraid to say, “Black Bastards”, for so long,
things might have turned out different.

I also once lived among Afro Caribbean Army families, and there was nothing
Bastard about them. In fact they always gave the best parties. Fortunately I
lived next door to one such family so I always got invited.

Anna
Raccoon August 11, 2011 at 10:38

Quite so!

john malpas August 11, 2011 at 00:54

)Of course if the English hadn’t given up procreation much of this wouldn’t
have happenred.

Joe Public August 10, 2011 at 21:21

Great posting again Anna.

“…….. do we really expect our Police to wait until they are fired at,
……..”

I’m no lawyer, but I think they can open fire if they believe
they’re in danger.

Hence, Duggan didn’t have to actually pull a trigger to be lawfully shot
dead.

BTW, has anybody else noticed that out Beloved BBC now uses the
prettier-when-he-was-younger, more photogenic picture of the Yardie, rather
than the bling-laden, defiant-posturing photo?

JuliaM August
11, 2011 at 05:46

Yes, they don’t have to be fired on first. That would be a nonsense.

JuliaM August
11, 2011 at 05:47

And that photo isn’t much better than the FaceBook one. Or is it only me
that itches to slap the sullen expression off his face?

ex reader August 10, 2011 at 20:55

BRING BACK HANGING E-PETITION?

WHAT THE FUCK?

STATE SPONSORED MURDER.

You have lost a reader forever!

Anna
Raccoon August 10, 2011 at 21:24

I think you might be on the wrong blog Petal…… ain’t no bring back
hanging e-petition around these parts……

Gloria Smudd
August 10, 2011 at 21:51

Um … well, actually … I saw it too when the blog first came up. It was
in the advertising bit right at the top (inviting me to join Sky now).

Poss not an ex
reader then! August 11, 2011 at
07:24

Top of the page on the ad banner. I take it this is just an ad you have
no control over?

Lost all my faith for a second!

Anna
Raccoon August 11, 2011 at
08:20

Not only do I not have any control over which ads are placed there –
I can’t see them myself, I get different ads in France.
Thanks you
for understanding.
As a Quaker, I have no interest in taking
anybody’s life – including those of the mentally incapacitated for whom
the decision is made that they wish to take ‘their own’ life. Something
I have campaigned against for many years.

Poss not an ex
reader then! August 11, 2011 at
08:29

I thought it was a bit out of character!

thanks for clearing up.

Cascadian August 10, 2011 at 20:26

Superb writing.

Your comparison of USAF Mildenhall blacks to Brixton Jamaican blacks is a
clear indictment of the failed socialist mentality of encouraging community
characteristics of indolence and illegality against the well ordered and
disciplined airmen.

Once again britains immigration, education, and justice systems are
revealed as totally bereft of the idea of personal responsibility, anybody can
live a comfortable life of indolence and illegality without censure provided
you have the correct skin colour in your socialist paradise. Politicians of
the calibre of Ed Milliband, Theresa May and Ken Clarke ensure that the
problem will persist for the poor while making strenuous efforts not to
inflict the scourge on their bien-pensant communities.

The problem of indolent blacks (and whites) is well aired in this humourous
clip-whilst it is obviously humour, like all the best humour it is based in
peoples everyday real experiences. Chris Rock-fi.fi.fo.figger, I surely hate a
nigger. Language warning.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f3PJF0YE-x4

As to a solution, I have none, unless we want to herd the underclass
(listen carefully Chris Rock makes the point that there are white niggers)
into disciplinary camps and work them hard until an attitude adjustment is
evident, that would surely be unacceptable to the majority. That leaves but
one option, move far away from the feckless, remove your earnings and taxes
from their system and leave them to rot in their lawless ghettoes, and pity
those that are left amongst them.

JuliaM August
11, 2011 at 05:46

I could watch that Chris Rock clip over and over and over again…

permanentexpat
August 10, 2011 at 18:17

10-20 years ago their parents were exactly what their progeny are today…we
seem to have forgotten that.

JuliaM August 10,
2011 at 17:40

“I imagine their parents would be as grateful as the rest of
us.”

/applause

2Mac August 10, 2011 at 16:42

Thank you Anna, It is on the tip of everyone tongue.

Tell a man he is oppressed, it’s not his fault, society excludes him and he
will have a chip on his shoulder forever. This is the fault of the political
left. Always looking for new recruits to the marxist cause.

It is the fault of Guardian Reading Marxists like Unite Against Fascism,
Labour Party, Politically Correct Councils and all main stream political
parties (Especially that fucker Ken Livingston) that this situation has
evolved to the sorry state we are viewing on out TV screens.

Banning the Disciplining Children at home & school, banning blaming
Ethnic Communities for churning out feral youth with no parental guidance,
Stopping Police from taking action against Ethnic youths even though they are
most likely to be committing crimes, Labour councils creating sink estates
were the highest aspiration is to be a crack dealer or a pimp and nobody has
ever paid tax, Community Leaders being elected on the basis of defending the
community not improving the community, etc, etc. RAGE RAGE

Ed Miliband you mealy mouthed mumbling fuckwitt, Take Note! These people
were not created due to 1 year or Tory Government. They were created by 14
years of Labour policy.

Adam
Collyer August 10, 2011 at 22:08

Nope. They were created by 40 years of Labour AND Conservative
policy.

2Mac August 11, 2011 at 00:16

Fair point. I was talking specifically about the current rioters but
yes the political class has let down the entire society.

Cascadian
August 11, 2011 at 03:37

“They were created by 40 years of Labour AND Conservative policy.”
……..

Correct, but if you plot most of the riot areas on an elections map you
will find they have consistemtly elected liebour MP’s and liebour
councils. The decisions on where and how local money was spent was in the
hands of liebour for the most part.

Socialism is the disease that caused this indolent society.

Timac August 10, 2011 at 15:36

I spent a good portion of my youth in Mildenhall. It’s a very weird place,
isn’t it?

Cascadian August 10, 2011 at 20:35

I was involved in a vehicle accident nearby Mildenhall, a coach
overturned into a water-filled ditch. Luckily there were no serious
injuries, but very many minor bumps, scrapes and minor broken bones that
would have overwhelmed the local NHS emergency ward. We were transported to
USAF Mildenhall and given very quick, polite and expert triage care.

I have been very favourably disposed to the USA ever since.

permanentexpat
August 10, 2011 at 15:19

Great posting, Anna….tragic, (very black) humourous, disturbing in spades
& redolent of the utter despair we all feel.
It should not be lost on
your readers that all you have described can & should be applied to the
other end of the paraste class as Richard rightly calls it: our ruling,
greedy, mendacious & meretricious elite whose continuing forays into our
pockets is nothing short of obscene. They have robbed & disadvantaged us
to an extent far beyond the capabilities of the scum trashing our cities at
the moment.
When the day of reckoning finally comes I hope that ‘the
quality of mercy’ plays no part in the justified retribution.

Observer August 10, 2011 at 15:04

I think it would be fitting for those enthusiastic proponents of mass
immigration who typically inhabit the leafy mews of places like Hampstead and
Highgate to be permanently relocated to the ghettos they’ve created in south
and east London, to live out the rest of their lives juxtaposed with the
cultures they’ve been so keen for us all to embrace. Seriously! We must all
work towards this end, in the interests of fairness and justice.

Spiral Architect
August 10, 2011 at 13:56

Soft policing – forced on the nation by well-meaning ignoramuses, arrogant
Fabians, angry revolutionary dickheads and evil careerist ‘socialists’ – has
brought Britain to this nadir.

If Cameron does not stand up for the diligent, tax-paying, law-abiding,
responsible parents and other such citizens then he is doomed………and so are the
rest of us.

ADVICE FOR MR. CAMERON

All that needs to be done is this – assert that the primary duties of the
police are to ‘protect life and property’, and that is precisely what they
will be instructed to WITHOUT FEAR OR FAVOUR;

> say he was wrong about cuts in numbers of front-line police,

> wrong to include them in pension cuts

> say that they will get new equipment, including 30″ batons, and their
paperwork related to ‘diversity’ and ‘OHS’ will be dropped

> PCSOs will be terminated – they may be offered jobs as proper
constables if they’re good enough

> clear the stations of officers working as ‘support staff’ who just
seem to want 9-to-5 jobs (most of them women actually)

> fire any careerist Blairite, fawning ACPO members who have forgotten
that Robert Peel even existed, and replace them with old school inspectors and
superintendents

> tell Theresa May that if Bill Bratton is not in London by X’mas then
she will become Minister for the Olympics

> IPCC radicals and ‘community leaders’ will be offered the opportunity
to state openly that they support robust efforts to restore the authority of
the police, or they can go and fuck themselves – because quite clearly
‘policing by consent’ has failed and it’s time to try a ‘different
approach’

> then tell van Rompuy that he can stick his Convention of Human Rights
up his jacksy, and instruct the head of UK Border Agency that he has 12 months
to get rid of all illegal immigrants who have been convicted of indictable
offences

> fire Ken Clarke and appoint a new Justice Minister – telling him to
build more prisons and to ensure that they get filled (with guilty people
instead of letting them off with fines they don’t pay and community orders
they never discharge).

> government policy must be tough on crimes against property –
particularly burglaries. Spot fines for anti-social behaviour will cease.

> for good measure amend the Criminal Justice Act of 1993 to include a
provision for jailing any individual for a bare minimum of 10yrs should they
be convicted of 3 indictable offences.

> if at all possible make it an offence to be a member of a proscribed
gang

> probation officers to be told, do your job or become social
workers

> tell the BBC that if they’re not with you, they’re against you and you
will see them at licence fee negotiating time. Tell them you will be
impervious to all criticism from yoghurt-knitting liberals because THIS IS
WHAT THE VOTERS REALLY WANT………to feel safe, to see bad people punished for
doing bad things, to see hard-work rewarded and for there to be fairness in
society.

That should sort out crime and punishment.

Then Duncan-Smith and Gove can get to work on welfare and schools –
restoring corporal punishment if they feel like it – and I can give you
another list for them if you like.

Single Acts Of Tyranny August 10, 2011 at 15:05

In fairness SAOT knows a rather yummy young female PCSO. She might be
quite hopeless at policing riots, but I reckon she could persuade me to do
just* about anything.

(*Happily as I age somewhat, my 40 something libido gives me gentle
nudges that my re-engaged brain can resist, where as the 20 something
equivalent was a raging monster damning me to do its will and brain was AWOL
for the decade).

Ed P August 10, 2011 at 13:49

“The last Honky to leave Brixton” – priceless prose again Anna!

Ciaran
Rehill August 10, 2011 at 13:10

There were few West Indians in the SWP in Brixton in 81/85.

Prodicus August
10, 2011 at 12:55

Superb.

boulay August 10, 2011 at 12:42

i am not a racist but would define myself as a culturalist if such a term
exists! i do not care if someone is black or white or yellow if they behave
well and want to contribute to society in a broadly positive way in line with
what i see as a vague judaeo-christian/anglo-saxon way that respects work,
manners, self-reliance and stoicism in the face of adversity. i respect the
huge numbers of indian origin children striving to be doctors, lawyers or
accountants.

what i despise however is a certain culture and it is “black-culture”. it
is a celebration of the brainless, sexist, violent, money for nothing, world
owes me a favour, i want to be rich without actually having to work my ass off
for it world. it is bad clothes, naff cars, loud shit music glorifying bitches
and hoes and guns. there is absolutely NO element of it which is intelligent,
charming, stylish or will help to elevate its followers out of the
ghetto/gutter. for christ’s sake those that are part of this “black culture”
cannot even speak properly – bruvver, innit, etc

my black friends at school were every bit as bright (if not more so) as me.
they spoke correct english and wanted to be lawyers/bankers/doctors.

you see whole groups of white kids trying to be “black”. it is the race to
the bottom, tribal, violent and unintellectual.

2Mac August 10, 2011 at 17:37

Scientific Racism, the belief that people are physically
superior/inferior surely no longer exists. Everyone is equal genetically but
they are not all given the same parenting, cultural values, work ethic nor
discipline

The reality that specific groups can be identified as being more involved
in certain practices is not racial stereotyping it is simply statistical
fact.

Policing must be determined by REALITY not Ideological bias. It may not
be nice but it is true.

The Lefties must accept that ethnic people are more likely to be involved
in Riots, Looting, Crimes. A small proportion of the population make up the
highest proportion of the criminals. Watching the news of the Riots nobody
will mention in the (African) Elephant in the room.

The cause of this may be complicated but responsibility for Social
mobility is not with the police. They must uphold the Law. Equally. Anyone
and Everyone who breaks it must be dealt with the same. No excuses. No
explanations.

It is the job of councils and politicians to stop flooding our inner
cities with people from foreign lands and allow those here to assimilate,
gain an education.

It is an invasion, house by house, street by street, city by city. Funded
by the tax payer, exploited by lawless.

We either want a county to become a war zone of 3rd world behavior and
values or we want a country of British people holding British Values.

You cannot have both. You cannot be both.

Immigration should be like urine in a swimming pool. You know it happens,
you accept it is part of live. But you should not be able to see it or
notice it. Little and often is the way to exchange people.

1 Million people into the country in a decade is not the way to go as we
can see on the News.

Anna
Raccoon August 10, 2011 at
17:56

Strange isn’t it? Nobody has a problem with identifying Carp and Swan
theft from our rivers with Eastern Europeans, we hear nothing about not
tarring an entire community with a few rotten apples….indeed we hear how
Carp consumption is a cultural normality…….

berenike August 11, 2011 at 08:10

Yummy yummy!

Don’t the British eat carp?

Gildas the Monk
August 10, 2011 at 12:22

Exactly! The struggle for the soul of Britain is not about the colour of
the citzens skin, but the values they will hold