Print this post Print this post

Raheem Kassam’s Enoch Was Right

1,473 words

Raheem Kassam
Enoch Was Right: ‘Rivers of Blood’ 50 Years On
Independently published, 2018

“Up like a rocket” is how Enoch Powell predicted his Birmingham speech would go on April 20th, 1968. And so it did. This, of course, was his “Rivers of Blood” speech, in which Powell warned of the catastrophic consequences of “new Commonwealth,” i.e., nonwhite, immigration to Britain, which had been going on for twenty years.

By comparison with the country today, the nonwhite faces were paltry, scarcely noticeable, but already their presence was disruptive. Famously, Caribbean blacks had rioted for several days in 1958 during the Notting Hill Carnival in London. Since that time, other disturbances and complaints of  “colour prejudice” had led to a series of Race Relations Acts, designed to suppress racial conflict but actually inciting it. With the Birmingham speech, the public for the first time saw a prominent MP belling a cat that no other politician had dared to approach.

The Birmingham speech was not only front-page news (astutely, Powell had circulated copies of it beforehand), but was immediately, resoundingly, popular throughout the country. Powell was cheered everywhere he went — particularly in working-class districts and among trade unionists.

He was “tipped,” as the London papers say, to be the next Prime Minister. Alas, that did not quite happen.

In a fit of colossal idiocy, or pearl-clutching panic, Conservative Party leader Edward Heath decided to sack Powell from his shadow cabinet. Supposedly, Heath was trying to defuse controversy. But you have to suspect he was really protecting his own flank from possible rivals, as he looked forward to his own hoped-for premiership (in 1970).

Regardless, wiser heads advised against giving Powell the boot. Margaret Thatcher told Heath,

“Just read the whole speech and think about it for a few days.” Heath replied, “No,” and said Powell had to go immediately. He did. (p. 256)

Eleven years later (1979) Thatcher herself rode the immigration issue to electoral victory. Although, as Powell predicted at the time, she never followed through.

Powell had a long Parliamentary career after 1968, in both the Conservatives and the Ulster Unionist Party, and when he died thirty years later it was full of honors and gushing eulogies. “One of the great figures of twentieth-century British politics,” said Tony Blair. This is sort of surprising to read today. Poet-scholar-politician Powell was widely esteemed then. In the twenty-plus years since, his popular image has faded into something else:

As memories of the living, breathing Enoch faded, he ceased, for most people, to be a human being and became instead a symbol — a symbol of irrational hostility to immigrants. By 2007, a Conservative parliamentary candidate in the West Midlands was forced to stand down after asserting, in a newspaper, that Enoch “was right.” (p. 280)

This trim little book is a pleasure to read, because the author clearly loves his subject and seldom strays from his thesis. On every page, this way or that, Kassam hammers in that point again and again: Powell in 1968 was perfectly correct. About the doubling, tripling, quadrupling of nonwhites, both immigrants and native-born, in Britain in the near future. He was right about the pressure on public services that this would bring, and the discomfort and displacement of English people from neighborhoods and employment opportunity. Powell once quoted, approvingly, a constituent who said that the black man would eventually have the “whip hand” over the white. Recent events suggest that this goal has now been attained and surpassed.

As befits a professional journalist (formerly of Breitbart London and Human Events) Raheem Kassam writes succinctly, with a copyeditor’s eye. We get short paragraphs of easily digestible, butter-like prose. He gives us the whole “Rivers of Blood” speech at the front of the book (most people have read only snatches of it), and then readily requotes relevant passages where pertinent. No back-flipping or endnote referencing needed!

He also gives us a pop-historiographical profile of the post-1968 Powell. There is an extensive interview with Nigel Farage, who first met Enoch Powell during Farage’s schooldays at Dulwich College. This touches on Thatcher’s admiration for Powell, and how she drew support away from the National Front during her first election as Prime Minister in 1979. And of course, the idea of Enoch Powell as the godfather to UKIP, since Powell’s one undeniable and successful legacy is the belief that Britain must withdraw from the European Union.

Kassam excerpts some shrewd and revealing passages from TV interviews with David Frost and Michael Cockerell (whom he spells Cockerill, apparently confusing him with the Australian football writer). In both cases, the interviewers seek to corner Powell with “gotcha” questions about “Rivers of Blood.” Haughtily and sinuously, Powell tells them to go jump in a lake.

Cockerell’s questioning is part of a 1995 documentary called Odd Man Out: A Film Portrait of Enoch Powell. At one point he asks Powell to agree that the 1968 speech was “inflammatory and could be used by people who were racialists, against black people in this country.” And Powell replies, “What’s wrong with racism? Racism is the basis of nationality.” (p. 205)

Years earlier (1969) David Frost repeatedly pestered Powell about possible regrets the MP might have had:

FROST: . . .You’re almost saying you don’t really think you’ve made a real mistake, you’ve really done anything wrong.

POWELL: Ah, now you’ve pushed me in a corner. That sounds too self-satisfied, doesn’t it? All right, well, I’ll have to be self-satisfied.

That line drew the largest and longest applause of the entire grueling interview, as well as a chorus of laughter. (pp. 153-154)

One of Kassam’s more penetrating observations is that the original Race Relations Act (this was 1965) was self-defeating, as it increased instances of supposed discrimination. “Instead of creating a mechanism by which to deter discrimination . . . it created an industry.” (p. 213) He quotes from a book by Russell Lewis, Anti-Racism: A Mania Exposed, listing multiple instances of preposterous “discrimination” claims. For example, a doctor in the South of England advertising for “Scottish daily help” who could cook porridge for a Scottish family. And a Pakistani gentleman who specifically sought an “English lodger” because he wanted to teach his children English!

What is Kassam’s personal interest in the racial problem?  He gives us an anecdote. When he was a boy of 15 (this would be about 20 years ago) he was going to play football with some friends, and had his mother drop him off at a bus stop in Hayes, west of London. His mother warned him to watch out for black people.

“Don’t be a racist,” I snapped back at my mother.

A few hours later I returned home, sweating and white as a sheet. On the top deck of the bus through Harrow, I had been mugged by three black men who took my CD player, my case of 50 CDs, my mobile phone, and all my money spare the two pounds I slipped into my left sock when they weren’t looking.

He could probably expand on this theme, but doesn’t, because the book is not about Raheem Kassam. He himself is of Indian background, though his parents were born in Tanzania. For many decades, Indians were a kind of “model minority” community in England: quiet, hard-working, self-contained, not the sort to mug you on omnibuses. But nowadays, in journalistic and political parlance, they’re grouped generically with other Subcontinentals as “Asians,” or worse.

It all reminds me of the time the writer Bill Hopkins took me out to dinner at an Indian restaurant in his North Kensington neighborhood (across the street, in fact, because Bill seldom strayed far from home). Somehow our conversation turned to the dissolution of the Empire. Bill’s eyes lit up, much as Enoch Powell’s are said to have done, when the topic was India. “You must understand, India was part of us!” And then went on about how losing India, losing the bond with the Indians, was the greatest tragedy of the whole mess.

This seems to have been a widespread sentiment among Englishmen of earlier generations, and one that Kassam has absorbed by osmosis. The Britain he loves and wants is the Hopkins version, where the Englishman and Indian eye each other with friendship and mutual respect, and do not regard Commonwealth immigrants as all of a piece.

Quite understandable, and one can easily sympathize. But I suspect this widespread respect for worthy, brown Orientals was really a “gateway drug” for British passivity, while the country was inundated by the less worthy ones — be they brown or black.

If you want to support our work, please send us a donation by going to our Entropy page and selecting “send paid chat.” Entropy allows you to donate any amount from $3 and up. All comments will be read and discussed in the next episode of Counter-Currents Radio, which airs every Friday.

Don’t forget to sign up for the twice-monthly email Counter-Currents Newsletter for exclusive content, offers, and news.

 

7 Comments

  1. Vehmgericht
    Posted June 16, 2020 at 9:54 am | Permalink

    The national funeral pyre is being heaped ever higher!

    A Guardian commentator has today enjoined that Britain requires a national Truth and Reconciliation Commission to apportion blame, mete punishment and furnish restitution for her historical misdeeds under the banner of Empire.

    And who would dare suggest that the inquest stop there? Are there not many deplorable instances of Pogroms and Expulsions in the Early Modern and Medieval epochs of British history that warrant equally full contrition and expiation? Are the very Dark Ages so untainted and lily-white as many complacently believe?

    I think it quite likely, in the present gallop towards abject capitulation, that something along these lines will indeed be set up by Boris Johnson. The UK will have to undergo a decades-long hauling over the coals of radical conscience before she can be admitted to join with South Africa in the virtuous circle of nations that are attaining post-racial harmony.

  2. Vauquelin
    Posted June 16, 2020 at 12:15 pm | Permalink

    Those who still can’t see the writing on the wall, even half a century after Powell, are a lost cause. The horde is out for your blood, white man, and they won’t settle for anything less.

  3. Servant of Gla'aki
    Posted June 16, 2020 at 4:50 pm | Permalink

    In a fit of colossal idiocy, or pearl-clutching panic, Conservative Party leader Edward Heath decided to sack Powell from his shadow cabinet.

    Heath was never on our side, so it wasn’t idiocy, or cowardice. His job was to help destroy Great Britain, so firing Powell was actually somewhat astute.

    • margot metroland
      Posted June 18, 2020 at 3:49 am | Permalink

      Re Heath sacking Powell as “idiocy”: I was thinking purely of its possible negative effects on the Conservatives’ chances in the 1970 election. Ill-advised, as Thatcher said. As it happened, Heath got to be PM anyway—in large part, ironically enough, because of the popularly of Powell and an electoral swing to the Tories.

      As Kassam points out (sorry I didn’t mention this), Powell got his own back by switching to the Ulster Unionists in 1974 and telling people to vote Labour, the anti-EEC party. Which they did.

  4. Right_On
    Posted June 16, 2020 at 9:14 pm | Permalink

    Re “Englishman and Indian eye each other with friendship and mutual respect, and do not regard Commonwealth immigrants as all of a piece.” :

    Apparently the first wave of Indian immigrants to the UK were surprised and horrified to be regarded by whites as no better than blacks as Indians were (they still are I assure you) pretty damned “racist” themselves.
    They had a point. The now-toxic idea of an Aryan race – that is of a commonality between Indo-European peoples – could unite groups that a pure white nationalism would divide asunder.
    Has our esteemed editor Greg Johnson ever considered the idea?

    • Lord Shang
      Posted June 19, 2020 at 4:22 pm | Permalink

      Despite the preservationist aspirations of the Hindu caste system, Indians today are far more Dravidian than Aryan. Many Latinos are substantially white. American Africans, moreover, are, on average, about a quarter white. They have produced such stellar conservative {not} patriots {not} as Obama and Colin Kaepernick.

      While we can make some exceptions at the genetic margins (I know a fine pro-white patriot who is part Mexican, with perhaps 10% Amerindian blood; many Old Stock Americans have some ancestral Amerindian in them, too; I once met a strong racialist whose colonial great-grandfather had married a Hong Kong Chinese, making this guy 1/8 Oriental, and it did slightly show), as a general rule, our concern must be to preserve the white race, and the purer, whiter, more Nordic, the genomes being reproduced, the better. Perhaps some version of the One Drop Rule needs to be resurrected, one qualified by the old saw that “if a man looks white, acts white, and fights white, he’s white!”

  5. Posted June 17, 2020 at 11:10 am | Permalink

    Anyone who grew up in and around London from the 1960s to now, as I did, can see the appalling effects black culture has had on that city. Parts of it are no-go zones for any white person. A secondary problem is that of the type of mimicry you see in the animal kingdom, where animals not given defences by nature mimic more aggressive and dangerous animals. In London, this means white boys learning to talk and act and think like blacks because they see the untouchability of the latter. I moved to the third world to escape the city of my birth, and would never go back.

Post a Comment

Your email is never published nor shared.
 
Comments are moderated. If you don't see your comment, please be patient. If approved, it will appear here soon. Do not post your comment a second time.
 
Required fields are marked *

You may use these HTML tags and attributes: <a href="" title=""> <abbr title=""> <acronym title=""> <b> <blockquote cite=""> <cite> <code> <del datetime=""> <em> <i> <q cite=""> <s> <strike> <strong>

*
*

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.

  • Our Titles

    White Identity Politics

    The World in Flames

    The White Nationalist Manifesto

    From Plato to Postmodernism

    The Gizmo

    Return of the Son of Trevor Lynch's CENSORED Guide to the Movies

    Toward a New Nationalism

    The Smut Book

    The Alternative Right

    My Nationalist Pony

    Dark Right: Batman Viewed From the Right

    The Philatelist

    Novel Folklore

    Confessions of an Anti-Feminist

    East and West

    Though We Be Dead, Yet Our Day Will Come

    White Like You

    The Homo and the Negro, Second Edition

    Numinous Machines

    Venus and Her Thugs

    Cynosura

    North American New Right, vol. 2

    You Asked For It

    More Artists of the Right

    Extremists: Studies in Metapolitics

    Rising

    The Importance of James Bond

    In Defense of Prejudice

    Confessions of a Reluctant Hater (2nd ed.)

    The Hypocrisies of Heaven

    Waking Up from the American Dream

    Green Nazis in Space!

    Truth, Justice, and a Nice White Country

    Heidegger in Chicago

    The End of an Era

    Sexual Utopia in Power

    What is a Rune? & Other Essays

    Son of Trevor Lynch's White Nationalist Guide to the Movies

    The Lightning & the Sun

    The Eldritch Evola

    Western Civilization Bites Back

    New Right vs. Old Right

    Lost Violent Souls

    Journey Late at Night: Poems and Translations

    The Non-Hindu Indians & Indian Unity

    Baader Meinhof ceramic pistol, Charles Kraaft 2013

    Jonathan Bowden as Dirty Harry

    The Lost Philosopher, Second Expanded Edition

    Trevor Lynch's A White Nationalist Guide to the Movies

    And Time Rolls On

    The Homo & the Negro

    Artists of the Right

    North American New Right, Vol. 1

    Some Thoughts on Hitler

    Tikkun Olam and Other Poems

    Under the Nihil

    Summoning the Gods

    Hold Back This Day

    The Columbine Pilgrim

    Confessions of a Reluctant Hater

    Taking Our Own Side

    Toward the White Republic

    Distributed Titles

    Reuben

    The Node

    The New Austerities

    Morning Crafts

    The Passing of a Profit & Other Forgotten Stories

    Gold in the Furnace

    Defiance