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The Blackface Bard

Hardly a week passes without the British public being informed of something, and it’s always the same thing; another famous historical figure foolishly believed to be white was in fact black. This time, the race grifters have gone for gold, changing the racial profile of the greatest playwright in history. That’s right, white folks; William Shakespeare was black. And there’s more. The Bard of Avon wasn’t just a black man, she was a black woman.

This all started in 2023, when an academic named Elizabeth Winkler (any relation to Henry Winkler, who played the Fonz in Happy Days?) wrote a book titled Shakespeare Was a Woman and Other Heresies. The book’s thesis was that the Bard of Avon was in fact the Bird of Avon. Will Shakespeare was not a bald glove-maker’s son from Stratford at all, but in fact a female poet named Emilia Bassano. Right-of-center critics pointed out the book’s weak argument, but Ms. Winkler was able to play the feminist privilege card. With a powerhouse publisher behind her—Simon & Schuster—she knew that no mainstream journalist would give a bad review to a feminist who wanted to trash English culture. The strength of the argument didn’t matter; the iconoclasm did.

Now, there is a legitimate academic debate concerning Shakespeare’s identity. Was he one person or several, as with the debate over Homer? Was he really Christopher Marlowe in disguise? Was he Sir Walter Raleigh? There is a notorious lack of information about the Swan of Avon’s life, and so academics are perfectly entitled to their conjectures. But Shakespeare being a woman wasn’t enough for the crazy-gang of “historians” currently getting all the academic attention. New “research” claims that Shakespeare was a black woman, or a “woman of color” (to use the cretinous phrase insisted on because blacks don’t like being called “black”). That’s right. Those of you who know Shakespeare’s sonnets will know all about the mysterious “Dark Lady” who appears in the verses. Well, now we are being told that Shakespeare himself was a dark lady.

Irene Coslet has published a new book called The Real Shakespeare: Emilia Bassano Willoughby. The author describes herself as a “feminist historian,” although she does not have Ms. Winkler’s advantage of a world-famous publishing house behind her. Pen and Sword Books, who published Ms. Coslet’s book, feature the following titles on their roster: Nazi Anatomy Lessons, 200 Years of British Train Development, and Roman Emperors and Their Illnesses. Despite being in this maverick publishing stable, Ms. Coslet’s thesis is being pushed by the mainstream media purely because they like to goad white people by claiming that their culture is no longer theirs.

There is something pathological and obsessive about the current need to deprive white people of their culture. It’s reminiscent of a small child in a playground who wants another child’s toy, and so takes it. He doesn’t do so simply to have the toy for himself. He also enjoys the fact that the other child can’t have it. Blacks are pretty much history’s losers, cultural failures outside of very narrow limits, mostly in entertainment. But we are constantly told that, in fact, these often vulgar, loud, violent and unpleasant people—at least, those among them who have not learned to act white—were actually the architects of that very history. It is nonsense on stilts, of course, but if you are an academic now, you had better fall in line with this crap. For those of us tethered to the real world, the facts are somewhat different. This is the actual misinformation we are always warned about.

We know that many blacks are only really any good at crime, talking very loudly (sometimes disguised as “rap music”), sportsball, running (often from the police), and occasionally the trumpet. Apart from that, a large section of the “black community” are a waste of time and space, expensive to police, and really just a massive and dangerous pain in the arse. And yet, according to academia, they invented everything from the wheel to the internet. All the prized Western music and art and literature was produced by black genius. In the UK, there were black Victorians, Tudors, and Romans. Like Forrest Gump or Woody Allen’s Zelig, black people turn up everywhere in history.

This is the ethnic version of the “Bridgerton Effect.” This was named for a TV series which affected British culture down to the level of dress and manners. It normalized Edwardianism. The gross over-representation of blacks (but no other ethnic group) in history is an attempt to normalize the idea that whites are the British ethnos that doesn’t quite fit in. And the BBC and their ilk are happy to push this historical blackwashing because they believe they are helping black people. So, the reasoning runs, every time we cast a black Jane Austen, one less black boy stabs another to death in south London. This is a good example of what Plato called “spurious” or “bastard” reasoning. The BBC have just been criticized in a new report for “shoe-horning” blacks into TV roles, but the BBC won’t stop doing it. They will just cry racism. That’s probably in their contractual job requirements. You regularly see blacks in the media, informing us that they are history’s shapers, not us white oppressors. They are changing history, or trying to, by changing its context. This context used to be white exceptionalism, now it is the same thing, but in black.

Context is everything with race, at all levels. Picture this; you see a young black man with a baseball bat. If he is walking out to bat for your team, and hopefully crack a home run into the bleachers, good for you. If you are in an underground car-park, and you see a young black man with a baseball bat, it might well be very bad for you. Context.

Very little of worth has come from blacks, and that isn’t meant with malice. They didn’t, they couldn’t, produce a Shakespeare of their own, so they took another child’s toy. It won’t wash with normal people, of course. It will satisfy a few smug academics and the BBC, and everyone else will go on as normal. Who reads Shakespeare anyway in modern England? But that isn’t the point. The point is he is iconic. Everyone over a certain age knows his name along with those of Churchill and David Beckham. So, believe Shakespeare was a black woman, by all means. We whites will continue to enjoy his work, if that’s okay with white liberal women. Othello—preferably played by a white actor in blackface—is the only Shakespearean schwarze I want to see.

Crowborough: Occupied Territory?

Crowborough is a small English town in the beautiful southern county of East Sussex. The population is around 22,000, and it is one of those places where a black or brown face is pleasingly rare. But this government can soon put that right. Call the Home Office! We have a diversity deficit in a beautiful, very white, English town.

Plans to place 600 Muslim immigrants in an army camp in Crowborough were not announced until it happened. The government had not consulted with the townspeople in any democratic way, but simply informed them that they would have at least 72 hours’ notice before the men—they are always men—turned up. But the town had just seven hours’ notice before these men were bussed in, in the dead of night. With no documentation, they arrived in this idyllic town as part of an almost military operation. They represent an immediate rise in the population of just under three percent, but there has been no word on whether the local infrastructure—NHS care, water usage, public transport, and more—will also be adjusted upwards. In the case of the NHS, that doesn’t really matter to the immigrants. There have been many documented cases of new arrivals being given priority healthcare over the local population, with on-call doctors and free dental care not available to the public. It can’t be said, however, that immigrants just take, and bring nothing to the UK in terms of health, as tuberculosis cases are on the rise.

And what of their new accommodation? Will they complain on human-rights grounds because they are not in 4-star hotels like their cousins? Crowborough’s army camp was described as “disused,” but it wasn’t. Until recently, it was used to train army cadets, who were effectively evicted from the camp to make way for their third-world replacements. One local man made an interesting point to GB News about the training equipment that may be left in situ. The training-camp had a flight simulator. No one has yet confirmed whether it has been removed, or might still be available for flight training to RAF standard. Well, it beats a PlayStation for giving these fighting-age men something to occupy their time and keep them out of trouble.

Why this sudden use of army barracks? They have been there all along (although they have never been offered to homeless army veterans). It’s because the government wants to look tough on stopping the use of “migrant hotels,” a problem it created and is now solving with strident language. That is a big part of socialist technocracy; create problems and then step in to save the day.

If the migrant hotels are to be decommissioned, then the back-story becomes of interest. Firstly, hotels across the country were “bought” by the Home Office, obviously with tax-payers’ money. This includes tax-payers in the communities affected by no longer having access to their local hotel, and so losing a community center and often a tourist attraction. Note that this whole operation only ever targets white communities.

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Next, the hotels were handed over to companies such as Serco. These organizations are notionally in the private sector, but they make a lot of money from the government. The first thing the new administrators did was to fire the hotel staff and replace them, mostly with Africans and Muslims. Now, these people weren’t really going to be “running a hotel”, nor were they intended to be. A hotel is a very complicated system of logistics and co-ordination, and these new staff members were there mostly for security and cleaning. According to civilian journalist “auditors,” as well as whistle-blowers who worked in the hotels, many of them were chaos, with rooms destroyed, regular fighting, and a lack of hygiene. But if the hotels are going to re-open for commercial use, and thus require proper hotel staff, the new owners will have to fire the black and brown people. They will be untrained for service work in the hospitality industry, so they would have to be replaced by people who were, and who would be mostly white. Can any British reader imagine the media fireworks? This racist pogrom of refugees would become the scandal, instead of the whole story of the illegal immigration industry. When you see video, taken by a sitting Member of Parliament, showing the inflatable boats in which the new British arrive on the shores of Kent, and then see that they are collected and taken back to France on lorries to be used again, you tend to suspect governmental complicity rather efficient recycling.

There was something rather moving watching video of the people of Crowborough peacefully demonstrating in their own streets. Well, their own streets for now. “Crowborough Shield” is what the local action committee has called itself, to the sneers and jeers of The Guardian. The government should not forget that the Peasants Revolt of 1381 didn’t start in London, but in the shires.

Starmer, Karma, and Chinese Drama

There may be a man somewhere in Great Britain who is despised more than its Prime Minister, Sir Keir Starmer, but you won’t be seeing this pariah any time soon. If he has any sense, he will stay indoors with the curtains drawn, on a Scottish island, for about 20 years. I have not seen this level of naked hatred shown to a British Prime Minister since the 1970s, the days of Thatcher, the miners’ strike, and the poll-tax riots.

Lady Caroline Lamb famously called Lord Byron “mad, bad, and dangerous to know.” Is Starmer mad or bad or both? He is certainly dangerous to know, especially if you are a British Army veteran. In the latest of many scandals the British mainstream media have ignored, ex-servicemen are being pursued for “war crimes” allegedly committed in Iraq. The media, courtiers to the deep state, are very lukewarm about covering this story, and there is another mitigating factor to take into account.

Keir Starmer, in his days as a human-rights lawyer, defended some questionable characters, including IRA terrorists and al-Qaeda operatives. That is the prerogative of the lawyer, of course, and in fact it appears at first instance to be out of a lawyer’s control as to whom he defends. Thus, Starmer falls back on the so-called “taxi-rank principle” operating in legal practice. Just as the first cab on the rank takes the first fare in the queue, so too a lawyer takes the next defendant who comes along. They have a salaried job to do, after all.

If a lawyer works pro bono (without taking a fee), however, the cab-rank principle doesn’t apply. A lawyer can defend whoever they like. And The Daily Telegraph alleges that Starmer worked pro bono in the case of the war veteran who killed the Iraqi, and whose life was ruined over 12 years. And not as defense counsel, but as a prosecutor. That means, knowing a likely outcome was to ruin a man’s life via process-as-punishment, Sir Keir Starmer wanted the case so much he was prepared to work for free.

How does this affect recruitment? Yes, as a fit and patriotic young man, I think I will join the army. Then, even if I make it through tours of shitty countries full of low-IQ simians and get through to retirement alive, my own government—who ordered me to fight in the first place—will come after me using the law. That will be my reward; the destruction of my life and that of my family for carrying out my patriotic chore. Almost all soldiers have families, who must suffer when Daddy is away at work, once they are old enough to understand what he does for a job. But if Starmer’s rather feeble alleged denial of working pro bono becomes the story, then Sir Keir might be out of a job. He should look up the word karma. Put simply; what goes around, comes around.

But for Starmer, when the going gets tough, the weak fly out of the UK on another spurious diplomatic visit. There was another reason for his quick exit to his friends in China last week other than domestic concerns. Having just got into a spat with Donald Trump over remarks ironically concerning British veterans, Sir Keir decided it was time to get out of Dodge and keep to his nickname; “Never-Here Keir.” Starmer’s trips abroad are becoming increasingly bizarre. It was ostensibly a trade trip, so you would imagine that Starmer’s team would have been largely composed of financial and commercial experts. Instead, he took a handful of money-men, left his Chancellor at home, and made sure he was accompanied by people from the arts, cultural ambassadors, and theater managers.

And what did Starmer get from China, on what he doubtless thought was a Nixonian visit, what master-stroke of diplomacy did this towering statesman pull off on behalf of his nation? President Xi said that British people can now have visa-free holidays in China for up to 30 days. It’s hardly the Good Friday Agreement.

Ameliaration Nation

Amelia is a Goth girl with purple hair. She is English, and loves her country. She says so in a viral video. She loves fish and chips and a pint in a pub. She also loves Shakespeare (although she makes no mention of the Bard being a baby mamma or anything), Dickens, Tolkien, C. S. Lewis, and Harry Potter. She loves being English. Amelia is not real, but an AI cartoon. Or she was. Now she has become very real for an outraged media, a hit meme on the British Right, and a fine political example of the law of unintended consequences for the government.

Amelia’s story starts in the north of England three years ago, in a school being used as a test-run for a government video game, or “youth-oriented, integrated learning package,” as they prefer to call it. This involved a character going through several stages, and being asked questions related to opinions and political beliefs. It is intended to teach children, not to think about difficult questions about the real world, but what the answers to those questions are. Well, Pathways, the name of the game, has now been extended to other schools. It is made by Prevent, an anti-radicalism initiative ostensibly aimed at eradicating all radicalism, but long a creature of Islam.

The British Government is not even bothering to keep its propaganda and surveillance a secret anymore. That’s so Cold War and passé. This isn’t a John Le Carré novel. Indoctrinating children for ideological purposes is now just another part of a teacher’s busy day, and they even have the help of IT. Pathways features a young white boy, Charlie. Charlie is worried that what other kids at school are saying might be true, that white people are being replaced. He clicks on a link, and he is concerned that what the piece leads to is a bit radical. We are never told what the subject matter of the linked piece. Charlie mentions some topics that are becoming increasingly off-limits: Civil rights, the harsh treatment of war veterans, replacement, and immigration. The player has to navigate his way through various choices, and it soon becomes clear that this an ideological snare designed to trap, intimidate, shame and indoctrinate white boys. This is the online version of blancophobia.

This is a bad period for white boys in the UK. They are told they are toxic, misogynistic, and part of the dreaded patriarchy. White working-class boys perform worse than ethnic minorities, or at least it looks that way in the statistics, doctored or otherwise. But white boys are not the problem, even what the Left think of as the problem, which is supposedly toxic masculinity presenting as radicalization. The mainstream media—and even the dissident press—never mention a poll conducted a few years ago by their pin-up boys at HOPE Not Hate. The poll was on attitudes towards Andrew Tate, another boogeyman. The forgotten stat is that, of the schoolboys who expressed admiration for Tate, 61% were Muslim. But Muslim boys, and black boys, are never the guilty party in TV dramas, anti-sexism adverts, and propaganda tools such as Pathways. This “game” is a morality gauge for white boys set in the modern world of approved and disapproved opinions. At one potential end of the game, Charlie is given a lecture by someone from Prevent. But Charlie is not the star of the show; enter Amelia.

Charlie meets Amelia at a protest. She has some pretty strong views, and steers Charlie down what is clearly intended to be the wrong path. There, thought those clever people at Prevent and their government sponsors, now we have neutralized the threat of juvenile white radicalization with a simple video game, and we can move on. Not quite.

Amelia was an internet sensation. Within hours of Pathways being exposed, there were Amelia memes, and not just the basic models. It seems only a few weeks ago that memes were mostly images with captions. Now they are AI-driven mini-dramas, tiny musicals or operettas, rabble-rousing speeches. I watched a couple dozen of them and you could literally watch them all day, as I suspect a lot of teenage boys will. It has achieved what the government wanted so badly; an internet hit with British youth. Starmer had previously started a Tik-Tok channel to “reach out” to the cream of Gen Z. It didn’t work. Amelia did. Young boys will be flooding to resistance rallies from now on to see where all the cute Goth-girl action is at, and get an Amelia of their own.

Amelia is one little beacon blazing in an otherwise darkened landscape, a rare piece of good news from a beleaguered nation. It feels right now as though St. George, instead of slaying the dragon, is beating up the maiden he was supposed to save instead. The speed at which AI-assisted, funny, based, foul-mouthed, anti-immigrant, anti-government Amelia content hit the virtual streets was impressive not just for the product, but for the effect it had on the media, and the Left in general. They went predictably nuts, like Puritans wailing because someone, somewhere, might be dancing and having fun. And these producers won’t all have been film grads waiting for their big chance on YouTube. These will be people fairly new to artistic creation, but finding the available tools and learning how to use them to effect. It reminds me of punk rock. And on that note, as John Lydon said at a Sex Pistols reunion gig; “There’ll always be an England? There fucking well will be while we’re around.”

Salute the flag, before the local council orders it taken down.