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Ad Manum Loquere: Who are the English?

Say "Britain" to me and the stream of imagery conjured up is Pith Helmets Tiffin Tiger Hunts on Elephants Cold Hard Steel Don't Like it Up Em Zulus! Thousands of Them Finest Hour Monty in the Desert For you Tommy, ze var is over Great Escape Take me with you, I can see, I can see perfectly Barnes Wallace Dambusters NAAAA-NA-NA-NA-NA-NA-NAAA-NA-NAA James Bond Licensed to Kill Sharpe Vot is your name? Don't tell him, Pike Stupid Boy.

Which brings us on to Englishness - the stream of imagery I associate with this word is King Arthur Flag St George Football Violence Enoch Powell Rivers of Blood.

Quite - while "Your Mileage May Vary" there is more than a grain in truth in that.
The reason this Blog was called An Englishman's Castle wasn't because I was an English Nationalist but simply a poor pun on a "Home" page - but because of the name I have learnt a lot, and become to some extent an English Nationalist.

But the England I believe in is a Taurean, placid, tolerant place - bucolic and green; but when tweaked capable of violence and rage. Not a nation founded on race but on a common culture, respects and language. Not constrained by geography, creed, breeding or birth - open to all who wish to belong. Feared and despised by many but a benefactor to most.
Put upon and yoked by foreign rulers, but strong enough to make it through such times to regain its freedoms.
My England is different to Your England but Our England is a grand place; worth fighting for.


It might interest you that as part of my history course I am currently finishing off a group project report on the 'Changes in perceptions of National Identity in the United Kingdom from 1870'.

Personally I share most of what you say about the English, especially the view that ethnicity does not determine if one is English or not, and that instead it is the cultural values that we share that makes one an Englishman.

It's people like him that are the problem.

A sad and alienated type; and especially so if hes English himself as we must assume he is.

Anglophobia is the bigotry that dares speak its name.


Hi Tim, Please put this on your blog thanks Steve.

So the nation voted and it probably means more of the same from New Labour. Yes, lets get our own parliament for England. (As others have stated on your blog, Sixty thousand more votes were cast for the conservatives than Labour.) Anyway Tim, saw some pompous comments from ‘The Hand’ but I don’t give a flying shit what he or other anti-English twats think about my views. He is probably using his to excessively that’s why he is The Hand! And you know what that can do, it can make you go blind! He and the liberal establishment certainly are, or they pretend to be. (There’re all a load of tossers any way for what they have done to this country!!) Anyhow my article was a rant, a shout from the roof tops at what has and is still happening to this country by uncontrolled immigration however they dress it up, asylum, visa, short-term, legal whatever. Those like him (or her) do not see or want to see how life is changing for the worse for the indigenous. There were no comments on my observations and experiences of London life that I described, because it’s the truth, and you can’t beat the truth and liars can’t handle it. People like The Hand have hidden agendas, the demise of the English! Imagine the same numbers of foreigners invading, (because that is what it is) their countries of birth that would be reactions, violent or political, not that I’m advocating violence against anyone that comes here. To state that only the poor or those that can’t accept social change are those that claim to be English is a half truth from The Hand ! Not everyone is fleeing abroad and how absurd to state that to be English is a tag that describes crisis of refuge, just because they are noticing that their country is being over run, but are to polite to say or do anything about it!

The debate I would like to see is an honest open one of politicians discussing the Indigenous White Flight from the UK towns and cities especially London and the changing demography, and not to keep ignoring it and sweeping it under the carpet. The Hand such an intellectual chap, called my piece a thesis how flattering, then went on to define who and what the English/British are (not) he thought he was so clever in suggesting that they was no such race, and those that used the term was all mixed up through their lack of historical knowledge. The ancient warriors he quoted are from the same Aryan race. He conveniently forgot to mention that they all came armed to the teeth to conquer these islands the last ones, were the Normans over 900 years ago enough time to assimilate into the present day English, don’t you think! Unlike today where the invader is armed with the world wide general knowledge that the Britain (including the English, Irish, Scottish and Welsh) are the softest touch on the planet) The fusions of these tribes gave us the English that The Hand so despises!

I’m a bigot because I’m intolerant, no he is a bigot because he and others like him cannot accept that hundreds of thousands of English and indigenous Brits won’t accept his left-wing ideology. Ask the millions of Brits why they have fled, high percentages would show they don’t like what has been happening to Britain! High Crime Rates (many now violent murder and assalts which has not been the case in our recent history) as well as many very unpalatable foreign values! As for not liking curries I have enjoyed one or two in the past, even had a couple of dodgy ones that have sent the stocks in Andrex Toilet Paper Company flying!

Also I was prone to a nice bit of Reggae. Jimmy Cliff, Bob Marley and Johny Nash. But you’re right with the wrap crap of music today’s black good for nothing drug culture and violent hooded fiends. My nephew has been mugged twice in the last year on London transport by black racist muggers and beaten up as well. The new craze is to take a video of the mugging or assault as it takes place. What would the crime rate be now if all this mass immigration had never taken place after WWII? We are entering a new dark age literally. Brits have not all left because of greener pastures and sunnier climates, they have simply voted with their feet because the British politicians past and present have been negligent, incapable and corrupt in maintaining a nation for the majority of those of indigenous stock to these islands.

Don’t get me wrong I don’t mind foreigners, but I like them even better when the bulk of them are in their own country, otherwise there is no point in going abroad on holiday, if there all bloody here!! Let’s not split hairs the English are those born in England, Great Englishmen; Shakespeare, Dickens, Nelson, Churchill to name a very small few not forgetting Good Queen Beth I and Drake who gave the Dagoes a what for! The British are the terms that the English, Welsh, Scottish, and Irish give or gave to each in the past to describe those from four countries that make up Great Britain.

The British (four home nations,) in the last 100 years came to together in times of adversity. Two world wars that was so costly to those involved. How many of these men and women would have given they all to these conflicts if they had a crystal ball, just like the analogy I made in the piece I wrote ‘A Nation of Ostriches’ with the two old soldiers surviving on an island in the Pacific from WWII. Millions of foreigners here know crap all of the sacrifices made by our forefather say nothing of trying to fit in. The ones I know are already planning to bugger off back to where they came from and let their homes out to Asylum seekers or poor indigenous Brits, Grandchildren of those who gave so much!

People like The Hand enjoy the knowledge especially if he is off so-called ethnic minority background, which is in ascendancy, while the English numbers are falling. This is partly because of ‘White Flight’ combined with ever growing numbers coming here from abroad. A BNP leaflet shoved through my door summed it up perfectly. It had a picture with Labour’s new voters piling out of the back of a lorry, Arabs, Turks, Chinese, Africans, Eastern Europeans. I had a West-Indian look at my home for sale he commented that I must have seen a lot of changes but I never took the bait. All these foreigners know what is happening. They don’t subconsciously take over area, it’s a very knowing act to push out the white indigenous and see it fill up with every race and creed under the sun!

Here are a couple of bits from George Orwell author of 1984 ‘Big Brother’ that the Englishmen’s castle blog may find interesting! Taken from The Lion and the Unicorn published 1941

Orwell was sympathetic to social, political and economics conditions of the working classes in the UK and rightly so. He could hardly be called a fascist, he went to fight for the republic in Spain in their civil war in the 1930s. But even he recognised back in 1941 when we were still under threat of invasion from Nazi Germany, how the Left-wing in this country despised England!

‘In intention, at any rate, the English intelligentsia are Europeanized. They take their cookery from Paris and their opinions from Moscow. In the general patriotism of the country they form a sort of island of dissident thought. England is perhaps the only great country whose intellectuals are ashamed of their own nationality. In left-wing circles it is always felt that there is something slightly disgraceful in being an Englishman and that it is a duty to snigger at every English institution, from horse racing to suet puddings. It is a strange fact, but it is unquestionably true that almost any English intellectual would feel more ashamed of standing to attention during ‘God save the King’ than of stealing from a poor box. All through the critical years many left-wingers were chipping away at English morale, trying to spread an outlook that was sometimes squashily pacifist, sometimes violently pro-Russian, but always anti-British. It is questionable how much effect this had, but it certainly had some. If the English people suffered for several years a real weakening of morale, so that the Fascist nations judged that they were ‘decadent’ and that it was safe to plunge into war.’

Work : Essays : The Lion and the Unicorn
As I write, highly civilized human beings are flying overhead, trying to kill me.
They do not feel any enmity against me as an individual, nor I against them. They are ‘only doing their duty’, as the saying goes. Most of them, I have no doubt, are kind-hearted law-abiding men who would never dream of committing murder in private life. On the other hand, if one of them succeeds in blowing me to pieces with a well-placed bomb, he will never sleep any the worse for it. He is serving his country, which has the power to absolve him from evil.
One cannot see the modern world as it is unless one recognizes the overwhelming strength of patriotism, national loyalty. In certain circumstances it can break down, at certain levels of civilization it does not exist, but as a positive force there is nothing to set beside it. Christianity and international Socialism are as weak as straw in comparison with it. Hitler and Mussolini rose to power in their own countries very largely because they could grasp this fact and their opponents could not.
Also, one must admit that the divisions between nation and nation are founded on real differences of outlook. Till recently it was thought proper to pretend that all human beings are very much alike, but in fact anyone able to use his eyes knows that the average of human behaviour differs enormously from country to country. Things that could happen in one country could not happen in another. Hitler’s June purge, for instance, could not have happened in England. And, as western peoples go, the English are very highly differentiated. There is a sort of back-handed admission of this in the dislike which nearly all foreigners feel for our national way of life. Few Europeans can endure living in England, and even Americans often feel more at home in Europe.
When you come back to England from any foreign country, you have immediately the sensation of breathing a different air. Even in the first few minutes dozens of small things conspire to give you this feeling. The beer is bitterer, the coins are heavier, the grass is greener, the advertisements are more blatant. The crowds in the big towns, with their mild knobby faces, their bad teeth and gentle manners, are different from a European crowd. Then the vastness of England swallows you up, and you lose for a while your feeling that the whole nation has a single identifiable character. Are there really such things as nations? Are we not forty-six million individuals, all different? And the diversity of it, the chaos! The clatter of clogs in the Lancashire mill towns, the to-and-fro of the lorries on the Great North Road, the queues outside the Labour Exchanges, the rattle of pin-tables in the Soho pubs, the old maids hiking to Holy Communion through the mists of the autumn morning - all these are not only fragments, but characteristic fragments, of the English scene. How can one make a pattern out of this muddle?
But talk to foreigners, read foreign books or newspapers, and you are brought back to the same thought. Yes, there is something distinctive and recognizable in English civilization. It is a culture as individual as that of Spain. It is somehow bound up with solid breakfasts and gloomy Sundays, smoky towns and winding roads, green fields and red pillar-boxes. It has a flavour of its own. Moreover it is continuous, it stretches into the future and the past, there is something in it that persists, as in a living creature. What can the England of 1940 have in common with the England of 1840? But then, what have you in common with the child of five whose photograph your mother keeps on the mantelpiece? Nothing, except that you happen to be the same person.
And above all, it is your civilization, it is you. However much you hate it or laugh at it, you will never be happy away from it for any length of time. The suet puddings and the red pillar-boxes have entered into your soul. Good or evil, it is yours, you belong to it, and this side the grave you will never get away from the marks that it has given you.
Meanwhile England, together with the rest of the world, is changing. And like everything else it can change only in certain directions, which up to a point can be foreseen. That is not to say that the future is fixed, merely that certain alternatives are possible and others not. A seed may grow or not grow, but at any rate a turnip seed never grows into a parsnip. It is therefore of the deepest importance to try and determine what England is, before guessing what part England can play in the huge events that are happening.

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