Derek Fender Corner
Published on Thursday, 28 June 2012 16:05
We guess bring a far right extremist and living on the fringes of decent society is a lifestyle choice for these guys.
Refusal to integrate into society presents many problems for the average EDLer which includes Greater Manchester Police treating them like animals, which seems to be a common theme where ever they demo.
This hapless EDLer turned up at the Rochdale demo and had the worst day you could imagine, a day that bad, he started to wish he had got arrested
Read and shed a tear for the fella and be glad that you do not spend most of your spare time drunk and fighting imaginery threats.
The days leading up to the 9th of June 2012 could not have been any wetter in this part of Lancashire, which is famous for its rain. After all, that's why the cotton industry sprang up here in the first place when Yorkshire, which already had a well-developed textile industry based on wool, being on the relatively 'dry' side of the Pennines was found to be too dry to spin the delicate cotton fibres. Nor was the temperature anything like what you would expect for the time of year, it being only two weeks away from 'Midsummer's Day'.
To the police on duty during demonstrations and other gatherings in weather like this, it is wryly referred to as 'P.C. Weather doing his job'.
I chose to drive into Rochdale, having previously visited Heywood and Bury to get a sense of what life was like in these old textile towns now that the traditional industry which gave birth to them has all but disappeared. As I drove the ten miles through both of these towns, not a single uniformed copper, or strikingly-marked police car, did I see. One thing I did notice though, in coming through Heywood (which lies between Bury and Rochdale) – in Heywood, every single building was decked out in Union and St. George flags. The contrast with both Bury and Rochdale was stark. This was the smaller town of the three, and the one with the lowest percentage of Muslims in the population. Despite this, it was the town where the majority of the grooming victims came from. It is hard to escape the conclusion that the predators from other towns had come to regard Heywood as a 'happy hunting ground'.
Arriving in Rochdale, I parked at the other side of town from the train station, which was the official rendezvous for the EDL demonstration, and not knowing where that was, a twenty minute walk soon became twice that, and would have been even longer but for the help of locals. But I had wanted to see the town from a different point of view from that of the people who were simply here to attend the demonstration.
The first thing that was noticeable was the presence of the police, and I mean a lot of police, a hell of a lot of police. In fact, having watched the previous weekend's splendour that was the Jubilee, I couldn't help wondering whether something else was happening in Rochdale that day. Was Barack Obama in town, or perhaps some boy band was performing semi-naked?
No, they were there just for us, the EDL.
Reaching the train station my relief soon turned to anxiety – I was the first there! I counted 12 police motor cycles, 8 police vans and various police cars of different makes and sizes. The sheer weight of blue-uniformed biomass was beyond human comprehension. Congratulations to the Greater Manchester Police (GMP) community relations officer, whoever it was, who seemed to have persuaded the denizens of the underworld in the surrounding towns of Heywood, Middleton and Littleborough, and other areas from which these officers had been recruited for this occasion, to take a day off from mal\feasance, and to promise not to be naughty while the police were away focussing their attention on the real villains – the patriotic English.
British Transport Police, Special Operations Officers and normal coppers, talk about diversity!
I was in there roughly 10 minutes before my attempt to pass unnoticed failed.
"What train are you waiting for sir?"
"Not sure", I replied.
"What, you don't know where you are going"?
"I'm not going anywhere," I said, "I'm waiting for people."
"You mean the EDL?"
The game was up. It was a fair cop. I was an Englishman, peacefully minding my own business, in England. They had me bang to rights. 'In flagrante delicto', caught in the act of having an opinion.
I couldn't have been more suspicious in their eyes if I had been covered in blood and waving a dagger.
I quickly took stock of my situation. I was not breaking any of our laws, and feeling at first like Sir Richard Attenborough or the late Gordon Jackson in the film The Great Escape, my confidence soared.
This would be my first mistake with the GMP.
"Make your way downstairs to the evidence gathering team".
"What, am I being arrested?"
"No, just a precaution, do it please".
I didn't have to make a decision, they came to me.
"Hat off, sir."
That was mistake number two; there was no arguing with the reply.
"Outside, Sir, is a warm coach which will take you to a public house before your demo, next to it is a cold police van which will take you to a police station with a cold cell and perhaps a cup of tea."
My hat came off and I was filmed. I was learning to my cost that to obstruct an officer doing his duty is taken seriously by the GMP, unlike the sustained grooming and pimping of underage English girls, which they are apparently quite comfortable with, and tolerant of, as long as their inaction in responding to clear evidence of it, even soiled underwear provided by one of the victims, does not come to the public's attention!
At last a few more people turned up and we filled a coach which took us to Rochdale town hall and two pubs opposite, thank God! In one of the pubs, a merchandise stall had been erected. In the process of buying a wrist band, three policemen came in, one senior. Whatever report of wrongdoing they may have received which impelled them to enter licensed premises while they were officially on duty in the absence of a request by the publican, I'm sure they will not have much difficulty in fabricating.
This is when I made my third mistake with the GMP. In front of the stall where placards with photographs of the Muslim sexual deviants, whose crimes against our children were our main reason for protesting on that day, I commented that the Police must be embarrassed and ashamed that they hadn't done more to protect our children. "Should I nick 'im, Sir?" asked a young P.C. in true pantomime fashion, referring to me. There was no reply, and thankfully they walked off.
One of the big pluses of the day was not only meeting Tommy and Kevin, but also countless other people of all ages, backgrounds and races. The EDL are true to their word in claiming to be an inclusive, non-racist, organisation.
I won't go over the content of the speeches here, but I must mention an incident that occurred prior to assembling in front of the magnificent town hall building. Our march, if it could be called that, could not have been more heavily policed without turning into something more like a passing out parade in the film, 'Police Academy'. Barriers, police dogs, lines of officers, cameras pointed at us, the G.M.P. had thought of everything, apart that is from the minor detail of allowing six young Muslim men to walk up to the demonstration and hurl racist insults. This is something I witnessed with my own ears and eyes! However, one of them went further. He grabbed his crotch with one hand, and with the other gave a thumbs up sign! He walked off, the police did nothing; the same police, remember, who had contemplated arresting me not five minutes earlier in the pub.
This provocative gesture caused outrage among those at whom he had aimed his taunt. And as if upon a cue, the police started to do their work, lashing out with batons; young and old, black and white, anyone expressing their natural outrage at this inflammatory behaviour was met with violence, it was sickening. I knew then what it meant to have two-tier policing, and I was witnessing at first hand a force of 'men' who had lost any semblance of being a force for law and order. These police 'men' were simply traitors to their own people, hired thugs who were happy to wield their clubs on behalf of the highest bidder.
The abuse in Heywood and Rochdale started taking on a more sinister note. A less-than-charitable demonstrator beside me speculated that the GMP directors must themselves have been clients of the Rochdale pimps for them to have let the situation go on for so long. Perhaps keeping those
Islamists happy was more important than protecting our children.
After the demo and speeches it was time to go. Then it dawned on me, I had made my biggest mistake of the day. Arrest and a cold cell with the hint of a cup of tea now began to look like becoming a better option. It seemed that apart from me, there was only a group from Essex who had travelled in cars. They were parked in the multi-storey opposite the town square, but I had three times further to go. Whether theirs was the better option I wait to find out when I hear from them.
Compared to just a short time earlier, there was now not a police officer in sight. In fact, during the entire 15 minute walk to my car the only people I saw were Muslim youths. One of them got a little too close. "Got the time, mate?" he asked in a broad Lancashire accent. The fact that behind me was a clock the size of Wembley Center Circle was not lost on me. He didn't wait for an answer, he spat at the side of my face and down my left ear. I kept walking, on my own, with no police; I couldn't wait to get to my car.
It seems in Rochdale, if you are Muslim, you can get away with anything – until someone speaks up, that is, and we at the EDL are shouting.
This sad tale of woe was posted on the English Defence League rather inferior website. We took a look in the comments section and Angela from the EDL's Paranoia, Mathematics and Statistics Division popped up to claim that out of 60m people living in this country, 23 Million are Muslims and she has seen the statistics to back this up.
That would make nearly 40% of the residents in this country Muslim.
Well it is a town that is lost to the Muslims all left there now are forced to accept those that dont, well miserable days ahead by all accounts of this article. There is much white flight there does anyone really believe there is only 3 and a half million here in the UK there are very few that are peaceful more like 23 million according to other accessments. I know which I believe! Perilous times. We are being forced to accept being takeover and made in to an Islamic state it is truly horrifying how we have no one to turn to in control of this to help us from watching our beloved country being changed for ever our culture everything we stand for is just being handed over by the powers that be.It is insane that they have this power to make our lives a misery and tell us we have to accept it is nothing short of evil. What they fought the wars for to save us, they gave their lives to see this thank God they will not. . Reading this is very sad day!
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