“To the people who tell me I’m racist because I don’t like seeing my England team dominated by blacks, I say, I’d be equally unhappy if most of our players had to be sourced from South America, Poland, Asia even Italy. I would have no issue if one or two players were the product of our colonial empire and/or an immigration policy that we benefitted from, but when more than half the team is of foreign ancestry, something’s wrong.”
by Nathan Reade
I hate no one. In fact I’d be the first to compliment the England under 20 football squad for their win – a 1-0 victory over Venezuela in the tournament hosted by the ethno-state of South Korea – at the World Cup earlier this summer.
England were beaming with pride all over the media and the unavoidable comparisons were obvious to be made to that of our World Cup winning side of 1966 and how its “our” greatest footballing achievement ever since.
As happy as I am for the guys that took part in the tournament, I couldn’t but feel a bit saddened by how different this years champs were from Alf Ramsey’s boys back in ‘66.
Increasingly, we see teams and nations transforming before our very eyes from that of the indigenous white ethnicities and replaced by those from foreign ethnicities. Now my argument isn’t one of jealousy, that black players are better than white players and I’ve simply got my knickers in a twist that they’ve made the grade. Quite the contrary, I’m a race realist. So, I would champion any difference or any achievement that any group of people have that they can celebrate as that of their own.
I am also not simply obsessing with race. I would also be unhappy if our players had to be sourced from Italy, Poland, or Asia.
Nor am I penning this because I hate people from other ethnicities. I would have no issue if one or two players were the product of our colonial empire and/or an immigration policy that we benefitted from, but when more than half the team is of foreign ancestry, something’s wrong.
In the short space of 50 years we can see the vast changes in genetic makeup that our home lands have forcefully suffered. As the romance of the 1966 world cup winning side still lingers on in every English football fans heart, it’s in stark contrast to that of the under 20’s winning side of today.
The boys back then were English in every sense of the word. With names like Flowers, Charlton, Wilson and Peters their surnames matched that of their ethnic features and of what you would expect of an Englishman and his indigenous English ancestry. Match that of today with names such as Tomori, Onomah, Solanke and Ojo. These boys aren’t English, but of African descent and ethnic makeup. This isn’t a positive in the English footballing hall of fame. But a complete travesty of our nation and shows diversity for what it really is – the complete destruction of our unique heritage and the cleansing of our people.
Within my father’s life time this huge change has occurred and I dread to think what the “England” side of the future will look like when I’m his age. By that time all western nations will have minority white populations and the three lions that the players of the future will bare on their chest will hold no historical or cultural significance to them whatsoever. Could you imagine the confusion and international outcry if the host nation of the tournament fielded a majority black squad or teams like Zambia put out a Nordic looking side against a Slavic looking Iranian team? The noise would be deafening. But because this change is purposely happening in white countries and only white countries, the globalist corporations like FIFA and the F.A. remain silent.
The endless anti-racism campaigns we are force fed in the UK and across the western world only suit that of the huge multinational corporations and their globalist agendas. These huge glossy banners that are routinely held up and enforced by some huge financial clout only suit that of the relentless corporate machine and their profits. Importing talent from all over the globe means they can make huge sums of money out of this human commodity while championing their presence and athleticism as enriching to “our” game. In turn these athletes wear the appropriate branded uniforms and footwear. So, naturally both black and white kids want the shirts and boots of their respective heroes on the field. Anti-racism is a scam and promotes a false utopia that is obvious to see when one steps outside of these stadiums. Neighbourhoods of various casts and cultures that exclusively live together en mass are in stark contrast of what partakes in the staged environment of these often corporate branded stadiums.
Sure, sport brings people together. But, if it takes a scheduled game of football to do that which you’re either paying a Sky subscription for or an arm and a leg to actually view the game in person (after your frisk and metal detector scan); then it shows how fickle our society is and shows what a farce diversity and multi-culturalism are. At this rate we would need a game every night and to re-mortgage our homes to pay for the privilege of watching such togetherness.
I remember the 2010 South Africa world cup. Even when the host nation was announced I paused and said to myself “How has this nation, one of the most racist and savage lands on the planet been rewarded a World Cup?”
As the tournament unfolded and played out, it was vomit inducing how predictable ITV and the BBC were going to cover the contest. In between the games we had the usual panels of Champagne socialist Gary Linker and co. talking the usual useless information of game plays and dramas in the dressing rooms. But you also had the short films in between that of reporters on the ground talking up the country and its majority black population as these fun, friendly and vibrant people and place to visit. We had the film crews panning over the crowds joyfully blowing their voovoozalas championing the false slogan of “the rainbow nation”. We also had reporters heading into the shanty towns and catching a beer and a chat with the delightful locals in some corrugated plastic make shift bar with the usual smiles and handshakes of “we’re all friends here” attitude for the cameras, but completely ignoring they are in some aids riddled lawless shit hole surrounded by armed Police and security for their protection.
The hypocrisy was obscene and the images beamed through our TV sets completely contradicted that of South Africa being the murder and rape capital of the world. White farmers not just being murdered, but horrifically raped and slaughtered (women, children and family pets included) for hours on end at a rate 20 times more than the international average in a land they built for the crime of being white. This genocide of course was kept from the view of the world because genuine racism perpetrated against whites doesn’t fit the corporate narrative.
If a nation was to promote Nationalism instead of capitalism then these colossal industries would collapse overnight and deny the corporations of their profits. Of course sport would still exist, but nothing in the form that it does now. The leagues would be nationalised. The clubs would be ran by English people and not relying on wealthy foreigners looking for a hobby or a place to dump their debt. It would be an opportunity for us to showcase to the world who we are and what we are capable of. Genuine initiatives put in place to ensure we nurture our very own as the band aid option would no longer be there anymore of buying abroad. English kids could look up to their own men as role models who are doing great things for their hometown and nations. Instead, we have a generation of wimps on obscene wages regardless of performance from all over the globe whoring themselves out to the highest bidder, living vastly different lifestyles to that of their spectators quite often taking it for granted. For example, Jermaine Pennant leaving a Porsche at a train station for five months because he forgot he owned it – the same guy playing football whilst on an electronic tag after his release from prison. Then there are the three Leicester players filming themselves having their arse holes eaten by Thai prostitutes. Chad Evens awarded a contract after serving a sentence for rape. Is this really the culture that’s acceptable? It doesn’t matter, the only thing that does matter is corporate cash.
The importance of race, family, heritage and culture would take centre stage over that of worshipping the athleticism of another man who you will never meet, cares nothing for you and will not physically or mentally enrich your life in any way shape or form. I also find this idol worship cringe worthy when grown men who resemble a couch potato sport a jersey designed for a young mid-twenties athlete, sing from the top of their lungs for the said mid-twenties athlete, whilst popping out of this jersey due to their lack of self-respect and appalling dietary choices.
Turn your head away from this circus. You’re allowing yourselves to be sold down the murky river to the false hoods of globalism and we need to stop being hypocrites. Singing the praises of ethnic types on the field, but moaning like mad at the state of affairs in terms of our border control when we’ve had a couple of post-game beers down us. We are losing who we are not just ethnically but culturally too and are fast becoming an endangered species in our homelands. Once these nations disappear and the people that built them are no longer the masters of these lands, then they are no longer European countries. A Europe without the white man isn’t a Europe at all.
Take for example Maro Itojo, Flanker for Saracens. This guy is a hulk of a youngster and an absolute pleasure to watch on the field. Born from two Nigerian parents, Itojo now regulars in the England Rugby Union line up. The guy is obviously black and looking through his social media it’s pretty evident he is extremely self-aware of his ancestry and shows great pride in his heritage and culture, which is perfectly normal and natural; quite healthy in fact. He will be seen in African style clothing. He often shares his love for African art be it sculptures or paintings and draws inspiration from other self-aware types such as the late Muhammad Ali. This guy isn’t English in the ethnic sense; neither is he English in the cultural sense either. As the white people of Britain are ethnically cleansed from this island, characters like Itojo will become more common as they are in football. With someone so Afrocentric and this now becoming a common occurrence, it’s obvious to foresee the England we knew and the England teams of old soon becoming a thing of the past.
Writing this reminds me of a programme I once watched online which had Blair Cottrell of Australia’s United Patriots Front on ABC’s Hack Live talk show. As the usual Punch and Judy show unravelled, much like Nick Griffins ambush on Bolshevik Broadcasting Channels Question Time, Blair Cottrell asked “Professor” Andrew Markus (((Gods chosen person))) “when are we multi-cultural enough, when is the end”? The blubbering reply he received from Markus was “it doesn’t end”, which basically means the worldwide nightmare us white folk find ourselves in due to the vicious and subversive means of infiltrators like Markus hasn’t even started yet.