Some More On The Muslim UK Rape Gangs…
I’ll open this with a plug for From Hellmarsh With Love, because let’s face it – the bills need to get paid, and selling books is a nice way to pay them. And the issue in question plays fairly largely in the novel. From a scene where the Tommy Robinson character talks about his activism against the sexual jihad being waged against the British people…
Thomason said Lucy had been with him for five years. She said he’d helped to rescue her from a gang of rapists in Bristol, who’d hooked her on heroin, turned her out and prostituted her when she was 14. Thomason faced down the gang, getting himself arrested for trespassing in the migrant hotel where she’d been held in the process, got her clean, found her family a new place to live and start over, and when she finished school he gave her a job.
“Robby literally saved my life, yeah?” she said. “The things they say about him are bollocks. It’s mental. He doesn’t hate anybody; really, he loves people more than any bloke in England.”
I’ll admit it. I teared up a bit at that. Especially when Thomason said Lucy was only one of a couple hundred girls he and his organization had done that for.
Mike was a little more composed, but he couldn’t hold back his excitement to get the interview done and it made me feel better.
Well, not better. What’s more accurate is that I was still scared absolutely stiff, but it struck me we were doing a good, important thing with this interview. Maybe this guy was a racist and a nut, and if so Mike would smoke that out and discredit him. But if he wasn’t, and the people in charge of the UK were persecuting him for calling out their failures, Mike would smoke that out as well.
And presumably we’d be gone from Great Britain before the interview got published, and so we’d be fine.
Maybe.
I’m not going to give you a word-for-word recitation of the interview. It went on for an hour and forty-five minutes and it was crazy-good. I remember sitting there watching Mike coax out answers from Thomason, getting him to admit stuff he didn’t want to and really digging in. It was like an MRI for his soul.
Mike started with the biographical stuff, how he got started as an anti-immigration activist, his background and family, the whole bit. I guess you know most of that. Thomason was an athlete, captain of a club rugby team as a kid and he took pains to explain that his teammates were really diverse racially and “they’re all my mates; some of them have been with me in the organization from the beginning.”
In other words, not racist.
But he admitted that he’d had problems with the Muslims in Stoke-on-Trent, where he was from, practically all his life. Muslims in his neighborhood had bullied his little brother until “I sorted them fuckers out, didn’t I?” and there were lots of clashes between the athletes and football hooligans on one side and the Muslims, who he said had doubled in population since he was a kid.
And he went into detail about a Pakistani group that ultimately went on the government’s terrorist list after a couple of them had blown up a supermarket parking lot in Birmingham with a car bomb in 2013. He said he knew both terrorists and had been in street fights with them as a teenager. He talked about how the people calling him all those names hadn’t grown up with literal terrorists in their neighborhood, and the ignorance of accusing him of bigotry when his judgments were completely factual was something he’d never be able to get over.
Mike asked him how many fights he’d been in in his life. Thomason said he couldn’t even give an estimate. Mike asked him how many times he’d been arrested. Thomason said fourteen. But he said everything was misdemeanor stuff – bar fights, street fights, a drunk and disorderly charge, vandalism a couple of times – until he started as a political activist.
“I never took nothing that didn’t belong to me,” he said. “But I also didn’t stand by and wait for the law, because I didn’t see much of no law where I grew up. The police would show up at a row and they’d arrest everybody rather than sort it out. They never cared to do what’s right. They just want to keep everything quiet even if that means lettin’ wrong go. So I came up with principles rather than law, yeah?”
Then after he and a few of his friends started what would ultimately be For England, which was an organization that had to disband in 2016 and had come back, in various iterations a couple of times since only to be suppressed by the government, there were more serious charges. According to Thomason, he’d been to prison three times for a total of forty-one months, was found not guilty twice, and had a contempt of court charge hanging over his head that likely would land him in prison for a couple of years.
What for? He went through each case with Mike. They were all political. Thomason led protests which got violent when counter-protesters showed up to fight, and he was twice charged with inciting violence, There was a criminal mischief charge because he’d uncovered a bunch of dirt about a BBC reporter who was trying to do a hit piece on him and published it before the hit piece went on TV. Fight the BBC in a British court, he said, and you’re going to lose big.
And the contempt of court thing hanging over his head stemmed from Thomason publishing a documentary film on X that a judge had handed down an injunction against. It was all about Muslim rape gangs being ignored by police all over Great Britain.
We’d watched it. Or at least, Mike had. I got through half of it and then I had to stop. It was too horrific what they’d done to those girls, with the politicians and the cops just sweeping the whole thing under the rug. And when Thomason and his people would go into these towns and hold a demonstration they’d arrest the demonstrators.
Again, and again.
Usually, they’d get Thomason out of there when it looked like there would be trouble, because his organizations wouldn’t be able to run effectively with him in jail. So there would be local organizers who’d take the blame and go to prison for inciting violence.
“All we do is raise awareness,” he said, “but the government don’t want people aware. Because if the public is aware of the full scope of what they allow, daily, there will be a reckoning.”
“By reckoning, what do you mean?” Mike asked.
“What I hope,” Thomason said, “is a peaceable revolution. Sweep out the political class and bring in new people what care about the country.”
“How realistic is that?”
“Realistic. You had something like it in your country with Trumbull. And I see him goin’ back in, so you might really throw out the elites this time.”
“Maybe. It’s the hope, right?”
“It has to be. And you Yanks have it better than us. The establishment here is absolutely mental, yeah? Sellouts! It’s all Davos and the EU. We voted to get out of that shite. Did they listen? Naw, we need a reckoning.”
“Where are you going to get that from, though? Is this something you’re going to do?”
“What, run for office?”
“Yeah.”
“Can’t see that happening, bruv.”
“Why not? You’re clearly a natural leader.”
“I can’t do politics. I’m not a lawyer or an economist. But you find me someone who will fight for the English, I’ll make him or her the PM. I can do it.”
“I don’t suppose that would be Savage.”
“We don’t get along. He’s got an ego, yeah? Wants to be loved by the establishment. I want to break it. But I voted Renew this last round.”
“You think it has to be somebody else?”
“I think there will be an awakening. I see it.”
“I don’t mean to contradict you, but since we got here, what I see is riots.”
“Bruv, you missed the Hamas riots we had here before this current round. The streets are bloody hell. They been for months. But that’s why the awakening is starting.”
“And the awakening leads to the reckoning, and a new class of leaders will emerge to replace what’s there.”
“That’s gotta be it, mate.”
“You know what that sounds like? It sounds a little like Marxist theory.”
Thomason chuckled.
“Yeah, it does at that, don’t it? Revolution of the proletariat and what all. But I ain’t a Marxist. I built two businesses when I weren’t in court or prison. I’m a pretty good home contractor, yeah? Plumbing, electrical…”
“So you’re an idealist and you’re going to take out the elite from Oxford and Cambridge and the London School of Economics who’ve turned your country into a woke hellscape.”
“People say I’m a dreamer,” Thomason said with a smile. “But I’m not the only one.”
“Again with the Marxism,” Mike said. “You’re quoting ‘Imagine’ to me, that’s as commie a song as there is.”
“I know. I’m taking a piss. But I’m serious that we gotta crush the establishment. The elite gotta go. Not just here. You got bad ones. Canada, it’s horrible. France. Germany. They don’t even let the people have an election but they rig it.”
“So you think democracy is dead.”
“I think you gotta get quits with the elite. That’s the key. Before this, whatever, cabal, or junta, or regime that runs this country and lots of others takes away all our freedom.”
Mike leaned back.
“You know, it’s funny,” he said as he began his response. “You’d probably say that I’ve been doing this, whatever you want to call it, ‘high-level journalism,’ for 30 years. I’ve interviewed some of the most powerful, connected people in politics, culture, business, all walks of life.”
“Yeah, mate” said Thomason. “Everybody knows you’ve been around.”
“And I’m not saying this to brag, or anything, and I’m certainly not saying it to lay claim to membership in any elite. Far from it. If ever I had aspirations to that, they went away when ANN fired me. And that didn’t happen because I asked the wrong questions or threatened the wrong people, any of it. I got in a fight with the idiot son of the guy who owned the network because he was pawing at my ex-wife at a Christmas party. It was a stupid thing, but it was enough to get me blackballed from network TV. And it taught me how much I hate working for anybody else. I think you and I are the same in that regard.”
Thomason nodded.
“But here’s where I’m going with this. All that time interviewing these heavy hitters, and a great many of them have been highly, highly impressive people, you know what I’ve noticed? The ones in media and politics tend to be the dumbest ones.”
“That’s what I seen as well,” said Thomason.
“Now, you can go two ways with that. The way I go, or at least the way I’ve gone until the last couple of years, is to say that the idea there is some secret super-powerful elite running things, toppling regimes, setting narratives, all of that, is giving these people too much credit.”
“Yeah, but…”
“Wait, hang on, because you might agree with what I’m going to say next. The other way, which maybe I’m coming around to, is that it’s because these politicos and media people are so unimpressive and do nothing but spout conventional wisdom that you have people pulling strings behind the scenes.”
“Now you have it!” said Thomason.
“Still, I have a lot of questions about this, because if there is some shadow organization out there, some sort of SPECTRE like in the James Bond movies which can reach out and ruin people or dictate all kinds of effects around the world, why aren’t they better at their jobs?”
“Because the world is too big, innit?” Thomason replied. “End of the day, free people can’t be controlled. At least not forever. And for the same reason communism don’t work, this don’t work either. People gonna do what they will, and bugger the government or the ruling class, whatever.”
“That might be true.”
“I’m a student of history, yeah? My family have done the genealogy of the whole Thomason clan. Originally we’re Scottish, and it’s MacThomas. Or Thomson. In fact, there was a famous Thomson who fought with William Wallace and then Robert the Bruce at Bannockburn, and that’s my lineage. Our branch of the family goes back to Manchester, six hundred years or more, and we’re all over the Midlands.”
“My wife is the genealogist in the family,” said Mike, gesturing to me. “PJ sat down at the computer and managed to trace Holmans going all the way back to the 15th century in Dorset. One of our goals on this trip is to run over there and see some of the family heritage.”
“That’s great, mate. But PJ, can I ask you a question?”
“Certainly,” I said from off camera, loud enough that the microphone would pick me up.
“You did Mike’s line. How much of yours have you done?”
“On my mom’s side it’s already done. Mom traced the Smithsons back like ten generations.”
“What about your dad? He’s Chinese, yeah?”
“Most of that is lost. He was a kid during the Cultural Revolution and the family got almost wiped out. They had to escape to Hong Kong and then to America.”
“So you had tyrants wipe out your heritage, see?”
I nodded.
“And that’s what we got here. In a different way, obviously, because Stormer isn’t strong like Mao. He isn’t going to round you up and put you into camps for re-education, the people won’t stand for it. But it’s more sophisticated, innit? You can trace your line but you’ll be told that if you take pride in it you’re a racist. You want to promote your heritage, you’re a bigot.
“That’s what Britain has become. And I got into activism and making documentary films because first it was jihadists and terrorism, and then it was rape gangs. Yeah? Outward threats to ordinary people like mine, who’ve been living in our homeland for generation after generation, from people what don’t belong in our country.”
“OK,” said Mike. “Look, I don’t disagree with the point you’re making, but you do get that when you say ‘don’t belong in our country,’ you’re immediately going to get hit with the racism card, right?”
“But Mike, I’m not talkin’ about race. Like I said, where I grew up the whites and blacks never had a problem. We’ve always got along fine, least as long as I was around to see it. That ain’t the issue. When I say people what don’t belong, what I mean is Muslims who want to impose sharia. Have you read the Qur’an?”
“I’ve read it,” Mike said. “Or at least an English translation of it.”
“Then you know what’s in it. It ain’t written for coexisting with people who don’t believe in Islam.”
“So your point is that Islam isn’t a race and so racism is a false charge.”
“Of course. That’s it.”
“But they’ll still say what you’re peddling is bigotry. Just that it’s about religion instead of race.”
“I’d even argue with that. I actually got friends who are Muslims. In fact, and we made a documentary on it, there were some lads who got falsely accused of runnin’ a rape gang in Hull and we went up there and investigated it and I spoke up to defend ‘em because we knew the girl was lyin’. It’s not the people, yeah? It’s the bad ideas I’m fightin’ against with my activism.”
“I can understand that. But why are you so demonized? You’ve got this contempt of court charge that’s hanging over you, and in doing this interview I suppose you’re violating your bail conditions…”
“Sure I am,” said Thomason.
“And you’ve spent, what? Three years and change in jail all told on, I guess it must be four different things since you first started For England? You’re practically Public Enemy Number One. How could this be if you aren’t a bad guy?”
Thomason smiled, and he wagged a knowing finger at Mike.
“Because it’s what I represent,” he said. “Better or worse, I somehow turned into the personification of the working class, the people on the outs, the yobs. I’m who represents the unwashed masses the posh wankers are so afraid of. And they don’t scare me. I keep comin’. So the stakes get higher and higher and they gotta discredit me.”
That scene really drives the plot of the book; after it, things take a very dark turn for Mike Holman, the newsman interviewing the Robinson character (whose name is Robby Thomason in the book, because I’m not really trying to be subtle here). The British elite and the new Labour government don’t take kindly to legitimizing working-class critics of their ruling class regime, and he stumbles into a jackpot by doing his job.
When I wrote the book last summer and fall, the unrest over the murder of several white girls by the son of African immigrants who may or may not have been a convert to Islam was raging there. That has turned into a rolling scandal about the 20 years of Muslim rape gangs preying on white girls from the British lower classes.
Douglas Murray, in a brilliant podcast interview for the Spectator UK, noted something very true. Murray said that the opprobrium heaped upon Robinson is very typical of the British ruling class – namely, that they’re very, very good about discrediting, on grounds of style, those who would bring to light real societal problems, and in this way the elites in that country can dismiss the problems themselves.
So Robinson (or Thomason, if you prefer the fictional version) does what no one in “acceptable” British politics will do and call out the rapists for what they are, and he has to be destroyed – because if he isn’t, then it is no longer possible to sweep the ongoing problem of the rape gangs under the rug. Daniel Jupp, in a short essay we picked up here at RVIVR yesterday, pointed this out quite succinctly as well.
And the British elite must sweep the rape gangs under the rug.
Because to give sunlight to the mass rape of the native British lower-class population would be to accept responsibility for dealing with the problem.
And dealing with the problem is very messy.
It involves recognizing that accepting immigration from Third World shitholes like Pakistan, where female genital mutilation, honor killings and other barbaric practices are de rigeur, is a terrible bit of civilizational suicide, and to recognize that means providing accountability to those members of the British ruling class who promoted it in the first place.
And it involves recognizing that as depraved and satanic as the rape gangs are, they aren’t an example of “toxic masculinity” but rather a manifestation of Islam, in which the Qu’ran sanctions the taking of non-Muslim women as sex slaves. Nobody wants to talk about that, but this is what underlies the Muslim rape gangs in the UK. It’s essentially a sexual jihad being waged against the host country.
But why would this be allowed to happen?
Here are a couple of unsettling theories for you.
One is that after three or four decades of heavy Muslim immigration into the UK, with Muslims now sitting in the mayor’s offices of many if not most of Britain’s largest cities despite only having about seven percent of the country’s population, the British elite look at birthrates and demographics and realize that the die is cast, and they’d better make their peace with Islam now before that peace is dictated to them later. And to resist the rape gangs and pro-Hamas riots in the streets and all of the other things will only bring on a fight they don’t have the stomach for.
Of course, any peace the British elite makes with the radical imams who lead that aggressive minority will last only so long as those imams are satisfied with their gains. It’s precisely the same dynamic Neville Chamberlain found out existed with Adolf Hitler; apparently these people didn’t learn much from that history and Britain has remarkably few Winston Churchills in reserve these days.
The other theory, the one which more expansively describes this sordid history, is something I outlined on X earlier today…
The full text…
I’ll boil it down for you who don’t understand how the rape gangs happened in the UK, because at the end of the day it’s very simple: the ruling class there is using Pakistanis and other Muslims as tools of repression against the native lower classes, whose interests they do not want to serve and whose resistance they will not accept
You will submit to having your daughters raped by savages, they tell their people, or else you will face our wrath. And be glad this is the worst of your troubles.
Having imposed this sinister form of prima nocte by proxy for the past 20 years, the British elite has been able to leverage the demoralization of their people to force them to accept Britain’s de-indusrralization and economic decline, as well as the destruction of their sovereignty and culture in the name of things like “climate change” and “tolerance “
None of this is accidental. And nothing else explains why such an outrage could go on for so long in such a proud country.
It’s a terrible thing to accuse a nation’s elite and ruling class of so much contempt for its common people, and yet there is really no other explanation. A sane nation would take the most draconian steps imaginable to throttle those rape gangs – and would respond to the usual objections of “bigotry” and “Islamophobia” by noting that neither of those sins are the match for mass industrial rape, and given the religious bigotry and racial aggression which underlies the very presence of those rape gangs in the first place, why would any country be obligated to tolerate an ideology which fails to condemn, much less support, such an atrocity?
And this conversation would be had on the way to the ships deporting that entire population. If not on the way to the gibbet.
There’s an old story which symbolizes what Great Britain used to be. In 1843, Charles Napier was the British imperial governor of Scinde, which is now in Pakistan and was primarily a Muslim area. But the Hindus in the region nonetheless engaged in the practice of sati, or widow-burning, and Napier was rightly disgusted by it. He announced his intention to enforce a ban on that barbaric practice, and, according to a book written by Napier’s brother about his time in charge of that area, this is what happened…
“He also put down the practice of suttees, which however was rare in Scinde, by a process entirely characteristic. For judging the real cause of these immolations to be the profit derived by the priests, and hearing of an intended burning, he made it known that he would stop the sacrifice. The priests said it was a religious rite which must not be meddled with—that all nations had customs which should be respected and this was a very sacred one. The general affecting to be struck with the argument replied. “Be it so. This burning of widows is your custom; prepare the funeral pile. But my nation has also a custom. When men burn women alive we hang them, and confiscate all their property. My carpenters shall therefore erect gibbets on which to hang all concerned when the widow is consumed. Let us all act according to national customs \” No suttee took place then or afterwards.”
That’s the Great Britain the world needs. It’s an entirely different entity now; one in which the British are allowing the savages they formerly conquered to conquer them in turn without resistance.
And for purposes we can only describe as sinister.
Elon Musk called this the worst mass crime in the UK’s history. That’s probably true. And while the closest perpetrators are the rapists themselves, it’s the British ruling class which is truly to blame.
