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BNP’s Claims To Legitimacy Will Never Ring True

Posted in Fury Home, Media, People, Politics, The Modern World with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , on July 22, 2008 by bootlegmarkchapman
What's Red, White and Blue and hangs from an arsehole?

What's Red, White and Blue and hangs from an arsehole?

They have a representative on the GLA.  They have numerous councillors.  They purport to have the most popular website of any UK political party, and have just launched a 24-hour Web TV station.  Things right now are looking positive for the BNP.  For a few years now they’ve been slavishly working on overhauling their image – a necessary step considering that Richard Littlejohn (yes, that Richard Littlejohn) has termed them as “knuckle-dragging scum”, and Jon Gaunt considers them too intolerant.  Well, when he’s in front of a TV camera, anyway.  It even seems that this bid for legitimacy is beginning to bear some fruit.  So have the BNP changed?  Are they your friendly, acceptable alternative to the two-and-a-half party cartel?

Well, there are cosmetic changes.  Formerly avowedly racist, the BNP now claim that it’s not race that concerns them, but rather immigration.  Unlike former leader John Tyndall, who proudly proclaimed Mein Kampf as his “Bible” before dying amusingly three years ago, Nick Griffin today distances himself from tags such as “fascist” and “Nazi”.  The party line is that the BNP are not far-right or racist, but “Nationalist”, according to its prominent members.

With Richard Barnbrook‘s election to the GLA came the party’s highest-profile electoral success so far.  It marked a step up from the handful of meaningless local election “victories” that the party’s supporters trumpeted so loudly, which were then followed by the newly-elected BNP councillors not bothering to attend meetings.  It should not be forgotten, however, that the hardly fashionable Green party won twice as many seats as the BNP.  This would seem to point to a fairly qualified success for Britain’s “fastest-growing political party” (a claim which in any case always seems to be something of a desperate reach.  Last I heard Britain’s fastest-growing sport was Ultimate Frisbee, but I’ve yet to see that on TV.  Mind you, I don’t often watch Eurosport).

Anyway, like it or not, the “new and improved” BNP have made some gains, so clearly more and more people are buying the line about them being newly tolerant.  Should they?  I think any regular reader (yes, all three of you) will know what I’m about to say…

In a word, the answer is no.  Take, for example, the party’s Director of Publicity.  A meaty role, especially considering the party’s regular whinges about being denied a public platform.  You’d want someone filling that role to have if not a flawless history, at least an honourable one.  So who is the BNP’s DoP?  Mark Collett. Now, Mark Collett is a fairly intriguing character.  From any angle, he would seem to be a thumping great cock-brain.  A fan of Adolf Hitler and Johnny Adair who openly refers to AIDS as a “friendly disease” because it kills black people and gays.  But if you look at it from a whole other angle, Collett may just be the anti-Nazi movement’s bravest and ballsiest soldier.  He gives the lie to suggestions that the BNP have changed their ways, and no hatchet job from the left or centre could ever more comprehensively quash the myth.

Griffin himself has claimed that the Holocaust was “… a mixture of Allied wartime propaganda, extremely profitable lie and latter witch-hysteria”.  No amount of spinning or back-tracking can cover up just how vile that statement is.  Griffin may deplore the supposed corruption at the higher end of UK politics, but if Brown, Cameron or Clegg had publicly made such a comment in the past, they would not be leading their parties now.  Are we meant to believe that Griffin has made a 180-degree swerve from holding that view?  And that, knowing what he knew about John Tyndall, he didn’t see the inherent problems in making common cause with him?  He’s a bullshitter, and all that the ongoing makeover of the party shows is that, just like the caricature of a corrupt politician, Nick Griffin will say whatever it takes to get him closer to some little bit of power.  Spin?  How about explaining away the BNP’s bar on non-whites joining the party by deflecting attention on to other groups – none of which are all-white for some reason – that practice a policy of single-race membership.  None of said organisations are aiming to one day be in Parliament.

If one scratches the surface of this supposedly “new” BNP, their bold claims are undermined time and again.  Make no mistake, they’re as repellent as ever.

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Thatcher To Get State Funeral. Not Yet, Sadly.

Posted in Fury Home, People, Politics, Today's Society with tags , , , , , , , on July 13, 2008 by bootlegmarkchapman
Om hold for now

On hold for now

Anyone who spends as much time as I do on various Internet message boards will have been at risk this morning of signing on to a forum and seeing in the “Latest Topics” a reference to the news that Baroness Thatcher is set to be given a state funeral.  As excitement built and fingers clicked mice, we were set for colossal disappointment, as it turns out that the story concerned advance planning for a future ceremony when she finally edges one to the slips.  Champagne went back on ice, street parties were cancelled and the special china went back into cupboards all over the country.

The question of why her descent into Hades should be given a state send-off will have been a secondary concern for those of us hoping that 2008 will be the year our Thatcher-Mugabe-Doherty accumulator finally pays out.  But it is a valid one.  Even Churchill didn’t get the full trimmings. and he is considered by many to be the greatest Briton in history.  Churchill saw off global fascism, Thatcher’s only war triumph came against some shepherds.  Though the Baroness saw off many of her arch-enemies, it has to be remembered that those enemies included British industry.  Ready though her supporters are to trumpet that Thatcher “saved Britain”, all she actually did was mortgage its future for a short-term boost.

  • “She gave countless working-class families the chance to buy their council houses” – by taking out mortgages they could ill afford.
  • “She was unstinting in her defence of people’s freedoms” – except the Chilean people’s freedom to not be executed, tortured or “disappeared”.
  • “She had the courage of her convictions, and didn’t run the country by focus group” – no, that would have entailed listening to someone else’s opinions.

The same people who will pen hagiographies of Thatcher when she goes are the people who bemoan the lack of respect in today’s society, the lawlessness of youth in ghettoised inner cities.  The same people who never stop to think that respect may be incompatible with the selfishness encouraged in Thatcher’s Britain, and that crime is encouraged by poverty and unemployment.  But why would Thatcher have encouraged respect in the people of Britain anyway?  Given the job she did raising her own son, who sees no harm in aiding an illegal coup d’etat in Equatorial Guinea (allegedly … oh fuck it, sue me, good luck getting a payout), it’s hardly surprising that the Britain she created is so short on decency.  My generation is often referred to as “Thatcher’s children”.  I can’t stress how glad I am that that is just a metaphor, and that I have a good mother instead.

I’m aware of the irony of casting aspersions on other people’s levels of respect and decency in a post where I make clear my impatience for the death of an 82-year-old woman, but let’s just say that the breakdown of society has caused me to let a bit of hypocrisy slide.

So the celebrations may be postponed, but the plans for my area’s street party remain in my briefcase.  There may yet be another few false alarms, but let’s view it as a chance to stockpile supplies.  If there is to be a state funeral for this awful, awful woman, then let us match it with our jubilation.  For all the people who died poor and unheralded thanks to the country she created in her own image, and who will not be able to raise a glass, let’s make sure that – if she can look up and see us from where she’s going – she is left in no doubt that there IS such a thing as society.  And that we’ll be queueing to dance on her grave.

The BNP’s creep toward “respectability”

Posted in fuckwits, Fury Home, Politics, The Written Word with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on February 27, 2008 by bootlegmarkchapman

It’s been talked about time and again, particularly since the turn of the century, but the BNP’s continuing attempt to re-cast itself as a party that has thrown off the old “jackboot” image is still fooling many, it seems. As a political party that is, if not fluent, at least conversational, in PR, the flow of stories about supposed pillars of the community who have “seen the light” and joined the new, improved party must delight Nick Griffin, who gains reflected acceptability from the people joining. It helps if these people are female, and more so if they are pretty, because it is harder to picture these poster-children wearing a Chelsea shirt and defiling a mosque.

The Daily Mail, (I know, such a cliché, what can I say?), is often the source of these PR victories for the modern-day Moseleys. Careful to adorn their stories with caveats that make clear how unpleasant they find the BNP, the Mail is beginning to specialise in stories about the softer, more human, and let’s be honest, less-likely-to-be-tattooed face of the party. The latest of these is Donna Bailey, whose bid to be elected to the parish council of Upper Beeding in Sussex was stymied since it emerged that she was a card-carrying member of the Bigoted Nazi Party. Bailey is quick to reject the assertion that Griffin’s merry band of Holocaust deniers, racists and cranks are an extreme-right party, but asked to name a more extreme party she says: “I don’t know the names of them but there are some. Maybe that Combat 18. Now they are extreme.”

That’d be the Combat 18 who aren’t actually a political party, but a splinter-group from yer actual BNP, who still share many common members with, yes, the BNP. Yeah, you’re dead right, they are extreme. Well spotted. She goes on to bring out some cracking deadpan one-liners, saying that the parish council’s decision not to elect her into its number as “discriminatory” (and you suddenly have a problem with discrimination since you joined a party that denies people membership on the basis of their race?). Because her membership of the BNP means nothing to her supporters, proudly disinterested in politics as they are, she retains their support, although gratifyingly she was defeated in the eventual election (and then soundly patronised on her party’s own website). Her dreams of one day being an MP, rest assured, seem a long way off as she cannot win an election even when faced with an electorate that she mostly knows by name. But it does seem that being photogenic and having no criminal record – two things that place her in a minority within the party – have seen her given an easier ride than would ordinarily be afforded a BNP member.

The same could be said for Simone Clarke, now obligatorily referred to as the “BNP ballerina”. The head dancer of the English National Ballet was revealed last year to be a member of the party, and the sympathetic hearing she gained from the Mail may have a lot to do with her gender and her looks (how ironic that the BNP should benefit from positive discrimination, and that the Daily Mail should partake in same). Where normally someone promoting a political party might expect to be hauled over the coals for showing a worrying ignorance of what that party stands for, and for singularly failing to back up their arguments, Clarke is almost patted on the head for being the victim of a nasty, dirt-digging journalist.

The crippling naivete – or even bland, meaningless platitudes – on display in the interview actually seem to count in Clarke’s favour. While I despise the BNP and all that it represents, I must admit to having a shade more respect for someone who votes for or joins them if they are open and honest about WHY they have done so – they may be a bigoted toad, but at least they’re not posing as a vulnerable faun. Clarke’s defence reads like a checklist of clichéd pub philosophy:

“Using the word immigration is now a greater crime than cold-blooded murder” – no. No, it’s not. Jesus, people call liberals whiny?
“I’m not too proud to say that a lot of it went over my head” – there’s a clue in there, Simone. I take no interest in particle physics for that very reason, I don’t pay £25 to join a fan club for it.
“I think the BNP are honest. They’re not trying to dress up what they want, which is change on these issues.” – no, they aren’t, and yes, they are. See Nick Griffin caught on hidden camera, then see him interviewed. He’s a racist and a liar, sticking a suit on him won’t alter the fact.
“I’m not a particularly political person but I read the manifesto and I took it on face value.” – another error there. Nick Griffin could pledge to dangle his dick in a bucket of custard on taking his seat in the House of Commons in the full knowledge that he won’t need to make good on it.
“I don’t know why it’s OK to be shot for your mobile phone and the thief be given a few months in prison but I’m not allowed to say, ‘I don’t agree with that’.” – you just did.

The article was written at a time when Clarke was still shacked up with fellow dancer Yat-Sen Chang, a Cuban immigrant with a Chinese father and an individual who would be barred from joining the Griffin revolution on the basis of his foreign nationality.  Since then, however, she has dumped him and swiftly got engaged to BNP bigwig Richard Barnbrook.  Of course there’s nothing sinister in that – when love strikes, it strikes regardless of circumstances.  Anyone taking the cynical and wrong attitude that there’s a hint of PR in a prominent member of the BNP ending a relationship of which the party disapproves and moving in with a fellow party member who while at university directed and produced a film that looked a hell of  lot like gay erotica and has a tendency to get really quite agitated at the very mention of this, almost like someone trying desperately to distance himself from something… well, it’s horrible even to suggest such a thing.  You won’t hear me saying that it all looks like a coincidence to try and shrug off reputations that are potentially damaging to Clarke’s and Barnbrook’s standing within the party.

I just wonder if the Mail have an exclusive deal to show the wedding photos, that’s all.