I’m more than a little mystified by the attention given to a pudgy fascist’s invitation to be on a BBC programme. In an amazing turn of events, the double-chinned duce apparently turned out to be a bit of a nob. Who’d have thunk it?
Personally, while not underestimating the sheer nastiness and hatred at the heart of the BNP leadership, I can’t help finding them more than a little comical too. Here’s Nick Griffin trying to be respectable, a man who spent his political development hating jews, blacks and asians, but now has to pretend he’s not opposed to mixed race marriages, not a holocaust denier, nor an associate of bombers and violent thugs (You’d think spending time with people like Tony “the Bomber” LeComber would make you think twice about racial superiority, eh?).
So no, I didn’t watch last night’s programme.
I don’t need a TV programme to tell me that Griffin and the BNP are wrong, or that their vision of a mono-cultural society is an attractive, or even workable one. I get proof of that every time I go to work, get on the bus, go shopping or have a drink. Every day, people of different backgrounds and races are making Britain a better place to live, or just plain old getting on with their lives without hatered or resentment. Poor Old Nick Griffin can’t stop that, no matter how many TV programmes he appears on.
We’re winning. He’s losing. Plus, we’re having a lot more fun. Which is one of the reason’s we’ll win.