Drumming out English Culture and History!

Black History Month!

What should your child be learning about this month in school to make them feel good about themselves?

A) Shakespeare Romeo and Juliet, Dickens and Oliver Twist, Winston Churchill and the Blitz spirit and the people who lived through it!
Or
B) Any black rapper, black athlete or anti-British black poet or writer!

It’s that time of year again when young white indigenous minds are brainwashed at the expense of the own racial identity, culture, and history! If your unfortunate to live in London or any of our big cities and your kin are white and have children or grandchildren you will know what I mean! It is heartbreaking to witness this corrupt left-wing state schooling of young indigenous white school children. But unless you have experienced it at first hand you will find it hard to get the full picture! In the schools (that boasts of having pupils whose first tongue is in over two dozens different languages) that still have a few token white indigenous children! You will find that their young minds will take a negative second place during this month, while all around them the virtues of black culture is bombarded into their small minds.

The political correct brigade that first came up with the idea of promoting black history, has come full circle! The black promotions are nothing more than a propaganda exercise that even Gerbels would have been proud of in promoting the white Aryan race in Nazi Germany! However, today in schools all over London, small white indigenous children are left confused! They don’t understand why all the fuss is being made of the black fellow scholars, (at their expense) and why they are certainly made to feel second-class during this month. What is this bias effect having on the psyche of the white (minority in many areas) London school children? For your child to witness daily, blacks kids being called on to the stage at assemble, and classes and projects of their heroes past and present is hardly working within an equal opportunities policy! EOP that PC mob have pushed so hard over the last decade does not seem to apply to white school children. The white kids can go to hell, this month and they do!

Sure they than can join in and even have a black hero too. But let them have white history month and white heroes and the heavens would fall in, under cries of racism!

Still it is not as if the brainwashing is not consistent! Throughout the year white token kids of the Brits are also subjected to many, many other influences of diversity that we must all bow down to. Imported into state schools are African drummers and their goat-skin drums. Parents who have concerns about these lessons, are reassured, by the flyers and notices that state these lessons are in accordance with the music lessons (within the national curriculum) learning repetitive sounds! What a load of bollocks this scam is! And when little Johnny does not come to school on Mosque or Hindu or whatever outing day the left-wing state school promotes, questions will be asked! Little Johnny has to make sure his excuse matches the written note from his parents!

So No White Poets month, No Winston Churchill month! No Blitz month! No White Inventors month. No White Month! Instead Hosts of black, writers sportsmen and women, musicians and anti-British black poets in Black History month!!!


Here is another black history month many will like to forget conveniently! 20 years ago this month in North London on October 6th 1985 Poor PC Blakelock (a home beat officer) was hacked to death protecting firemen in the Infamous Tottenham Riots. He was unarmed, this week his widow gave permission for the uniform (I counted over fifty slash and stab holes on the one side the newspaper showed!) he wore that night to go on view to highlight that not no one has ever been successfully convicted of this horridness crime 20years ago this month! A wild mob of Afro-Caribbean’s and Turks butchered the home beat officer! I knew someone who worked at the mortuary where the Post mortem was carried out, and the injuries were so terrible they were kept from the public! He head was almost cut off by the evil racist devils!!!

Like poor Oliver Twist we must run away from the Bad, Mad European Work House! They are feeding us Poisonous Scraps in what we get out of the EU, at the same time reversing our own hard won political rights while denying us our own sovereignty! We must kick Mr Tony Bumble Blair right up the backside and go and find our kind great uncle, our future and our freedom away from the wicked, who would see us starve of our own political independence!!!

And like Fagin we must review the situation!

Song from Oliver sung by Fagin

A man's got a heart, hasn't he?Joking apart -- hasn't he?And tho' I'd be the first one to say that I wasn't a saint... I'm finding it hard to be really as black as they paint... I'm reviewing the situationCan a fellow be a villain all his life?All the trials and tribulations!Better settle down and get myself a wife.And a wife would cook and sew for me,And come for me, and go for me,The fingers, she will wag at me.The money whe will take me.A misery, she'll make from me... ...I think I'd better thing it out again! A wife you can keep, anywayI'd rather sleep, anyway.Left without anyone in the world, And I'm starting from nowSo "how to win friends and to influence people"--So how? I'm reviewing the situation,I must quickly look up ev'ryone I know.Titled people -- with a station --Who can help me make a real impressive show!I will own a suite at Claridges,And run a fleet of carriages,And wave at all the duchessesWith friendliness, as much as isBefitting of my new estate... "Good morrow to you, magistrate!" Oh gawd! ...I think I'd better think it out again. So where shall I go -- somebody?Who do I know? Nobody!All my dearest companionsHave always been villains and thieves...So at my time of lifeI should start turning over new leaves...? I'm reviewing the situation.If you want to eat -- you've got to earn a bob!Is it such a humiliationFor a robber to perform an honest job?So a job I'm getting, possibly,I wonder who my boss'll be?I wonder if he'll take to me...?What bonuses he'l make to me...?I'll start at eight and finish late,At normal rate, and all..but wait! ...I think I'd better think it out again. What happens when I'm seventy?Must come a time...seventy.When you're old, and it's coldAnd who cares if you live or you die,Your one consolation's the moneyYou may have put by... I'm reviewing the situation.I'm a bad 'un and a bad 'un I shall stay!You'll be seeing no transformation,But it's wrong to be a rogue in ev'ry way. I don't want nobody hurt for me,Or made to do the dirt for me.This rotten life is not for me.It's getting far too hot for me.Don't want no one to rob for me.But who will find a job for me, There is no in between for meBut who will change the scene for me? ...I think I'd better think it out again! Hey!