Rebels Don’t Sleep

April 25th, 2016

Awake Goy

It isn’t unusual to be asked what prompted me to throw convention aside, stop conforming and do what I felt needed to be done. During the mid-sixties there were plenty with savvy enough to see where the coloured invasion was going. Britain’s governing regime was using taxpayers’ money to subsidise indigenous emigration to Australia. Simultaneously, equal amounts were invested in the mostly West Indian invasion of Britain.

Servicemen who had given their lives to defend England’s way of life were still warm in their graves when super liners, plundered from the defeated Workers Reich, were being used to ferry coloureds to Britain.

The wording of a classified in the Liverpool Echo was enough to get my pen out. Within a week I was founding member of Colin Jordan’s fledging British Movement. I was his confidant; he was my mentor until 1974.

Colin Jordan, Commander Rockwell and John Tyndall in the Cotswolds. — Colin Jordan, John Tyndall, and Commander Rockwell

Heady days, those awake to the threat facing Britain’s home population were making headlines. U.S. firebrand George Lincoln Rockwell was assassinated. Various nationalist parties were widespread in Britain. All were riding on the back of a tsunami generated by the ‘rivers of blood’ prophecies of the Rt. Hon. Enoch Powell, one of Britain’s most capable ministers.

Michael Walsh aka McLaughlin (Walsh is my mother’s maiden name) led the British Movement through its most turbulent history. An associate of all his British, German and American contemporaries I earned respect around the world of ethnic-Europeans.

As a career option the former British seaman is philosophical about life as a race-loving political activist. If you want a white knuckle ride and you’re big enough to face down the combined forces of conservatism and their race-hating race-mixing Communist defenders, go for it.

Be aware, however, that in this career gauntlet the clubs raining down on you, and you will also be gripped in the unforgiving hate-filled fists of the hard-left and mainstream media’s pen-pushers. Whilst you’re dodging their clubs, watch out for feet-tripping by the subversion squad. Good luck, you need some of that too.