Three HOPE not hate campaigners surprised and angered the BNP in Norwich on Saturday when they arrived to monitor what the BNP supposed was a secret meeting point at the Duke of Norfolk pub in Mousehold Lane. Unknown to the fascists, who snuck into the area for a leaflet and canvass session, the closed public house had been watched since early that morning.
The arrival of the fake “reverend” Robert West – the BNP’s candidate in the Norwich North by-election – prompted the three anti-fascists to move in closer, and it was several minutes before the BNP noticed we were clicking away.
We approached the ropey reverend to ask who ordained him, but the prefabricated prelate went all sheepish on us and demanded that we address him as “reverend”. We decided to address him as “liar”.
We also asked him about Leader Nick’s call for the sinking of refugee boats, because we couldn’t find the verse in the Bible which states: “Blessed are those who torpedo black people on the high seas, for they shall inherit the Earth.”
Needless to say West wasn’t too interested in answering that point and went off to pretend to look through some BNP “literature” – a shoddy leaflet claiming that blacks are being housed ahead of whites by Norwich City Council (if they knew anything about Norwich North they’d know it’s within the boundaries of Broadland District Council, and the housing policies of Norwich City Council have no effect in the constituency).
Those fellow fascists of West’s who approached us all began with the “I’m not a racist” spiel then proceeded to justify blasting black people out of the water, one idiot talking about the New Testament’s justification for Nick’s sink ‘em policy, then going on about the Old Testament when, quelle surprise, he found himself out-brained by a real Christian who’d done more than read the Bible’s title.
While this was going on one or two of the motley assembly of 20 race haters were obviously losing it, and one of their goons suddenly jumped the wall separating us and attacked one of the HOPE not hate trio from behind, grabbing him around the neck, wrenching his arm behind his back and hustling him along the pavement.
When I pointed out he was committing a serious criminal offence the goon retorted “I can do what I fucking well like” – just as we saw outside Parliament the other week, when BNP goons ordered the public out of the way while they escorted Griffin and Brons to an egg-pelting party, and then again when they felled and trampled a black woman as they rushed their terror-struck Leader away from the scene.
The attack on our man prompted two of the BNP, including West, to call the police to claim that the three of us were victimising the 20 of them, and in minutes three police cars came blazing into the scene.
The lies quickly agreed to by the BNP didn’t compute with the police, and the officer who interviewed us was quite ready to arrest the BNP goon. I’ve got to say I was in favour of it, but it would have meant hours at Norwich police station and the loss of our cameras, so our man declined to press charges.
Edith Crowther, who stood in King’s Lynn Gaywood in the county council elections, explained that she had a degree in Arabic and that her goon mate was a “working class man from a poor council estate who doesn’t know any better..”
The kind of poor council estate where everybody owns a petrol-hungry 4×4 with a personalised numberplate, eh, Edith?
Crowther (”My husband sometimes lets me out of the house”) was peremptorily told to stop talking to us. We can’t say whether it was her husband who gave the order.
The turnout for the BNP was pathetic. Despite a national call for help most of the twenty belonged to Norfolk BNP, with few of them from Norwich – and almost all of them had out-of-county accents. Until recently, while the rest of the BNP prepared to fight elections Norfolk BNP prepared to order lunch, but we still couldn’t help but notice the absence of some of Norfolk BNP’s biggest online loudmouths, who, like most of the BNP, are too ashamed to show their faces in public and prefer to do their politicking from the anonymity of a keyboard.
After that not much happened. Everybody, including us, had to give their details to the police, and that kept the BNP corralled on the pub car park for more than an hour. When told they were free to go, the BNP cars waited around while a number of mobile phone calls were made, leading the HOPE not hate trio to suspect that something else was being planned, then they made a number of unsubtle feints (we’re not that stupid, West) and finally drove off in convoy.
As we had no chance of reaching our cars in time to follow, and as the police were still watching, we decided to call it a day at that point, happy that we’d acheived what we set out to do – but there’s a way to go in the Norwich North by-election yet, and we’re pretty sure we’ll be meeting up again with the BNP and its deceitful devil-dodger some time very soon.