When I was a child my Grandmother would tell me of a man who stood for our people. A scholar and a warrior both, who spoke more than half a dozen languages, praticed poetry, and was the youngest major in the British Empire. Most people loved and supported him. He told the truth that politicians didn't want to hear. He stood for freedom, even when it was unpopular. For that they tried to destroy him.
Enoch Powell warned us of the danger of mass migration. For that he was cast out of high office by the establishment cabal, and the people were denied their wish to elect him at their Prime minister.
Enoch Powell warned us of the monstrosity that would become the EU. His singular rebellion threw the general election and forced a referendum on the EEC. For that he lost his seat in Parliament.
Enoch Powell warned us of the corrupt system that life peerages would become. He was offered one in 1987 and turned it down on principle, forgoing the title, its security and the trappings.
He had been given the opportunity to stand in Northern Ireland after having lost his original seat as an MP. The seats in Ireland were over-represented.
As a unionist, and believing in equality for our people, he voted to abolish himself and lost his seat in Parliament a final time.
There is much more I could say. I sometimes think we are living in the wrong timeline. We must be mad, literally mad to have taken this path. I imagine what it would be like if we would have had the man of principle, who devoted his life to duty. I think about the country in which we should be living, where we do not suffer at the hands of cruel and inept tyrants, where we have prosperity, but more than that, we have our identity. Bright eyes and bold hearts.
I truly hope that this nation of which I was born can be restored.
Our country once made a grave mistake.
The hour is late.
We cannot afford to fail this time.
