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Written on September 14, 2007, and categorized as Secret and Invisible.
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Recently I’ve been observing the strange resurgence of fascism on this side of the Atlantic Ocean, on the other side of the Mediterranean Sea. First was the shocking to some (but utterly predictable) outbreak of Israeli fascism in Petah Tikva. Eight young men of Russian origin are said to have filmed themselves carrying out hate crimes, wearing Nazi insignia and proclaiming their allegiance to Adolf Hitler.

Why predictable? Because theocratic Israel has always encouraged aliyah (Jewish immigration) regardless of any other moral considerations or political persuasion, in its constant, apartheid-style attempt to marginalise and repress the indigenous Arab population. It matters not to them whether you are ultra-right or just plain evil, just so long as you are Jewish, or at least, one of your relatives is Jewish. These poor but often highly educated Russian emigrants replaced the Arabs in the worst jobs, taking their place at the very bottom of this divided, stratified society, doctors and dentists finding themselves doing humiliating menial labour. Ironically one of the targets of this reprehensible group of thugs were ultra-orthodox, often right-wing religious Israelis, who were viciously attacked along with the usual fascist victims, people with dark skin, and homosexuals.

Secondly, in Greece, that beautiful, fire-ravaged, burnt land, the place which, when I first visited its shores, I understood how humans could look upon landscape and consider it the handiwork of God, I read that the far right political group, with their simplistic, populist solutions in a time of great trauma, are likely in their general election to exceed the 3% of the vote necessary to enter national parliament.

As I was entering adult life in the late 1970s there was briefly a resurgence of British nationalism, led by the long-since discredited National Front, and since replaced by the British National Party or BNP. Millions of people of conscience – the same kinds of Brits who marched against the Iraq war – joined the Anti-Nazi League and attended Red Wedge concerts in mass, voluble, visible protest at the rise of intolerance and violent bigotry.

Racism still simmers in parts of the UK – in Bradford, in Essex – places where a poor white underclass is ripe for exploitation. Glad to say we’ve kept our Nazis excluded from all but the smallest showing in local councils, but they still exist, although thankfully we’re more resistant to them than our French neighbours across the channel.

British fascism is relatively clever though, it likes to sneak in through the back door. Many of the policies adopted by Thatcher in those dreadful Conservative years were fascist – like cancelling elections, for example. Thank God we’ve moved on; and let’s be sure not to go backwards in forgetfulness and ignorance.

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This thing has 4 Comments

  1. twit
    Posted 15 September, 2007 at 12:07 am | Permalink

    Thank you.

  2. North East Nationalist
    Posted 15 September, 2007 at 9:26 am | Permalink

    Could you please explain just how the BNP are facist as they are clearly not seen that way by millionns living in what was Great britain today!

  3. Deek Deekster
    Posted 15 September, 2007 at 3:55 pm | Permalink

    Some attention to spelling is needed here: “fascist” has an “s”, “millions” only has one “n” and Great Britain is Always Capitals.

    I say, bring back compulsory spelling tests on the hour, every hour..

  4. Indigobusiness
    Posted 16 September, 2007 at 2:56 am | Permalink

    I say bring on compulsory editing options for all blog commenters.

    Not capitalizing Christmas, in a comment below, haunts me endlessly.

    Even with my fascist spell-checker, screaming constantly at me about my howlers, I still manage to butcher the language.

    I’m up for telepathy.

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