Day 11: Round Two
Day 11: Round Two
Carrying on from my earlier piece all the material here is written from memory rather than my notes made in court on the laptop which is in the boot of one of our security team's vehicles.
Another inanity from the prosecution was the suggestion that Mark should be jailed because an ‘unknown male’ at a meeting called out “twat some Pakis” in the middle of general applause for one of his points. He neglected to repeat the possibility that this was another of Andy Sykes’ crew. This does, however, indicate that, from now on, security and stewards at meetings are going to have to be much tougher with drunken idiots or loudmouths.
Jameson talks repeatedly throughout his speech of how phrases we use give “windows into the soul” through which the jury are supposed to be able to peer to work out our real intentions. I don’t know if he understands the deep irony of this phrase. It was used by Elizabeth the First when setting out the limits to the Protestant hunt for Catholics under her regime, designed to break the old confession that had been so disgraced in the public mind by its own persecution of Protestants under her predecessor ‘Bloody’ Mary.
Even though the Protestant heresy hunters executed dozens of unrepentant Catholics, Good Queen Bess made it plain that she was only concerned with crushing public dissent, and not with what people chose to belief in their own hearts. As such, she specifically instructed those responsible that she did NOT seek “windows into men’s souls”.
Yet this is precisely what NuLabour’s PC inquisition do want. Whether Jameson’s use of this phrase is based on ignorance of its origins, or is a deliberate piece of arrogant pressing of the boundaries for a new level of state repression I do not know. Perhaps he’ll be kind enough to tell me, for it became clear today that he’s reading this blog avidly. Another satisfied reader!
He tells the jury in grave turns that when Mark talked of seeing a pretty but heroin-ravaged blonde girl with an ‘Asian/asylum seeker type’ and of how he assumed that the man in question was a pusher, this indicated that Mark is a race hater. “He might just have been her boyfriend,” protests Mr. J.
“What evidence did Mr. Collett have to the contrary?” Once again, we see here the gulf of incomprehension between real life in inner city
In the real world, pretty blondes on heroin don’t have boyfriends, they have ‘clients’, and pimps. The ethnicity of the pimps may vary, but these days, they are very rarely indigenous English, Scots, Irish or Welsh. Most are – depending on the area - black, Muslim in general, or Albanian in particular. And if Mr Jameson thinks that comment warrants another crack if I walk from this one, I’ll be happy to go another round with him. Not least because one of my daughters is a pretty blonde, and I don’t have to think too hard to understand just a little of the pain the parents of the girl Mark was talking about feel every day of their broken lives.
We break for lunch and return at 2.15. Jameson turns to me. He suggests to the jury that I deliberately make it difficult to distinguish between Islam as a religion and ideology. The implication is that I could legitimately criticise Islam but any criticism of Muslims is illegal. The trouble is, it is not (yet), because Muslims come in all colours and sizes, and are not an ethnic group. This is the first of a fair few straw men he sets up to knock down, because he can’t deal with my actual arguments.
My Morley speech, being aimed at the media and police for anti-white bias, was, as I readily stated during cross-examination, was mainly about racism. Now Jameson says I’ve admitted that it the speech was about ‘racism’, and leaves the jury to conclude this means racial hatred against non-whites. Pathetic, but there is so much of this rubbish that I worry if some will slip under by defence barrister’s radar. For brilliant in law though he is, this isn’t legal argument, it’s fifth form debating society bullshit.
Of my speech in Keighley, he suggests that it may show that I “may be genuinely phobic about Islam.” Now it’s PC bullshit! A phobia is an irrational fear of something, such as tiny spiders or the number seven. Fear of the potential impact of Islam on our Western society, on the other hand, is not irrational in the slightest, but well grounded on incontrovertible facts and historical experience.
Next he tries to cherry pick a page of the Koran I supplied to question my interpretation of it. Curious that he didn’t try this trick when I was in the witness box and would have been able to shoot his pathetic effort down in flames. Still, perhaps that’s a tussle we can have next time if it goes to that.
He makes a great deal of the way I talked of ‘whites’, sneering as he uses the word as if there’s something wrong with us. Because, he says, I talk of the victims in racial terms, it follows that I am implying that the perpetrators must be seen in racial terms (not the case in my Keighley speech at all, where I was seeking to show the influence of Islam in the paedohile racist sex attacks).
We are here perilously close not to Good Queen Bess and the repression of Catholicism, so much as to George Orwell’s 1984, and the plot to remove words from circulation so as to make it impossible to think certain thoughts.
He similarly takes issue with my condemnation of the ‘multi-racial society’. To use the phrase, claims this overpaid witch-finder corporal, is to show an interest in matters ‘racial’ which clearly shows intention to incite hatred. Perhaps even to exterminate whole populations? Who knows what goes on in the white liberal’s self-hating mind?
He is particularly indignant about the fact that I said rather rude things about Stephen Lawrence. He ridicules the fact that I wasn’t prepared to call the policeman who was one of our sources for the real character of the lad. Here’s the nub of NuLab’s fury with these speeches (apart from the obvious need to claw back some Muslim votes): I’ve blasphemed against one of the Latter Day Saints of the Multi-Cult.
Moving on to deal with what I had to say about white victims, Jameson muddles up what was said about Gavin Hopley and Sean Whyte. Then he says that I’ve made up the idea that Sean’s killers have continued to prowl the streets, boasting that you can kill a white lad and get away with it.
The rules of evidence in this case mean that I am unable to show the jury the video footage we have of an Asian lad in Keighley police station naming the killer, and saying that he uses his reputation as a killer to intimidate people in both communities. Any journalist worth his salt would take up this terrible story and go digging to expose this terrible injustice, official incompetence and unexploded bomb just waiting to kill again. But, despite the fact we’ve been publicising the footage for months, not a single one has asked us about it. And Mr Jameson’s CPS have likewise turned a blind eye. As Mark put it so well, these are the bastards I really hate.
He passes over the murder of Lee Martin by calling it “another story”, then deals with the Kriss Donald murder by reading the most PC pieces from the hopelessly anti-white Scottish media.
He accepts that I predicted “with uncanny precision” the London bombings of 7/7, then returns to the ‘hate’ thesis by saying that the determination I had expressed in the same speech to get the story of the killing of Lee Martin into the mainstream media shows that I’m a race hater.
The BNP may have changed on the outside, he concludes, but the racism is still there. We were trying, he concluded, to create “fear of this Asian-inspired nightmare… because it’s a small step from fear to hate.”
He finished at 3.05. Several people in the public gallery woke up as the droning stopped. They included, incidentally, my wife, which says something either about his delivery, her, or me! From the glazed expressions on the faces of several of the jurors, I suspect it’s the former.
Straight away, the floor is taken by Mark’s silk, Mr Lawson-Rogers, who tells the jury that he won’t be finishing today. His voice is much more powerful and convinced.
He starts by explaining to the jury the significance of the addition to their evidence bundles of the extract from the British Crime Survey which proves Mark’s point about there having been 150,000 recorded racist incidents in 1999, of which a staggering 111,000 involved white victims. Exactly what this means in terms of disproportionality (the average racist thug is 18 times more likely to be an ‘ethnic’ than a native), and the fact that the Home Office have stopped keeping such figures as they are inconvenient, is not gone into. Another minor defence failing (so many facts, so little time to express them) that could well be put right if it comes to another trial on these charges.
Launching into his actual speech, Lawson-Rogers says that the proceedings are “misconceived and inappropriate.”
“We live in an era of Political Correctness. You can think what you like, but don’t say it,” he says. “This prosecution is a fetter on the right to freely express one’s views, despite the fact that total freedom of speech is a cornerstone of our democracy.”
He quotes Voltaire, and goes on to say that “our rights and liberties are under attack as never before.” We face, he points out “drastic erosions of our freedoms: Detention without trial, ID cards and so on…. Once these freedoms are lost they can never be regained.”
The he produces a classic Orwell quote: “If liberty means anything at all it is the right to tell people what they don’t want to hear.” We are, he continues “on new and dangerous ground, with the government of the Labour party prosecuting members of a legitimate and registered opposition party for campaigning speeches made during an election.”
He goes on to tell the jury that this prosecution could only be brought with the consent of the Attorney-General (a Labour man) in person, and to ask them to consider if it was a coincidence that the charges were laid the day after the long-expected election was actually called.
He concluded for the afternoon by getting out of the way a bit of legalese about how the European Convention of Human Rights impacts on the older Public Order Act. He promises to explain what this means for this case in the morning.
So another day’s done. A brief conference with the lawyers, who are taken with one of the points our own Lee Barnes has jotted down and passed to me earlier.
I have no doubt that both their speeches tomorrow will outshine the lacklustre Mr Jameson (who might, of course, be a perfectly nice chap, merely doing his job, blah, blah, or might actually believe all that PC guff. I’m not actually sure which is worse), not least because they have good cases to argue. But whether justice and effective rhetoric can overcome more than a decade of collective British worship at the Shrine of St Stephen, and all the other PC brainwashing that has affected even some otherwise sensible
And, on top of that, we have the potential impact of inscrutable Fate throwing something into the balance. After all, it’s plain to everyone who knows anything about this case that, particularly since it developed such a high media profile, the very worst result for the CPS and the Powers That Be would be guilty verdicts and prison sentences for Mark and me. Strange things happen when the wheels of history turn as quickly as they are doing nowadays.