MANY years ago I read an article on English football hooliganism. In the 1980s there were many such articles. The vast majority of course were not interested in any way in understanding the tribal loyalties being displayed or the reasons for them. Where violence from other demographics or groups tends to be excused and pored over for other causes by the academic class, the actions of English football hooligans were never analysed in any way that might stray too close to sympathy.
And to an extent this was morally correct. I don’t think violence in the name of a football club or a national football team is excusable or laudable.
The only article that stood out, in a period of maybe ten or twenty years where the British media were obsessed with ‘England’s football thugs’ who ‘shamed the nation’, included a segment that was accidentally moving and sympathetic.
In it the writer described watching England fans square off with rival foreign fans also intent on violence. By this stage Britain has clamped down very hard on these groups and their organisation. Many leaders of the football firms were banned from travel and prevented from attending matches. But the same hadn’t happened with the football hooligans of other nation, so English hooligans looking for violence were always outnumbered by their foreign counterparts.
In this case the writer described the English groups breaking against larger foreign forces. But it was the bit that came after that which was oddly and unintentionally inspiring. The writer recounted how amongst the fleeing English he repeatedly heard a cry go up, which would rally the small group and turn them around to resume the fight. He repeatedly heard people in these drunk, angry, hopeless collectives shouting ‘Remember you’re English’.
The working-class thugs remember what the comfortable middle class forgets. Nations are tribes, and tribes tend to fight, and those who forget which side they are on lose more than those who are merely outnumbered are. The first at least have some chance to rally, but the second do not.
These aren’t comfortable lessons. They aren’t polite lessons. They are natural lessons. Those who entirely abandon a tribal sense of nationhood are not faced by like-minded gentle people who only want to live in amity sipping coffee beneath an array of brightly coloured flags, but by people who want to fight and haven’t forgotten how to do so.
There are nations that are war zones, nations that are full of tribal savages, and nations that produce people who aren’t going to sit smiling in the sunshine when a pretty girl of a different race walks by. Across much of the globe a kind of law reigns: the law of brute strength, and evil intent, and grasping whatever you want all the more eagerly if the response is too civilised and notably weak.
I was reminded of that during the Southport riots. In an incident totally ignored by mainstream media and the British political class, one of the violent attacks happened at a pub on the edge of a Muslim neighbourhood. You can watch the footage, if it hasn’t been scrubbed from the internet yet. You can see a lone white Englishman come out from the pub. Gradually, the edges of the street beyond the pub fill with what are obviously Muslims. Bravely, foolishly or both, the lone Englishman doesn’t flee, but stands his ground. Then the pack act like hyenas trying to take down a solitary lion. Inevitably, their greater numbers tell and the lone defender falls while being beaten and kicked.
The authorities of course presented the Southport riots as an explosion of organised far right violence from white supremacists and racists threatening poor vulnerable communities of huddled, terrified Muslims. There was no space in this narrative for the fact that old men holding up banners protesting against grooming gangs should not be put in prison for doing so, and no space for acknowledging that the police let armed Muslim gangs enforce violent vigilantism and anti-white patrols looking for victims to attack based on skin colour, and no room for either the government or the media to pay attention to that lone man attacked by a pack of assailants outside a pub. It is also very easy to find footage of the police telling armed Muslim gangs that none of them will be arrested, and footage of huge gangs of armed Muslims patrolling ‘their streets’ on this occasion and others too.
On the street and community level, the current British government and the judiciary and police and media have all been very clear. If you are white English and gather in public to protest against mass immigration, terrorist atrocities, the murder or rape of children, and particularly against Islam or crimes performed by Muslims, you will be ruthlessly suppressed. If you are from the protected and favoured Muslim minorities, you can walk armed on British streets, you can rape white English children for decades with the authorities aiding and abetting you, and you can openly support terrorist groups.
Not far from where I live, in the Westcliff area of Southend which is home to a Jewish community, pro-Hamas groups organised a march a few days ago. These people marched through a neighbourhood with a schul and a synagogue chanting ‘Death to the Jews’. Essex police allowed this march to go ahead and were present protecting the marchers from any potential violent response (which of course did not come, with both the Jewish and ethnic English communities of Britain being a lot less violent than other ones).
The reality is that the situation of the football hooligans described in the article I refer to above, is now the situation of the English people as a whole. The media and the courts and the politicians are all intensely interested in any crime or disturbance from us, and intensely uninterested in protecting us from crime and violence from others. Whether it’s physical assaults on the street, marches in support of terrorism, who gets arrested for hate speech, whose online commentary is policed, which religion is told they can’t pray in certain areas or are disturbing the peace when they proselytise, whose riots are treated as criminal and whose aren’t, who can be discriminated against in employment and who cannot, in every way we now have a two-tier kind of officialdom and law which treats the native English and even some peaceful and assimilated minorities as second-class citizens, as serfs, slaves and peasants who exist to be gradually and actually rather rapidly wiped out by demographic replacement, all while obeying the laws, paying the taxes, and remembering not to complain about raped and murdered children.
The process is facilitated at every level by academic, entertainment and media campaigns to pretend that the English where they exist are responsible for all modern ills (Adolescence), the English never existed as an ethnicity in the first place (Netflix’s black Anne Boleyn and the like) or somehow both existed and were uniquely racist and evil (books like Empireland: How Imperialism Has Shaped Modern Britain by Sathnam Sanghera, Inglorious Empire: What the British Did to India by Sashi Tharoor, and 52 Times that Britain was a Bellend: The History You Didn’t Get Taught in School by James Felton) and never existed at the same time that they were racist and evil (Britain was Built by Immigrants, We are All Immigrants, We are a Mongrel Nation, Cheddar Man Was Black etc etc).
On St George’s Day, our national patron Saint is a commonly deployed progressive means of denying the very existence of the English. The fact that St George was a Roman official from a distant nation popularised by returning Crusaders is taken to mean that the English don’t exist, a thing which is never done to any of the other nations that adopted St George as well. These include Bosnia and Herzegovina, Bulgaria, Georgia, Ukraine, Malta, Ethiopia, and the regions of Catalonia and Aragon. Additionally, he is the patron saint of Moscow and Beirut. Nobody, of course, tells Russians that they don’t exist as a unique people because the patron Saint of Moscow wasn’t a Russian.
The English cannot win. If they interact with the world and are influenced by anyone foreign in all their long history, they are told that these connections and influences mean that they don’t exist at all. If they reject any foreign influence no matter how malign, they are told that this proves that they have always been xenophobes and racists. Past success proves their moral worthlessness. Present decline proves their moral worthlessness. If they are proud, they are to be feared and hated. If they are humble, they are to be scorned and abused. If they assert their existence, they are racists. They must welcome those who hate them and pay for their own replacement, or else they are evil bigots.
They must be silent when their own abused children scream, and scream when the alleged rights of foreign adults are infringed. They must hate themselves with a burning passion, and love others with the same consuming devotion. And only the English who meet these exacting requirements, these suicidal requirements, are respectable and moderate and allowed to occupy positions of authority. To be English and to hate the English is to own the key to the corridors of power. Only that level of self-denial and self-loathing acts as a proof of impeccable sophistication. Only that attitude of sneering patrician contempt for the very notion of Englishness serves as the membership card of the social elite.
In this week of St George’s Day, the only adequate response, the only possible response for the outnumbered, outgunned, detested English, is to fight the near impossible fight, to oppose the forces of destruction with all one’s individual might, and to do the same as the football hooligans did in their tawdry, sordid, soiled but true recollection of collective greatness.
Remember you are English.
This article appeared on Jupplandia on April 23, 2025, and is republished by kind permission.
