Saturday 21 December 2013

A real moment of common humanity

On 16 October 2009, Penny Woolcock said this in The Evening Standard:
"My film 1 Day is premiering this month at the London Film Festival but if I had jumped in a cab instead of deciding to walk home from Kentish Town to Archway at 2am exactly five years ago, it would never have been made at all. 
As I reached the bottom of Tufnell Park Road I heard heavy footsteps pounding fast behind me and just had time to think 'this is it!' when I was punched in my back. I dropped like a stone and crooked my arm to hold on to my bag. I remembered that my voice was a weapon and yelled: 'Help me! Help me!' 
My attacker yanked at my bag and kicked my head while I tried to snatch at his foot to topple him. I noticed that he had big thighs, he wasn't a spindly druggie. He kicked me very hard several times until i heard the crunch of my skull and understood that he was prepared to kick me until I was dead or unconscious. I let go of my bag. He immediately stopped kicking me and ran off with it. I knew then that the attack was purely functional, he didn't actually want to hurt me, he just wanted my bag.”
So that’s all right then. The guy with big thighs was prepared to kick her skull 'very hard' until it crunched but 'he didn’t actually want to hurt' the nice lady. She continues:
“I staggered on to my feet to chase him and we both froze and looked each other straight in the eye. I saw he was just as freaked out and terrified as I was. I don't know how to put this but it was a real moment of common humanity, we were trapped together in the eye of the storm.”
Wow! 'A real moment of common humanity' between brute mugger and airhead victim! Does anyone out there think she’d be coming out with this crap if the bad guy had been white?
“Then he picked up my phone and ran off, looking so silly, a large young man clutching a handbag. I stumbled after him yelling: ‘Leave my notebook.’ 
He jumped into a waiting car and it tore off. I had a huge lump on my head and was starting to feel very dizzy. 
A young black man on a push bike and a young Asian man from the flats opposite came out to help me and called the police and an ambulance. I started projectile-vomiting, which is a symptom of concussion, and I wasn't well for a long time afterwards."
And all because of a big-thighed, nut-cruncher who didn’t want to hurt her.

Although Penny doesn’t mention the ethnicity of her attacker, trust me, the guy was black. Funny, isn’t it, she doesn’t mind mentioning that 'a young black man… and a young Asian man… came out to help' but she was never going to tell us that a young black man was prepared to kick her until she was 'dead or unconscious.' Oh no, not Ms Woolcock.
"The following day my handbag was found neatly perched on top of a car in Hackney with everything in it apart from my cash and my phone. I still believe that this was a sign of respect from my attacker. 
The policeman who returned it laughed at me. (I’m with Plod, Penny) ‘They are all scum,’ he replied. I don't believe it. They are not scum. But who are they? 
I never hated my attacker. I wanted to know why someone who was not sadistic… ('prepared to kick her until she was dead or unconscious') thought it was all right to punch and kick a lone women for a few pounds... 
Gangs, street crime, gun and knife crime are nothing to do with race and everything to do with frustration, exclusion and segregation."
Interesting how the vast majority of the gang members prepared to do such violence to complete strangers, are black though, isn’t it, Penny? Funny how when ours was a homogeneous, almost entirely British society, and starving in the twenties and thirties, in a way none of the non-native gang members are starving nowadays, they didn’t take their 'frustration' out on the weak and defenceless. They were excluded and segregated too but they would have rather gone without than do what that black savage did to you.

But then such truth doesn’t suit your happy-clappy mindset, does it? So your lovely, black nut-crunching mugger is just some poor disadvantaged chap who happens to be frustrated, 'excluded' and 'segregated.'  Thus do the PC Crowd excuse their ethnic foot soldiers. Even when they happen to turn on their benefactors. Ms Woolcock continues:
“It's only ever in the interests of the rich and powerful for poor people to fight and kill each other.”
Half-true. It’s in the interests of the liberal elite, the social engineers and the PC Crowd as well. Ms Woolcock continues:
“In Birmingham there are two big gangs known as the Burgers and the Johnsons, (both black) separated by postcodes. I gradually realised that many of the boys on opposite sides were closely related. (First, second and third-generation immigrants) They had attended the same primary schools, their mothers and grandmothers (black) still worship at the same churches, and none of them knew why the war had started. (Is it coz they’s black?
If a young man is caught in the wrong neighbourhood it can spell death… The rest of us travel around our towns and cities unaware that we are tramping across (black) battlefields. If you are a young man born in a particular place, you will be affiliated whether you like it or not. You may not get involved to the extent of carrying a gun but you can't ignore it. 
The most active young men refer to themselves as soldiers and to their friends in the cemetery as fallen soldiers. (The business of soldiers is killing) Individually, they will acknowledge that the war must stop, that there have been too many deaths, but it's not easy to go against the group. 
I learned that it all starts, the robbing and dealing, and the violence that goes with it, when boys get excluded from school. This is the turning point. Then older ones tease them about having bad hair and crap trainers and advise them to do something about it. 
‘Pop a tom, pull a bag and run rude boy, and don't get nabbed,’ as the character of Flash advises the younger Pest in the film… 1 Day follows Flash (Dylan Duffus) as he races against the clock pursued by his own top man, a rival gang, the police, his three irate babymothers (the mothers of his three children) (for whom the absent dad takes little if no responsibility) and his granny. 
Along the way he picks up Pest, his little sidekick, who is starting off his life on the road. I wanted the film to show the humour and energy of the ‘roadster’ thing (someone who doesn't work within society's normal parameters), (the 'humour and energy' of the non-natives who mug, rob, burgle, deal drugs, rape, gang-rape and murder) not just the sadness and the waste of life. 
When it came to casting I knew that there was so much talent locally that we held open auditions and cast all the (black) rappers and actors from the street. From the start 1 Day was always going to be a musical, like Singin' in the Rain... We need to listen.”
Nah, Penny. We need to deport the f***ers.

Penny Woolcock is a traitor to her tribe. Let me tell you why.

Self-evidently, she would rather pander to brute criminality than punish it. She would rather 'share a moment of common humanity' with a man who would have happily killed her for her handbag, than see him disappeared from the streets to somewhere where he couldn't hurt anyone else. She would rather celebrate the lives of such people on film than have them dealt with.

Such genocidally uncritical acceptance and promotion of the unacceptable is what gets our young and gullible involved with such savages. When the media associates creatures like these with 'humanity,' 'respect' and an absence of 'sadism' they usher the most trusting and air-headed towards experiences similar to the one Ms Woolcock managed to survive. What makes the black mugger appear 'cool' and untouchable to our youth is what gets them drugged-up, raped and murdered.

The Penny Woolcocks aid-and-abet this foreigner-on-Brit savagery.

If anyone must be kicked hard until they are 'dead or unconscious,' let it be those whose mindless treachery merits such treatment.

Let it be the Penny Woolcocks.

2 comments:

  1. A could article as usual. These people will get their comeuppance one day, and I think that day may be sooner that we think.

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  2. Fingers crossed for "sooner than we think" everyone!

    Happy New Year.

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