Everyone who attended either of the appalling pro-Palestine marches in London and Manchester yesterday is complicit in the murder of Adrian Daulby and Melvin Cravitz. And the worst of it is, you know you are.
And yet you still went. The two men died after an Islamic extremist – called Jihad for Allah’s sake! – started killing people at a synagogue in Manchester.
And he did this because people like you have been wilfully and knowingly turning Britain in 2025 into Germany in 1936.
You created the environment, you brought back the hatred, you empower the psychos. And the rapist psychos.
Not in my name, as the empty slogan goes, but definitely in yours.
You hide behind anti-Zionism, but the truth is you hate Jews because you have been fed and swallowed ignorant, un-educated, violently racist anti-semitic bile – some of you from birth, some of you via the internet.
Some of you were born into ignorant hate and didn’t have the wit to think for yourself, some of you learned it – sheep that you are.
I’m ashamed to be British today.
And the racism? Don’t be under any illusion, we imported a huge chunk of it – then we normalised it.
So now in Britain we have racism and we have anti-semitism – as if they are two different things.
As if anti-semitism is racism lite.
It’s disgusting.
Go read about the Holocaust you idiots. Read an actual book, not a TikTok post.
What did you think you were achieving on your violent, self-righteous, hate-filled march? Are you really stupid enough to think Netanyahu is sitting there in Tel Aviv thinking “gracious me, they seem awfully cross in Greater Manchester, I better change my entire political worldview.”
No, all you did was bring more hate to Britain’s streets.
But you knew that.
And you still went.
I’m supposed to be a man of words but on Thursday all I could offer my friend who runs a Jewish newspaper was a two-word text – one word began with F and the other with H, and the first word rhymed with “clucking”.
He replied, knowingly, ruefully, almost apologetically, “That’s about the size of it.”
I know him as a pal and a drinking buddy but I never knew the hours he has had to put in at synagogue for years “in a yellow bib and holding a walkie-talkie” and, his words, “joking what a waste of time it was!”
We now know that this level of security at British synagogues is far, far from a waste of time.
Again, I’m ashamed to be British today.
He suggested “too many young Muslims are raised on poison” – and I leave it for you to decide if that’s an accurate assessment or not.
The muslims I count among my friends I don’t think were raised on poison, for a second – and yet I have to accept even these most British, kind, funny, and indeed tolerant friends are a little bit sniffy about Jews.
And once, as a nation, more we find ourselves having to apologise for Islam, and pointing out it’s not all bad.
Although I think the “religion of peace” claim is starting to wear a bit thin if I’m honest.
For the record I’m not anti-Islam, I’m anti religion.
I think when we have democracy, education, science and a space probe that has literally left the solar system and is 24 billion kilometres away, it’s probably time to stop saying there’s a man in the sky who only likes Christians / Catholics / Jews / Muslims / Norsemen, etc.
Depending entirely on the random geography of your birth.
But we have to face the facts that when you ask the question “when was the last Jewish terrorist atrocity on UK soil?” the answer is “never”.
Or Hindu? Or Agnostic? Or Zoroastrian? Or Buddhist?
But when you chuck in the two really uncompromisingly fundamentalist religions Islam and Catholicism, the answer becomes “where do you want me to start?”
There’s the guilt of a lapsed Catholic for you.