Black history to be taught in school as part of curriculum

Radical changes to the secondary school timetable will be introduced next week when England's three million secondary school pupils return to the classroom. Key alterations include more emphasis on the study of black Britons and other ethnic minority groups in the history curriculum. Youngsters will be told they should study topics such as the abolition of slavery in the British Empire and the work of reformers such as William Wilberforce, the MP who campaigned for its abolition, and Olaudah Equiano. Equiano was one of the most prominent people of African heritage in the British debate for the abolition of slavery. A former slave himself, he managed to buy his freedom and work as a seaman, merchant and explorer before writing an autobiography depicting the horrors of slavery. Teachers are told they should "brainstorm" issues such as slavery, asking questions such as "did slaves have rights?" and "does slavery exist in the world today?" However, curriculum planners are anxious that the subject should not just portray ethnic minority groups as victims during history lessons. Topics on the Civil Rights Movement in the US, Mughal India and the arrival of the British in India will also be included. The aim of the latter is to show that civilisation did not just begin with Britain and the rest of the Western world in the 19th century. A spokesman for the Qualifications and Curriculum Authority, the national curriculum watchdog, said: "The national curriculum for history gives pupils the opportunity to explore the social, cultural, religious and ethnic diversity of various societies." Traditionalists have criticised the curriculum content for specifying characters such as Wilberforce and Equiano by name while omitting mention of noted politicians such as Sir Winston Churchill. Michael Gove, the shadow Secretary of State for Children, Schools and Families, has said: "Winston Churchill is the towering figure of 20th-century British history. His fight against fascism was Britain's finest hour. Our national story can't be told without Churchill at the centre." continues here

What will it take, what evidence do you need, to say “I’ve had enough”, is there nothing now that will stir response, are you blind, deaf and senseless, do you seek self-gratification at the expense of all, even your children’s future. You see the scales were tipped long ago, white survival frustrated, before many of us were even born and its about that, make no mistake, its not hate as they allege, its resistance, a reluctance to go quietly. For we are going, slowly, incrementally but we are going, not for our kind a future, no continued existence, just the darkness of death and the quietness of the tomb, we seem to welcome it, embrace it, holding fast to the reaper as he rides us to hell.

I would doubt there has ever been a case, where a people have invited their own destruction, on quite so vast a scale, it seems we need it, this coming apocalypse, in order to assuage our guilt, quiet the demons of the past, we must dance with the devil as he jigs us to hell. We don’t really have the right you know, to stand back and let them shovel their poison into the minds of our children, we have a duty to protect, to cherish and yet we fail, if we can let them take our children, they can take anything. It is all there for them, evil can sweep in and claim all before it as its own and haven’t we always known it, difference, haven’t we always kept a healthy divide between the planets disparate peoples, in order to survive. Until now, until the march of globalisation and the falsehood of egalitarianism, now to state plainly truth is a thought-crime, an act of evil, whilst to bomb those brown souls in democracies name, is laudable.

It is often said of me, that I live in the wrong age that I am not made for the world we have now and perhaps they’re right, certainly I endeavour to treat people with respect, be they black or white, of whichever creed, I would rather go without than steal and I place great value on loyalty, all traits I’m afraid of another age. An age recalled now only in a historical sense and isn’t that a shame, isn’t it beyond the pale, just what they have destroyed, even to now, this very second, as I write, so much already sacrificed. What have we gained, as we have let them dismantle our culture, ruin our people and sacrifice our future, what exactly, negroes rioting after they have had their carnival, their tax-payer funded, “rub it in your face”, black-fest, their annual mass game of cat and mouse against the police, whilst playing their “street games”, with those foolhardy enough to attend or walk the streets, during their event.

Perhaps the many victims of rape will advocate multiculturalism, singing its praises, truth hidden behind fearful eyes, no, then perhaps the drug addicted or the whites “jumped”, whilst walking in the land of their fathers, no, then perhaps the passengers on an over-crowded bus, vibrating to a tribal beat, surely there is a gain, they tell us there is, I just don’t see it. We have black history month in a white land, a month devoted to telling white children just how bad their ancestors were and now they want to preach this evermore openly, for they know, that none will stand against them, none will give it the time of day. So many things not given the time of day, so many that once placed together, present a nightmarish jigsaw, when will you scatter the pieces, kick over the board, remaking our country in its true image, not this, not this to hand on to our descendents, others gave us invention, poetry and works, great castles and great people, we pass on hell, misery and slow contagious death.

We can be so proud, so utterly pleased with ourselves, we have avoided the gaze of the dark state, avoided standing up, avoided voicing truth, therefore we are free, physically free, yet cowardice has a price, that price our genotype. By now you know the truth, there is no more telling to be done, no more that can be said, we are simply unalike, not meant to inhabit the same nation, the same ground, each type has merit, we and they, yet to recognise this is politically incorrect, as if opinion had borders, as if thought can be boxed, no I see it can and we let them box it.

Will they hate us, those minority whites to come, those poor wretches living in the rainbow nation, will they remember our age with bitterness, will they spit on our memory and curse us. I would, wouldn’t you, we are caretakers after all and the property is damaged, ruined to be precise, yet still we let them hold dominion over us and worse our children. It seems that every other race can have pride in its history, pride in its achievements, yet we must rail against our past deny it, we must betray all those who have gone before, in order to prosper in the here and now. No, I cannot do it, I will not do it, if I am alone in this so be it, why should I be happy that they poison the minds of our children, rob them of their birthright and we all of our pride, I am proud to be white, is that so wrong, so evil.

For so long now they have plotted our demise, sought our end and now the time is at hand, yet its an unequal battle, most have not a clue its being fought, it must stay that way for them to win and to this end they work, for if too many awaken to the threat, their defeat is assured and so they weave their intricate web and most become entrapped snared by lies. Do you forget that it was we, we whites who ended slavery, at least at the hands of we whites, today slavery still exists, still rears its head, as the “youth” wear the latest fashion made by pitiful workers in the east, or non-white enslaves non-white in the sub-Saharan basin, whilst even now Caucasians seek its end. Somewhere, a white-girl plies her trade and gives it all to her non-white pimp, somewhere an addict seeks more and buys it from a non-white dealer, slavery is with us and always will be, its just hidden, that’s all.

Why, why should we have to let them poison our children, many descendents of “below stairs” staff or the great back-bone of the industrial revolution, heirs of toilers, workers, labourers and yes slaves. A privileged few a parasitical elite, grew rich off their backs, whilst they were as they always are, merely fodder, mere cogs in a great machine, the journey from workhouse to grave was short indeed. People make a nation great and we made it the greatest of all, even modern America was eclipsed in the shadow of our empire, an empire stolen from us but perhaps that is a story for another day, another time. This is our country, our Europe, a white homeland, oh they tell you different, teach our children different but the truth is still out there, you just need to look, open your eyes and close your ears to their lies but most of all, instil pride for all with are into your children. 14

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