I'm standing up for Britain, says Sri Lankan postmaster who won't serve migrants who won't learn English

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There's a huge Union Flag flying proudly outside Deva Kumarasiri’s house and it’s been there so long the edges are tattered and torn. 

Nearby, another one flutters from the back of his favourite Land Rover as he drives to work as the local cornershop postmaster. 

In case it’s not immediately clear, the Sri Lankan-born father of two – who fulfilled a dream to come to this country 17 years ago and took citizenship to make his life here – is proud to be British.

                                               A matter of pride: Deva Kumarasiri outside his shop in Nottingham

So proud, in fact, that he’s insisting all his fellow immigrants embrace our culture with the same enthusiasm as he does. Yesterday Mr Kumarasiri, who

taught his two daughters every word of the National Anthem, introduced a controversial regime at his post office counter.

If his customers can’t be bothered to learn English, he tells them, they must go away and learn it before he serves them.

His bold stand against nonintegration has sent a shudder of political correctness down whatever spine the post office has these days, and infuriated some local do-gooders who accused him of inciting division among the community.

But a few minutes spent with the 40-year-old Liberal Democrat councillor are about all it takes to establish his motives are pure – and that he’s driven only by a passion for the country he loves.

‘Nobody stands up for anything in Britain any more,’ he said.

‘It’s the best country in the world as far as I’m concerned, but the great country I once called Great Britain has changed a lot since I came here.

‘All I’m doing is telling people if they want to live in Britain, be British. Don’t boo our soldiers when they come home from Iraq. Don’t live your life without embracing our culture. Don’t stay here without making any effort to learn the language. And if you don’t want to be British, go home.’

                                         Patriot: Deva at home, where he taught his daughters the National Anthem

Mr Kumarasiri runs the post office inside a shop in Sneinton, an inner city area of Nottingham that boasts a diverse ethnic mix.

He became so weary of customers expecting to be served

without uttering a word of English that he took to telling them to go away and learn the language. It’s not exactly a ban, he says, because they keep coming back anyway.

But he tells those who make no effort to speak English they will need an interpreter if he is to give them a proper standard of service.

‘Our laws are written in English; our culture is chronicled in English. How can anybody understand that if they can’t understand English? I tell them if they don’t speak the language and they can’t be bothered to learn, then don’t bother coming here.’

Mr Kumarasiri, whose wife is a nurse, likes to call his regular customers ‘duck’ and ‘dear’, following local tradition.

‘The fabric of the nation begins to unravel if we don’t all speak the same language. When I left Sri Lanka I left behind that country’s culture, customs and language. I have done my utmost ever since to be part of this country’s culture. Far too many people come here and expect Britain to change to suit them.

                                          Roots: Deva growing up in Sri Lanka, where he left 17 years ago

‘An Asian woman came in here yesterday and I insisted she spoke to me in English. She replied she preferred to speak in her mother tongue, but I told her Britain was now her motherland and she should speak English.’

As we talk in his shop, an Eastern European woman silently presents a £299 benefit cheque at the counter to be cashed. A Pakistani man – berated earlier by Mr Kumarasiri for not speaking English, smiles as he struggles with ‘please’ and ‘thank you’.

‘I decided to make this stand because I think too many Britons are afraid to talk out,’ he explains. ‘If they insist on everyone speaking English they are afraid of being branded a racist.’

Mr Kumarasiri grew up in a village outside the Sri Lankan capital of Colombo and learned English at school. He always dreamed of coming to England and worked in a garage, warehouse, shops and another post office before taking over this one in Sneinton.

He met his wife, Durga, here and both his daughters, Shahani, ten, and Heshini, eight, were born here.

He took a ‘stupid citizenship test’ at which he was asked questions such as what age he needed to be to buy cigarettes in Britain, and holds a British passport. continues here

I should imagine it will stir the “patriotic” fervour of this new breed of nationalists, they will praise Mr Kumarasiri’s stand, commend him as an assimilated immigrant, smile and be on their way. So much better they will think, so much better than those that jeer returning troops, that have no wish to integrate and hold on tightly to their own traditions, after all, is there not our countries flag flown proudly by this man, does he not insist that others speak the language and has he not taught his daughters the national anthem.

They will never stop during their “patriotic” seizure, their populist climax to see the real picture, too far gone they, their eyes glazed and their body ashudder, they simply cannot question,

Populists though cannot see beyond anti-Islamic rhetoric, have not the sense to see, that they are thoroughly used by the Zionist lobby, that their destructive path all but seals our fate.

cannot see beyond the outward showing of patriotism, anything else is lost. Oh visit their sites, take a look around and they will mention “brainwashing”, mention “social engineering” yet never realise its effect upon them, yes too far gone they, all they see now is the flag, the red, white and blue, nothing else because nothing else matters.

You see racial realism is not part of their thinking, not given thought, not given a platform and so our future darkens, I would like to thank the contributor that send the information related to their thinking, that took the time to send us screenshots, perhaps it will require an article although time presses, in any event we know already they are not of us and we are not of them. We know already that populism is just as much a danger to our people as the scheming of parliament, in fact they are one and the same, there is no difference race realists believe, that non-white immigration can only have one result, that result white genocide.

It matters little you see if they “fly the flag”, if they demand that their fellow immigrants speak our native tongue, if they call us by quaint local colloquialisms, if they teach their children useless anthems, you see, whether they shout down our troops for killing their own in other lands or publicly shout out their “Britishness”, the result is the same, the end to white culture and civilisation. Populists though cannot see beyond anti-Islamic rhetoric, have not the sense to see, that they are thoroughly used by the Zionist lobby, that their destructive path all but seals our fate.

So I don’t care if Mr Kumarasiri flies the flag, it was never his, never theirs I don’t care if they all fly it, if they all embrace so-called Britishness ,for I know it for the sham it is, the lie it fosters and the danger it presents. For all their talk of brainwashing they cannot look to themselves, why the story, how could a national newspaper ever know, why would they feel the need to publish it and primarily what is its purpose, I know the answers, I see through the curtain perhaps its time we all looked harder.

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