Brave new world: The complicated side-effects of Britain's mixed-race households

Bev is beautiful, with silky black skin and thick hair she ties in a bunch at the top, spurting like a fountain. At 15, her face reminds me of the young and feisty Winnie Mandela. Dressed in denim, she is wearing lots of African It's hard to talk about that when we are all trying to be polite, faking it all the time.bracelets and rings on her ears. And, incongruously, pearls, several strings looped around her high neck. Her face changes like an English summer – bright and sunny one minute, then suddenly dark, brooding and sometimes stormy. She wants to talk, she tells me, otherwise she will go crazy. And what Bev tells me is a part of one of the least reported stories of family life in modern Britain, remarkable and complex, and perpetually shifting.


"My family is messy," she explains. "There's been divorce, remarrying, separation, step-parents. It's hard to talk about that when we are all trying to be polite, faking it all the time. I was in a mood the other day – you know, you get into a mood. My mum came into my room, held my elbow so hard it hurt, and whispered: 'You'll lose me this man, too, you stupid girl.'

"Then there is RACE!" she continues. "We are black-and-white and inbetweenies, but no one mentions that either. We have to pretend that mum's latest guy is not white, and I am not brown, and there isn't an issue here."

She doesn't even take a breath as all this tumbles out. Is he unkind to her? I ask gently

"No, he's OK, I mean doesn't hit me or anything. But he has no idea. Comes from Norfolk or something. My mum loves all that – his fancy accent and that. She even went to Wimbledon 'cos he gets free tickets, and then both of them were moaning about Serena and Venus having a pushy dad, and my mum says something horrible about my ex-dad,

and whitie nodded – he always nods, like Noddy.

As soon as I have done my GCSEs I am out of here."

This country has more mixed-race families than any other in Europe. According to the latest social research, one in 10 young Britons lives in a mixed-race household and the number of bi-racial children is growing faster than any other "ethnic minority" group. We also have high divorce rates and – increasingly – step-families. Put all these factors together and you get a newish phenomenon: the rise of the mixed-race step-family. Social services, counsellors and academic researchers have not yet caught up with this social development. And those of us who find ourselves in these reconstituted multi-racial families make it up as we go along. I guess Bev's mum and step-dad are having to do just that.

Back in 1988, my Ugandan Asian husband unexpectedly went off with a young blonde, and her blondness made the betrayal all the harder to bear. It felt as if he was rejecting our cultural and inherited DNA. Our son was only 10 and still in shock when a blue-eyed Englishman came into my own life – came, in effect, to stay. Suddenly race didn't matter. How self-serving we humans are. I was, at the time, a race-equality warrior of the GLC sort and my comrades were unforgiving. The personal had to be the political.

"How you let your boy be raised by the enemy, eh? What you teachin' him bout his self," asked an Afro-Caribbean activist.

She had a point. In my memoir, The Settler's Cookbook, I describe the hard adjustments, guilt and trepidation as my lover and I, two people of conflicted histories, committed to a life together. My son and I are third-world rowdy, open and fiery – how that scared the gentle Colin, brought up in a home where polite English discourse prevailed and high drama was only allowed on telly. Witnessing our daily, raw emotional exchanges, Colin feared the wounds between mother and son would never heal. At times I felt he was a repressed Englander, still imbued with colonial assumptions about civilised conduct. The departed father was handsome, sporty, an Imran Khan type who taught his boy to win, to beat down opponents. Ugandan Asians are congenitally competitive. The man who replaced him despised all that. He was working class and a life-long socialist, an ideological descendent of the Levellers.

"Then there is RACE!" she continues. "We are black-and-white and inbetweenies, but no one mentions that either. We have to pretend that mum's latest guy is not white, and I am not brown, and there isn't an issue here." Colin learnt to eat Indian food with his hands – a sweet gesture – but our re-formed family inevitably became anglicised. I wonder whether my son would have been more Asian if his dad had not left us, and yet I would never swap the life we subsequently made. When my son was 16, along came our daughter, Leila, his sister. Colin had to work even harder to ensure my son never felt like a loose tile in the mosaic. Physically Colin must have felt outnumbered – Leila looks Asian and sometimes people don't realise her dad is the man with the blue eyes. Our home is a vessel on a capricious sea, requiring much care and cultural wakefulness.

The journalist Sophie Radice understands what I am describing, having experienced multi-ethnic step-family life herself. The daughter of the Labour peer Giles Radice, she has an 18-year-old son, Louis, whose father is French Dominican. Her partner Dan Weldon is white British and has co-parented Louis from when the boy was two. It isn't easy. Their roles are circumscribed, yet Dan, Colin and many others in the same position are pulled into intimacy, expected to be selfless. Dan and Sophie also have a daughter. As the family becomes less self-conscious of difference, Louis appears to be getting more aware of his own hybrid racial identity. Just another complication along the way: "He gets very upset if white people don't realise he is mixed-race and assume that Dan is his dad," explains Sophie. "It is not Dan he is rejecting – but who Louis feels he is. He's into hip hop and black music and jokes about race and the awkwardness around all that."

Louis's biological father lives abroad and sees him intermittently. For his son, though, that biological link is above reproach. When quite young, Louis asserted: "Yes, I'm French, Scottish, Italian, English but mostly I'm Dominican."

As racial self-identification becomes more important to a child – one way of expressing feelings of loss of the "real" parent perhaps

– there can be a period of self-imposed distance from the step-parent even if that relationship has been sound and nurturing.

It must hurt, though none of the men I talked to ever confessed that it did.

Not even Meena's stepfather Mario, who has recently endured appalling verbal abuse as well as cruel rebuffs . Meena's Hindu father was brutal and a drunk. Fearful for her baby, her mum, Minaxi, ran away to a refuge. Five years later, Minaxi met and married Mario, an Italian chef. Meena was embraced by Mario and his clan. Two daughters were born after Meena turned 10, and she felt they were her sisters. Until now.

At 19, Meena suddenly feels alienated from her Indo-Italian family. She sought out her biological father, who rejected her because she is no longer a "proper" Indian. Not once did he try to see his child over the years. But Meena forgets that:

"That's what I can't forgive my mother for. If she wanted to make another life, why didn't she find an Indian? What right did she have to turn me into a half-Italian bastard, neither this nor that?"

Such hurtful things are said, not really meant but a sign of inner turmoil. Mario is bewildered and Meena's mum is too far removed from her Asian family to give Meena what she needs. It may all pass but much damage has already been done to a fragile reconstituted family where everyone acted in good faith until race came knocking.

Meanwhile, Louis's developing identity is a challenge for the man who has been with him for almost all his life, but the relationship is holding strong. "A part of him really appreciates Dan and I have heard him defending Dan against his own dad," says Sophie. "They do fight, of course, but there is a bond. Dan has had to learn about a mixed-race child. We took Louis to Dominica to meet his dad's family, and Dan was amazingly understanding – not at all jealous."

Betty Gotham is a softly spoken white British woman who married an Afghan asylum-seeker in 2005. Now 41, she runs one of the Government's SureStart programmes and comes across as eminently sensible, the sort of Englishwoman who can tackle any challenge. Soon after the wedding, however, she had to take on her husband's young son and daughter, who had never left Afghanistan and were attached to the extended family. It came out of the blue, this urgent call. The boy had developed a life-threatening illness and needed medical care that was only available in the UK.

The children spoke no English, recalls Betty, and were completely bewildered. "It was a cultural whirlwind on top of all the medical concerns and the children being homesick," she says – and life is still a struggle as the values of two civilisations demand primacy: "It is hard for me to see that the father expects the little boy to help less than the girl Zalmai, and I get angry. My husband wants her to wear a headscarf and she doesn't want to, so she turns to me for help but there is no point – I have to respect his wishes." That is all she can do– a white stepmother has little autonomous power to make changes. But subtly, quietly, Betty is injecting modernity into the family she has inherited.

What do the kids think of her? "I don't know. Zalmai has tried calling me 'Mum' at the school gates [but] it must be hard for them. They miss their mum, have only seen her once since coming over. My stepdaughter is naturally stroppy and takes her anger out on me because she can. But what is going on inside her head is hard to know. They have met with prejudices too – Mohammed, the boy, especially."

In perfect English, Zalmai, who is nine, tells me: "Well, it is safer in England. This country has more mixed-race families than any other in Europe. According to the latest social research, one in 10 young Britons lives in a mixed-race household and the number of bi-racial children is growing faster than any other "ethnic minority" group. Now I have a lot of friends – but it is different. I have mixed feelings, I think I'm quite confused. I love Betty quite a lot. You are the person you are inside, and she's a good person inside. Yes, I think I love her." Betty tells me it is the first time she has heard those words.

That love can be as strong as the love between natural-born children and their parents, perhaps stronger as it is freely given and taken. Carey Smith is a 27-year-old therapist, part Jamaican and part Geordie. Her parents divorced when she was only two. It was not an easy relationship, made harder still by the disapproval of both white and black Britons: "Mum became defensive and when she left my dad – who was not good to her – she decided she would never allow herself negative feelings. She is too positive so can't understand how I felt really."

When Carey was eight, a white stepfather, a Scotsman called Martin, arrived: "I was silent and stared at him. His accent was strange. He arrived with two boxes and must have been crapping himself. Mum wouldn't give him wardrobe space, fearful that it might not work out." They lived in suburbia, where Carey had to deal with racism and her own identity – moving between Afros and bobs, blackness and trying to pass as sort-of white. But her relationship with Martin was solid. She wanted to call him "Dad" but it was hard at first: "I didn't feel I had a dad until I was 14. Sometimes if I saw a black man with a mixed-race child I would cry." Martin stayed steady. "He picked me up from school, cooked for me, understood me. It wasn't hard to love him. But I needed my blackness affirmed and he couldn't do that, obviously." Carey now belongs to the support group People in Harmony, which has long helped people through these emotional dilemmas.

Stan, an Eastender, failed to find within him the stoicism and resolve he needed when he took on four stepchildren aged 8 to 18. He married their mum, Maria, a Kenyan, once a dancer and now a businesswoman, the one woman he says he ever loved. He contacted me himself and within minutes was sobbing. It had been two years since that relationship broke down, he told me, and he blames the children who, he says, plotted to destroy the marriage: "It was unbearable. Those accusing eyes following me, insulting behaviour, always blaming me for bloody colonialism. And she took their side always. Said I was racist when I told them off." Was he? Is he? He stopped for a minute and said candidly: "Maybe there was some of that. These could not be my kids and I wanted my own who looked a bit like me, not jet black, but she wouldn't. Is that racism or just what everyone wants?" The end came with a bang. The 10-year-old boy threw a chair at him and called him a "white pig". Stan picked him up and hurled him on to the sofa, then shook him. The others rang the police and the rest is bad history. Maria will not take his calls.

Based on the research I conducted for this article, I think there are more good endings than bad ones like the one Stan described, even when families come together from places wide apart. Adele, a middle-class liberal with a breaking marriage, was trying to cope while bringing up two young sons. A friend introduced her to Harry, a Ghanaian engineer, who was single. He had come to Britain to study and planned to head back to his own country. They knew almost instantly that they belonged together and have been happily married for more than two decades. He had been raised in a village back home. Now he lives in Wiltshire, which couldn't be more different. At first she was worried: "I thought, their dad's left, this adds another dimension. Harry being African, I mean. They won't cope." It was a needless worry.

Harry took on Noah and Nick (now in their twenties) and gave them what they needed: a solid, steady male presence in their lives. He did not try to be their dad, was just a loyal and dependable friend. It worked. Adele and Harry had two sons – which could have caused a crisis – but the family got only closer. When sometimes the older boys went off the rails – as boys do – Adele was desperate but Harry supported her without turning on the kids. He did tell them when they did wrong and they always listened to him, but he had to be careful: "I thought they had some hidden fears – was I going to betray them? I believe in discipline, a very African thing, but I had to respect who they were. I had to hold back. I didn't want them to say to me: 'Fuck off, you aren't my dad.' "

A Godsend, then – as in my own life was Colin, who during the hard times could get through to my son like no one else. He even made my boy his best man and years later the compliment was returned.

Sensitive and committed step-parents can make a difference, though the going is tough. Children suffer more than we think when their parents part and families reform. As the following stories show, the good news is that a remarkable number of couples do manage to overcome obstacles and bring up sane and happy young people in mixed-race step-families, a testimony to the power of love and human generosity.

"My daughter talks to him like an equal"

Mayai Sharipova, 41, was, like her ex-husband, born in Kyrgyzstan. Her 11-year-old daughter, Nazgyl, is from her first, traditional marriage, in truth a legal abduction: "He didn't propose," she recalls. "I was kidnapped by him. I was walking down the street and he approached me, invited me to his house for a coffee. His mother was there. She put a white scarf over my head and claimed me as a wife for her son. I was too afraid to say no." They moved to England. The marriage was deeply unhappy for Mayai. Eventually she divorced her husband and a few years ago met a white British man with whom she has a baby boy: "Nazgyl has two fathers: her biological father and my new partner. His relationship with my daughter is very good. He takes her to the park and she talks to him like an equal. He is more supportive, more helpful and more friendly than my ex-husband was." For Mayai, her daughter is lucky – growing up with two different cultures: "It makes her more open-minded and more confident," she says. '

"Other people's perceptions don't bother me"

Professor Anne Phoenix is black British and the author of several books on young people. Her white partner, Charlie Owen, is a pioneer of research into mixed-race Britons. In the early eighties, she was married to a fellow Caribbean Brit and had a daughter, Anoushka. When the child was still a baby the marriage ended and Charlie came into their lives, a friend and a man who never wanted kids. They met at an event to protest about the death of a young black man in police custody. Race equality is fundamental to them, but could Charlie father a black child, not his own? Charlie's instinctively kind, which must have served him well. Anoushka was soon attached to him and calling him "Dad". For Charlie, it was unsettling and pleasing. He did not want to elbow in, and she did, after all, have a biological father. Anne, meanwhile, was confident this white man could be trusted to raise her beloved daughter. They talk about the subtleties of crossover relationships, about pride and prejudice and misguided definitions of race identity. For Anoushka, now an academic herself, there are no misgivings: "Charlie is my dad. That's what I have felt since I could understand things. It was sometimes confusing for my school mates – how come I am black and not mixed-race when he is white? But other people's perceptions don't bother me. I have never said to him, 'You're not my dad' – because he is, has been in every way." Communication, trust and honesty have made this family strong. Stronger perhaps than many mono-racial families who have never had to deal with divorce and absent parents.

"The crunch moments come as they grew up"

Tahera and Andy were both involved in community work. She, a Muslim, was separated and had two children, Shez, aged five, and Imran, three. They were friends before it turned into love. Like many mums, Tahera was most worried about how her kids would react. At first, it was easier than she feared: "They were quite accepting of him especially when they were younger," she recalls. "Then came the crunch moments as they grew up." Once, in a row over choice of TV programmes, the stepfather said, "I pay for this" – and a perfectly normal situation turned ominous, as happens so often in delicately balanced families. Andy converted to Islam to take away that barrier, at least.

Before he became a Muslim and learnt his duties, Tahera's mum treated him "as if he was a ghost".

The family he entered had their own cultural rules, and Andy needed to learn that etiquette to fit in: "We eat together and we are taught not to take too much food and not to grab the best bits," explains Tahera. continues here

Modeling Interracial Love

Sure, maybe it’s centuries of colonialist perceptions of certain racial groups as “masculine” or “feminine,” “dominant” or “submissive.” But maybe it’s just a height thing.

A recent Center for Economic and Policy Research discussion paper looks at pronounced asymmetries in interracial couples. Why is it, for example, that in the United States and Britain most blacks who marry whites are black men marrying white women, rather than black women marrying white men? And why do most Chinese who “outmarry” exhibit the opposite trend (i.e., more Chinese women marry whites than Chinese men do)?

Economists and sociologists have previously proposed models focusing on education and socioeconomic status in order to explain these patterns, apparently without much luck. Two economists, Michèle Belot at Oxford and Jan Fidrmuc at Brunel University, have proposed a simpler alternative — height:

We argue that a simple preference for a taller husband (or shorter wife) can explain part of the gender-specifi…c asymmetries across ethnic groups in the propensity to outmarry. Blacks are taller than Asians, and their height distribution is closer to whites. Because they are taller, black men have better prospects on the white marriage market than Asian men. For women, the reverse is true. Because Asians are relatively short on average, women fare substantially better on the white marriage market than black women.

The paper focuses on British data, but considers American marital patterns as well. In their conclusion, the authors say their findings have implications for immigration and competition for mates:

These results … also point out a previously unrecognized implication of large immigration flows: they can potentially alter the sex ratio on the marriage market — and in turn the bargaining power of the two genders — even if their gender composition is roughly balanced. For example, a large inflow of East Asian (and Chinese) immigrants to the UK or the US will effectively increase the marriage-market opportunities, and the bargaining power, of white men relatively to white women, even if the influx is balanced with respect to genders. And, rather ironically, the relaxation of laws or social norms against interethnic marriages may implicitly increase the relative bargaining power of one gender in comparison to the other; and may even disadvantage some ethnic-minority individuals (in particular black women) in the marriage market. continues here

Mixed marriage rates rise in Australia

Researchers say the growth in intermarriage is evidence that racism is waning



Most Aboriginal men and women intermarry with non-indigenous Australians, new research has shown.

Analysis of the 2006 census reveals that 52% of Aboriginal men and 55% of Aboriginal women were married to non-Aboriginal Australians.

In Australia's larger east coast cities, the intermarriage rate was well above 70%; in Sydney, as many as nine out of 10 university-educated Aborigines had a non-indigenous partner.

Until the 1970s, hostility to such unions prompted the government to remove their children, creating what became known as the "stolen generation." Researchers from Melbourne's Monash University say the growth in intermarriage is evidence that racism is waning in Australia.

Dr Bob Birrell, who led the research said: "In the US, the social divide between black and white is deep, and intermarriage rates with African Americans is 8%. We don't see any parallel here. Prejudice to intermarriage has pretty much evaporated."

He said a growing number of people identified themselves as Aboriginal – up from 250,738 in 1982 to 455,028 in 2006 – which was further evidence of declining prejudice.

But Birrell said demographics, not politics, were the main factor in the growth of cross-cultural relationships. Intermarriage was "especially high when the indigenous move into communities where they are the minority", he said.

In the Northern Territory – where Aborigines in are the majority – far fewer choose partners from a non-indigenous background. In the capital city of Darwin, 33% of men and 45% of women marry non-Aboriginal partners, while, in the outback, just 2% of men and 5% of women take a non-Aboriginal partner.

Yet despite the growth in mixed marriages in Australia's urban centres, racist notions dating back to the 19th century persist and children of mixed parentage are still described as "half-caste" or "quarter-caste".

Linda Burney, the first indigenous person elected to the New South Wales parliament, said that, despite the figures, indigenous Australia was unlikely to disappear altogether.

"My mother was white, my father Aboriginal but I am Aboriginal. I have one child who is very fair, blue eyed and blonde and the other has a very similar dark complexion to me. Their father was an Aborigine with an English father and an Aboriginal mother," she said. continues here

Benefit fraud pair sent to jail

A couple who sailed part way around the world on a £100,000 yacht while claiming benefits have been jailed.

Shashi Bacheta, 52, was sentenced to 21 months at Swansea Crown Court, while Jeffrey Cole received nine months.

Bacheta, of Swansea, admitted 16 counts relating to benefit and Cole, 58, admitted four charges which were together worth about £43,000.

It was found, despite claims Bacheta struggled to get out of bed because of an illness, that she went scuba diving.

Swansea Crown Court heard that at various times between October 2002 and January 2008 she claimed housing benefit, council tax relief, income support and disability living allowances.

She claimed to be unemployed and failed to declare she was living with Cole at his home in the Sketty area of Swansea or declare any of his assets.

These included his yacht Kismet.

The court heard that mother-of-two Bacheta was paid disability living allowance, council tax benefit and housing benefit while cruising around the Canary Islands on the Kismet.

Cole pleaded guilty to four offences of obtaining wrongful credits and false accounting.

Judge Huw Davies told Bacheta: "You were in perfectly good health and took active holidays to travel so much of the world.

"You went on safari and sailing the seas in a private yacht.

"You were guilty of a set of cynical offences of defrauding the benefit system.

"You started off making applications for housing and council tax benefit. You went on to make application for any benefit you considered it possible to make.

"There was a degree of sophistication in what you did. You sought to get round the checks as a challenge to your ingenuity."

Gran Canaria

The judge said the pair had been living together for five years and "taking holidays in some considerable style".

He told Cole: "You bought a yacht for £100,000 having sold some of your properties. You set off to enjoy your personal wealth and money extracted from public funds."

Swansea Crown Court heard the couple were caught after posing for photographs while their yacht was moored in Gran Canaria.

Two retired police officers, enjoying a similar around-the-world adventure, snapped the couple before posting the pictures on their blog.

Fraud investigators, who had become suspicious of the pair, discovered the blog while searching on the internet for the Kismet.

At an earlier hearing, the court was told that Cole pretended to be her landlord when they were in fact living together.

Ian Wright, for Bacheta, said she had "acted out of greed" after getting divorced from her husband of 20 years. continues here

A shade different

After growing up in an environment of huge racial variety, how much, wonders Akosua Annobil-Dodoo, does skin colour dictate our choice of lover?  

It came as no surprise to hear that 72 per cent of people in the UK, according to The Observer poll, have never slept with someone of a different colour; probably because I'm one of them. 

I've only had two sexual partners, which is rare for a 27-year-old, especially one working in the media industry. Like me, both guys, including my current boyfriend, are black Londoners.

I've always had a preference for black men. Growing up in a house with my father and three older brothers probably did the trick. But while this inclination suits me, I never expect the same of other people.

Two of my brothers are in mixed-race relationships. One has a white girlfriend, who is due to give birth to a boy next month, and the other has an Indian wife, who is expecting their first child next spring. 

Whenever I meet my siblings' new partners, the first things I study are their personalities and behaviour. Protecting my brothers from bunny-boilers is far more important than skin colour.

It doesn't surprise me that many people, according to the poll, would consider having sex with someone of another shade. Desire often takes precedence over prejudice. Maybe the delay is down to the fact that they haven't met the right people yet.

In my experience, most people who advocate same-race relationships would still sleep with someone from outside of their race. 

A close friend of mine - an attractive 35-year-old single, black woman - refuses to date outside her race. She's prepared to travel as far as the Caribbean or America to find her Mr Right, and she fears that European and Asian women are, as she puts it, 'taking our men away'. Nevertheless, she also admits to fantasising about having a one-night stand with the Swedish footballer Freddie Ljungberg. 

Our environment has a huge influence over who we become attracted to. Britain is one of the world's greatest cultural melting pots. With so many different races, colours, religions and ethnicities to choose from, it's inevitable that some of us will cross cultures and break family traditions when it comes to dating, sex or marriage. 

Another friend is the daughter of a former British National Party member. When we were at school she was too petrified to date black guys. However, she slept with 'a handful' after her father left the BNP some years later. She eventually settled down with a white partner, while her younger sister had a child with an African immigrant in 2003. 

An eccentric, but lovable, black girl I've known for 20 years has slept with a diverse range of partners, including a mixed-race hip-hop head, an African-American basketball player, an Albanian builder, and an English West Ham fan, who is the father of her four-year-old daughter. In contrast, the majority of the Muslim girls I went to school with are married to Muslim men. Most of my Bangladeshi, Pakistani and Indian peers were never allowed out after school. 

Looking back, if my parents had given me the same treatment as that received by my Muslim peers, I probably wouldn't have kissed three local white boys (not on the same day of course). 

My family lived on the Isle of Dogs in the heart of east London for over 30 years, until 2001. It's a close-knit community. Most of my white classmates' parents, grandparents, uncles, aunties, cousins, brothers and sisters all went to school together. Most people from the Isle of Dogs have families that have lived in the area for generations.

It's rare for them to marry outside of their community. The majority of the people from my secondary school have had children with each other; and earlier this month, a girl from my science class announced on Facebook that she'd got engaged to James, a boy I used to sit next to in form registration. 

In the place where I grew up, blacks, Asians and whites are more likely to sleep with each other than with someone from outside the area. Crossing cultures is OK, but dating outside of the borough is a no-no. 

Generally, blacks, Asians and whites have had more than 50 years to get to know each other. As a result, attitudes towards interracial relationships have changed and having sexual encounters with someone from another race is less of a taboo.  continues here

Miscegnation

Dam it’s hard sometimes, it takes it’s toll ,whilst everyone or most capitulates, lowers standards or succumbs to egalitarian madness, most no longer care, no longer hold out, no longer place the whole above ego. I am chained to my beliefs, held fast by conviction, a despised valuer of Caucasoid genes, for me they must be saved, must be plucked from the abyss, even as a great weight pulls us down. 

I always knew I was different, always recognised that race held meaning, always realised, that I had no choice but to contest the bully, fight unfairness and challenge injurious doctrine. Yet in this world, or at least this continent, it is easier to kneel to corruption, bow to greed and embrace genetic distress, far easier to make a path for egalitarianism and wave on the pernicious left. 

To fight them, in whatever way, leads only to sorrow only to hurt, oh not the physical kind, yet physical hurt is not real hurt, not when placed in comparison, there is perhaps no greater hurt, than watching your people die, watching them make merry, throw roses in deaths path and fiddle whilst we burn. As a nationalist I experience many emotions, emotions often at variance, at one time anger, another sorrow and the worst sentiment, let them have their fate, they deserve it, a witness to a crime not wishing now to interfere. 

Do you know, you are already dead, already history and should nationalism fade, you have then no defender, much as we are derided creatures, loathed creatures, of the shadows ,existing they would say outside the group, we are the groups only defender, without us and even seemingly with us they have you. You are easy prey, never before have we been so easy, so very stupid and so very doomed, times past these laws would reach no house, be passed by none, be they lord or not. 

Now though, the white man crawls upon his belly, prostrates himself for all to laugh, exposes his belly for all to exploit, no longer a proud creature, no longer a worthy and some would say unbeatable adversary, now half the man of just a generation ago today, the real men have rheumy eyes, shaky hands and no strength, they leave this earth and we are truly bereft. 

We are lesser then lesser still, soon we will be not worthy of saving, not worth effort, just a millstone around the neck of the world, no other creature strokes the undisguised predator, holds death so tight and makes enemies of saviours. In nature we are truly unique, for we build up our predator, make it equal and give it greater legs, then we sit back and watch it eat us; consume us, slowly and with relish. 

We polish the teeth of the crocodile even as it chews our leg; preen the feathers of the cuckoo even as it replaces our young and place the gun at our own temple; we are in this age, our own worse enemy. It seems that they can play football with our culture and we do nothing, they can spit upon our history and we hardly stir, finally they can eradicate our kind and we smile as fools. 

There seems little point at this point in our history, in relating our history, in any case we are undeserving of such a history, such a past, the people that made the world and we did, even they can not take that away from us, although before we die they may. Yes we created it all, such a waste but to give it all away, to hand it over, not to our children but to the children of others so that our children, have nothing. 

Such a sorry state and so avoidable, so unnecessary, so foolhardy, as if we evolve backwards, as if dysgenics has grip, we lose our minds before then our countries, both lost some while before we lose our lives. A people that make laws to gain other people, yet injure themselves, that permit treachery to rule and the alien have say, such a people cannot survive cannot even hope to and mother nature is beyond caring. 

There are so many threats to our way of life, so many cuts to our body, if I asked you to pick one, what would you say, the left, the Jew, the Asian, the negro, all of them merely the foreigner. Perhaps you would play clever and suggest apathy, the indifference of one white man towards another, maybe greed, the all powerful mammon; certainly its bearing is great. Selfishness perhaps, concern for self above all else, now we hit the mark, yet it is a stew, a real mix, a concoction of ungodly elements fed to the body politic to kill it off. 

Quite simply to stop amalgamation, one merely has not to amalgamate, not to mix, not to become a mere ingredient, I can almost but not quite, hear the intake of breathe, the ethereal hush, the chorus of disapproval. “We are all the same”, do you believe that, do you, or do you merely follow the crowd, eschew controversy and duck the bombardment. 

I started this post, this ramble, in a personal manner, relating or should I say releasing some of me, I feel I should continue, as a younger man I held the same convictions, they were and are natural to me, of course I had no name to call them, no tag to give, I merely respected who I was and where I came from. I remember quite vividly ending a relationship because my partner had previously had relations with a non-white. 

I remember that many of my friends “fancied her”, for myself I never looked back, it seems at least for me that my beliefs impact my personal life, less than two years ago my partner and I broke up, because I would not give up my beliefs, would not place my personal life before them. For me politics and personal are inextricably linked, given that I have children and it is for their world I fight, not mine, my children have the right to live as their ancestors have done, amongst their own in freedom. 

Yet it is hard, recently I met a lady and there was and is that connection, that rapport, that strange although quite natural link, in such situations, a man notices things in a much more intricate way, the flicker of a smile, the light of the eyes, the body language, all of it attractions delicate dance. It is almost a play, a theatrical piece, each assigned a role leading to a common conclusion it would seem that, jokes are funnier, life stories more interesting and attraction a constant sun. 

It is nature at its most elemental, at its most powerful, for a man it is a clean attraction, an attraction without lust at least licentious lust, instead attraction becomes more defined everything is noticed, taken in and wanted. It helps it works both ways, although I cannot know the female mind, in such situations mutual attraction is recognised, attraction it is, two magnets vying with gravity, pulled together by an gossamer bond. 

For a nationalist fortune smiles less and fate is full of surprises, I suppose I knew, her knowledge of an alien subject gave it away, yet now in this multicultural morass we all know a little something, all have exotic knowledge our ancestors did not. So misgivings were put aside, I swallowed instinct and gripped hope, it was a colleague who told me, in passing mind, a workmate that cut that gossamer bond, or at least loosened it, “don’t say anything but….” he hissed.

I nodded sagely, part now of the plot, a holder now of forbidden knowledge, I know now of course that confidences are not kept in that quarter, I also know that this flirtatious dance leads nowhere, at least not where it could. I wondered how I would react, now that I knew for sure, now that my fears had been realised, would she know, would she sense, I dreaded seeing her at work, dreaded injuring her feelings, dreaded seeing her, instead of looking forward to it, as I had so often before. 

She came in and the attraction was still there, still Mother Nature plied her trade, yet I blocked every signal, resisted every lure, mentally edging myself away, building quite consciously a wall. My eyes feasted on attraction whilst my mind gnawed at its bonds, there will be no conclusion, no end, no relationship, I cannot, you see, the lady in question hasn’t the package I require, the lady in question can never be a nationalist can never understand the struggle, we stand at opposite sides of a chasm, she au fait with miscegenation and I not. 

So it is hard, sometimes, when others fall, at times though a nationalist can never pick them up, miscegenation, such a strange word, rolling off the tongue quite weirdly, yet it is better than race-mixer or other names, it is even more correct to leave them where they fall. It is considered politically incorrect in extremis, to disparage miscegenation, to state as I do that it is wrong, yet this habit, this predilection will be the death of us and presents as our gravest threat. 14

British bride who sought new life in India dies 'of sore throat' ten days after her wedding

A bride of ten days who had moved to India in search of an alternative lifestyle has died after saying she had a sore throat. 

Charlotte Bending, 24, from Cornwall, died in the arms of her Indian husband Jeetinder Singh, whom she met in Plymouth. 

They travelled to the remote Haryana region of northern India with her two children a few weeks ago and married on August 29.



Charlotte's mother Sandy Hunter, of Liskeard, says she is still trying to find out how her daughter died although she has been told it was either a sudden infection or an extreme asthma attack.

'I should be out there, but I've been advised not to go over,' she said.

Police in India believe lack of good medical facilities contributed to her death.

Her family now face a battle with bureaucracy to bring the children home. Jeetinder is the father of Gorkarak, aged one, while two-year-old Nasrullah is from an earlier relationship.

Jeetinder, 28, said: 'I don't have a visa and I need permission from the UK before I can come back.'

Charlotte was given medicine for a sore throat at a medical centre in Kurukshetra, in the remote Haryana region of Northern India, but within hours she collapsed and died.

Speaking from India, Mr Singh said: 'On the night she died she had a stomach ache, headache and sore throat so we went to the city to get medicine.

'Then when we went back to my home she said "I can't breathe" and she just collapsed.'

A post-mortem has been carried out but test results are still awaited. Kurukshetra police are not treating the death as suspicious.

Superintendent KV Ramana said: 'With proper medical facilities she would not be dead. That is just my initial observation.'

The family face a £2,350 bill to have her body returned to Britain.

Mrs Hunter, 50, said: 'I want to be able to grieve and I can't - I need to get my babies back.

'My daughter was a lovely, bubbly person and I am devastated she has died.

'I was not told for two days and I feel the authorities don't care. We're being sent from pillar to post really and it is disgraceful.

'I didn't get the chance to say goodbye to her. The last words I said to her were "Have a nice time," and I told her I loved her.'

She added: 'She was really looking forward to going to India and looking forward to getting married. She was so in love with Jeetinder.'

Mrs Hunter wants to bring her grandson Gorkarak - Charlotte's son by Mr Singh - back to England for his second birthday, on Monday.

She had to break the news to Nasrullah's father, Charlotte's former partner Amir Murad, who is said to be devastated.

'He's going out of his mind because there's nothing he can do,' Mrs Hunter said.

She is also concerned that the children are not well.

'I spoke to Nasrullah and he was just moaning. He was really ill. It's my responsibility to get him back - I'm his legal guardian.'

Charlotte's father, Clive Bending, 67, from St Ann's Chapel, said: 'We're trying to hold it together the best we can. She was a lovely girl - the best.

'Now we just really need to get the children back here where they belong.'

Mr Singh said he was 'completely stuck' without a UK visa.

'I need permission from the UK before I can come back,' he said. 'I want to stay in the UK but I won't let my kids go on a plane on their own. I won't let them leave without me. continues here

Any death is tragic and a life lost so unexpectedly more so, however, Miss Bending chose her life, she opted to up sticks and move to India, it has to be questioned therefore, just why her children need to return. Certainly Gorkarak has absolutely no right, the real problem lies with Nasrullah, another product of Miss Bendings predilection for non-white partners. Jeetinder Singh, the father of Gorkarak had this to say, 'I don't have a visa and I need permission from the UK before I can come back.’ Yet Mr Singh had also opted to up sticks, which in his case is only natural, as it is natural to want to be with your own, Mr Singh quite simply belongs in India, as does his child.

Should we berate Miss Bending for her lifestyle, for her lack of shame and her dismissal of countless years of genetic evolution, she so very carelessly corrupted, for her lack of concern for the rights of fellow citizens, imposing her both unwanted and peculiar offspring upon the rest of society. Perhaps a clue lies in the responses of the parents, Charlotte's father, Clive Bending, had this to say, 'Now we just really need to get the children back here where they belong', yes you heard it right, apparently these children belong here.

It matters not, that their presence impinges upon the rights and freedoms of others, it matters not, that these non-white children, are the product of ill-contained lust and abhorrent carelessness. No, according to Mr Bending, these children “belong here”, Mrs Hunter, Miss Bendings mother expressed the desire, to “bring Gorkarak back to the UK for his second birthday”, so we see just in those few sentences, that parental responsibly and civic duty, appear completely lacking.

Instead of instilling pride in who they are instead of imbuing responsibility for their actions, many mothers and fathers simply do nothing, it is for this reason, that the young run wild, drugs are rampant and miscegenation ravages the gene-pool. Of course, mass state indoctrination is the principal villain, the social engineering of our young, is vaster and more complex than any scheme before it, our children are corrupted en-masse, to commit racial and cultural suicide.

Yet parents have a part to play, a part that many choose to ignore, quite simply miscegenation equals death, whites as such a tiny percentage simply cannot survive, under current circumstances. Yet many parents have not a care, until the dark state is thwarted and natural order asserted, then it is up to parents and all caring individuals, to assert their benign influence, in order to safeguard our children. 14

British pensioner creates world's biggest family tree - after tracing 10,000 ancestors

A pensioner is claiming a world record for the biggest family tree after tracing nearly 10,000 relatives and ancestors.

Roy Blackmore says he had discovered that his ancestors include farmers, monks, a Wild West cowboy, Civil War soldiers, a king of France - and even William the Conqueror and Alfred the Great.

The 76-year-old from Taunton, Somerset, has spent 28 years and around £20,000 piecing together his family history.
Most of his research was carried out before the arrival of the internet, meaning he had to travel the country to study archives, cemetery records and census registers.

His tree stretches back to the Cerdick family in 500 AD and includes William the Conqueror in the 11th century and Alfred the Great in 880 AD.

He has listed 9,390 ancestors and relatives and has applied to the Guinness Book of Records to claim the title for the world's largest documented family tree.

Roy, of Taunton, Somerset, said: "It's been a very interesting journey which has taken some surprising twists and turns. One of the most shocking discoveries was that I'm a descendant of Alfred the Great.

"My interest started after I was orphaned as a child and and became curious about my family background. Since then, I have been searching high and low for information on my family.

"There have been some very frustrating times when I seemingly hit a brick wall. But there is always a way around or over an obstacle and you just have to persevere.

"When I started I never planned to go back that far but the more I looked the more interested I became. It's been incredibly interesting.

"I could go back further into my French descendants but I think I'll leave it as it is. I think I'll leave it there."

Roy, a former buyer for a perfume company, was fostered along with three of his six brothers and sisters when their parents Hubert and Ida died in 1931.

He began developing his family tree in 1980 and spent up to five hours a day scouring documents he collected from archives, libraries, cemetery records and census registers in London.

His tree stretches back to the Cerdick family in 500 AD and includes the French Royal family and Hugh Capet - a 10th century King of France.

Roy can also link himself through 37 generations to William the Conqueror in the 11th Century and 45 generations to Alfred the Great in 880AD.

He said: "The records show that my family were yeoman from around the 10th century when monks first started recording births. continues here

Well done to Mr Blackmore in tracing his family tree, it is I should imagine an enjoyable and rather fascinating pastime, we all come from somewhere and we are all unique. A family tree is more than a topic of study though, more than an interesting pastime, it is the continuance of a unique set of genes, genes that have evolved quite naturally through the ages. Mr Blackmore remarks that, “My grandchildren aren't too interested but I'm sure they will want to know more about their family as they grow older”. We would hope they do however, lack of interest in history or “where we came from” cannot be put down merely to youth, there has been a conscious effort to distort or even negate our history, until we now have the situation whereby many young people, have neither the interest nor indeed the desire to preserve their unique genotype. In fact that once most loathed of acts, miscegenation is now almost the norm, there is though, still the recognition that such an act is contemptible, albeit it a now unspoken recognition.

Miscegenation or race-mixing ruins forever the family tree, the unique genotype, introducing alien elements both into the gene pool and the nation, we can of course lie, pretend that there is nothing wrong with this however, such an act is both selfish and destructive. To a large degree miscegenation is still the preserve of the shameless, the slattern, attractive only to low women and aging white males however, this is changing, as the relentless tide of pro-destructive television programmes take their toll, the very word itself, programme is more descriptive than we first realised in that, the little box in the corner, programmes us to accept things we perhaps wouldn’t, if we were not subconsciously told to do so. Television holds such power; it has the capacity to create a seemingly personal world, between the viewer and itself, to fully immerse the viewer in a world of its own making.

On television miscegenation is never an evil, never the threat it is in reality, homosexuals are always funny, not skulking around in public toilets “cottaging” or despoiling beauty-spots with their aberrant behaviour, negroes are always so really very nice, decent chaps, caring, funny, sensitive, law-abiding, yet beset by evil bigoted white racists, said racists exhibiting quite appalling character traits. The negro invariably is portrayed as the victim, getting both the girl and one supposes the sympathy, television now, knowing it has corrupted the minds of many young white girls, has set out to corrupt a harder target the young white male, soap operas, now depict many inter-racial relationships as occurring between a negress and a white-male.

Yet the black female, is not as a rule attractive to the white male, not that is, unless there are some quite white features in evidence, one has only to look to black female celebrities to see that this is the case, in almost all cases the female in question exhibits white characteristics physically. Try it yourself, create a test, write down as many famous black females as you can and then check, in most cases white characteristics will be quite dominate. Of course soft focus and make-up departments will aid this process and many that appear less negroid, will in fact not come over quite so attractive in the flesh, it is quite simply fact, that the more white features held by “black” female celebrities, the more attractive they are to the masses. Even within the black community in almost any setting, lighter skin tone and more European-like features, are considered more attractive, millions of pounds are spent every year on skin lighting creams and hair straightening products.

Some cultures place themselves at considerable risk health-wise, merely to look a little whiter, to appear more attractive to a potential mate, of course our own women lie beneath harmful rays, believing quite erroneously as it happens, that a tanned skin is more attractive for similar reasons. Miscegenation, race-mixing is disastrous to whites given that the end product is black, it is quite simply impossible, for a mixed race couple to produce a white child, although there are cases where to the eye, a child can appear white however, in general this is not the case. People rant and rave over Islam playing up what is merely a religion, as thee threat to the west, I beg to differ the greatest threat to the west is race-mixing, for once the gene-pool is mixed there is no come- back no return.

In the UK mixed race individuals are the fastest growing “community” and must therefore be considered the greatest threat, I am a racialist, I hide behind nothing, I state my case and as a racialist I recognise that every race, be it white, black or oriental must be preserved must be protected. Quite simply in numerical terms the white race faces the greatest threat, our numbers simply cannot survive constant intermixture, at some point we will on current trends die out. There will be no-more Mr Blackmore’s able to trace his family tree, at least no white Mr Blackmore’s, we work to protect the elephant, the polar bear all sorts of creatures from extinction, isn’t it about time we worked to protect ourselves. 14