There has rarely been a time in my life that has made me feel so angry that I thought I was going to explode, Thursday 20th December was one such day.
Sadie and myself live in a very pleasant and traditional English village called Brinsley in Nottinghamshire. It has some exceptionally genuine and decent people living there whose down to earth warmth and humour remind me so much of my roots back in
It was no surprise to me then, when at about last Thursday 20th December, on hearing a knock at the door, I saw the uniforms of two police officers through the frosted glass of the front door. On opening the door I did indeed see what I had expected to, two uniformed policeman standing there; although these officers I had not met before. The first officer requested firmly but politely to come in, I of course had no problem whatsoever with this request and so stepped back to let them in. I immediately suspected that this was not going to be a friendly chat however; these guys were here strictly on business. The first officer in, a Sergeant, ushered me towards the living room and with that another half dozen police officers entered the house through the open front door. ‘Mr. Single’ He said, ‘I have a warrant to search these premises’.
Sadie came downstairs and we were both instructed to sit on the sofa, the Sergeant then went into detail about why they were here and what they would be doing. It transpired that the police had received, very recently, from two corroborating informants that I had an illegal firearm in my possession, and that they would be now carrying out a thorough search of the house, all outbuildings and vehicles. I was handed a copy of the warrant, it clearly stated on it that the search was to include every area connected with ‘Single’. This was personal and very specific.
What followed was a thoroughly mortifying and debasing experience as the eight strong police search-team and sniffer-dog systematically searched literally every single square inch of our home from top to bottom. We had to remain seated with one officer monitoring us, so were unable to observe what was happening, as police officers brought in a bewildering array of equipment. The sergeant with us was not an unpleasant man and clearly preferred to talk than to sit there in stony silence, as his colleagues rifled through our home. He explained that they had a job to do and they did not want to cause us unnecessary stress and said that they would make as little mess as possible. After we had begun to talk and I had explained that I knew who was behind this, he said to us ‘So we are being used as pawns in a political game then?’ I said that I was sorry to confirm that he was.
The search was a deeply distressing experience for Sadie as we watched from the sofa, officers take apart the kitchen and even search through the teabags. Considering the level of stress she has endured over the last two weeks I was amazed at her composure. This was in fact, the second time in two weeks that uninvited people were in our home invading our privacy which made her calm state all the more impressive.
After two hours sitting on the sofa with Sadie, I needed the bathroom, and was informed that this would not be a problem, except that a police officer would have to stand behind me. I made light of the situation as best I could as I have always found that humour, even under duress is often the very best way to help oneself through a tense situation. While I was upstairs relieving myself, I could see using peripheral vision the police in our bedroom going through our clothes and personal effects with plastic gloves on. I felt my blood boiling, but I never once let it show; I kept telling myself that these guys simply had a job to do and it was in everyone’s best interests, especially Sadie’s just to try and let it flow over me.
Four and a half hours later the search was complete; the Sergeant sat in front of us with a bag of items carefully labelled in evidence bags ready to be transferred to the station. I was placed under arrest on suspicion of having in my possession a pressurised canister containing a possible noxious but unidentified substance, handcuffed and led out to a waiting police car. After being processed at the station, I was led to a cell where I spent the next two hours waiting for an interview.
The interview started with my background and involvement in the Party, before moving onto questions relating to the contents of the numbered evidence bags that he began taking out of a large grey sack. Each bag contained one item of the many I use to train British National Party security recruits. These were all the items necessary for vehicle and personnel search training to equip security members with the necessary skills for events and functions such as the Red, White & Blue festival. I have used these training-aids countless times as many people will testify to. In fact I have trained Mr Griffin himself in how to search a car for improvised explosive devices. I clarified that all these items, along with radios, body armour vests, scanners and a quantity of other equipment, I had a legitimate reason for possessing. My interviewer was satisfied with my answers, and the interview was terminated and the bags of equipment removed. I was informed that the spray canisters are going to be sent away for testing to identify what they contained, because although some contents are perfectly legal, other substances are not which would then constitute an offence. I was released on bail to return back to the police station at a later date to see if I am going to be charged. I am confident that all the training-aids that the police seized are all perfectly legal and therefore I am not at all vexed or worried about appearing back at the station. The police were aware that I have a completely clean record with not so much as an outstanding parking ticket; and they realised that I was clearly not the gun-tooting thug that someone had led them to believe I was.
I spoke to my solicitor and he confirmed that police had certainly not found what they had been told by an unidentified informant I had in my possession. I finally got back home after , tired, very hungry, totally and utterly appalled that someone had stooped to such a level in order to put us through this ordeal. On my inspection, it was quite obvious that the police had gone through all our letters, photos, books and literally everything else. Although they had been good to their word and not trashed our home, it was very clear that not a single shred had escaped examination. Even one of the floorboards had been ripped up, although fair to say they did replace it afterwards once they were happy that I didn’t have any illegal material lurking under it. The only real mess was in the loft where chaos now clearly reigned with our belongings literally piled up everywhere.
It is my belief that whoever had contacted the police had set us up and had a clear and obvious objective; they wanted Sadie and myself as much to experience as much torment and humiliation as possible. Whoever it was has a good knowledge of the law and knew exactly what to say to the police in order to manipulate them into raiding our home. They knew they needed two or more people to substantiate such a claim to lead to a raid and so they would have needed to have used someone else to help them. It would clearly be a person that would know I would have quantities of security training equipment kept at home and I could therefore possibly fall foul of an overlooked law if I were raided by the police that would obviously scrutinise all my equipment.
It would have to be a cowardly person, without the bravery to confront me themselves, but they instead chose to waste hours and hours of police time that could have been utilised in making the streets a little safer somewhere. It would have to be a person so desperate to shut Sadie and I up that they would resort to the lowest and vilest tactics in order to try and do so.
Sadie was, until unconstitutionally sacked by
Whoever is behind this attack on us couldn’t care less for the fact that the amount of pressure on Sadie has been so great she risked, as any midwife will tell you, a miscarriage and losing our baby. Something this traumatic could have easily have turned our greatest fear into a reality.
Whoever is behind this is clearly a very desperate and sour man. He is not a ‘Red’ because I do not believe that they would stoop that low, as they have never made this type of attack before, and potentially others could do likewise to them in retaliation thus making it utterly futile. Whoever did this is not a ‘mole’ because such a person wouldn’t benefit from doing this as it would not provide a third party with any information because all seized items and paperwork remains strictly with the police. It was not committed by the ‘State’ to find out information because of the details the police told my solicitor and I after my interview. This attack I know came from one man, and he knows we know who he is.
So we know who you are; now listen to me.
It has come to pass that for years you have bullied, lied to and intimidated people into getting what you want for yourself. You have used tactics including character assassinations, lies and slander to rid yourself of your internal political critics, and those that offer any future threat to your position. This is the reason why you have actively sought to surround yourself with weak-willed sycophants and people who you can easily control and offer no threat to you whatsoever; people like John Walker, Dave Hannam and Mark Collett, even psychologically disturbed characters such as Lee Barnes.
However, the day you thought you could avoid for evermore has now actually arrived for you. You made a serious miscalculation when you chose to turn against us for doing nothing more than wishing to save the future of this Party. You are not a nationalist nor a man with any honour whatsoever.
We have not left the Party without a struggle as you hoped we would, unlike so many others before us. You underestimated our fortitude and the love we have for the cause of saving our land; and you grossly underestimated the level of support we have and are attracting daily. This support is not just from active Party members today, but many others you have wronged in the past; and there are a great many indeed.
Ordinary members and activists are now realising the lies in your words and are starting to see the true nature of the beast. Your ‘amnesty ultimatum’ is a perfect example of the inept, lumbering and condescending methods you use to ‘deal with malcontents’ that dare not bow down to you. You have thrown at us, the so-called “rebels” the most contemptuous insults such as ‘Hard-line Nazis’ and ‘Leftwing/Searchlight moles’ when it is clear that there has only ever been one extremist operating throughout this entire episode, and that is you. Even if a handful of people are duped and intimidated by your threats to unconstitutionally ‘purge’ them from the Party unless they grovel down to you by Monday the 24th December; I’ll guarantee that over the following months you will personally see to it that they are all ‘picked off’ one at a time, like the spiteful creature you clearly are.
I call all members and supporters of the British National Party to treat this insulting threat with the contempt it deserves and totally ignore it. Together we can stand, fight and win back the honour and integrity of this Party once again. If we are divided
One final note to Mr. Griffin - We will not go quietly, we will not yield to your treacherous backstabbing, lying and intimidation. We absolutely will not stop until you have been shown in public without your mask, so all true nationalists and patriots around this country can see just how truly despicable you are.