You know that horrible sensation when you step, barefoot, into something unpleasantly yielding on the kitchen floor? Can you imagine how much more awful it would be if it were in your hands, the shock and the disgust all mixed up in a terrible moment of knowing… So when I picked a leaflet up off the doormat which appeared innocuous, to the semi-sightless first glance of eyes still blurred by that wonderful a.m. haze, the moment of stark realisation was utterly brutal: I held in my hands a leaflet sent out by the BNP.
For those of you who live afar from these intemperate climes where the political landscapes are untroubled by creeping fascism and for those of you who might think I’m referring to the unmerged Banque Nationale de Paris (now half of BNP Paribas) I should probably define my terms: In this context the BNP are the British National Party, a far-far right ‘political’ party or, in the parlance of my Grandmother, “a bunch of twats”… and I use the inverted commas, and my grandmother’s phrasing, because the BNP are racist xenophobes and thugs.
My initial impulse was to tear the no-doubt disgusting spiel to shreds and throw it in the recycling bin, maybe the reclaimed paper would be used to print fliers for next summer’s International Food & Drink Festival in Cardiff?, but I hesitated. “If there’s someone trying to persuade people to vote for this passel of cunts,” I spake in soliloquy (and in tribute to an aged materfamilias), “perhaps it would be better to know just which particular flavour of Kool-Aid these (<crypto) –fascist pricks are peddling. So as to be able to burn their straw men down.”
I was wrong about the value of knowing their tactics; which seemed mainly to be whining about how unfair things are if one is, by their definition, British… On the other hand there’s a new video on the BNP’s site where Nick Griffin claims that fascism is a state where business and government are incestuously close and that he is an anti-fascist… But according to the OED (which must surely be his favourite dictionary), fascism is “an authoritarian and nationalistic right-wing system of government and social organization”, and has nothing, necessarily, to do with the relationship between government and business, no matter how deplorable.
So that makes him look even more like a cock-hole.
They can make their logo heart-shaped, following in Nazi footsteps with the misappropriation and corruption of a symbol they have no understanding of, but the BNP is a fascist organisation and Nick Griffin is a fascist playing sub-Orwellian games with language to try and hide the fact from the potential supporters who wouldn’t like to be associated with Franco or Hitler. Even in the previous video he reveals his hypocritical thuggish-leanings, decrying violence towards the BNP whilst talking wistfully about how his parents broke up meetings of the communist party “in the days of good old… rough and tumble”.
If you remain unconvinced because the British National Party operates like a cult, toning down their bilge and bile as much as they can in their still-hateful public communiques or because I am hammering the point with a certain lack of rhetorical flair, then spend half an hour on their website; or as much of half an hour as you can stomach. Read nonsensical and self-defeating arguments made without evidence, read gibberish and spite by BNP supporters in the comments. Or just read Nick Griffin’s introduction to the site, which is more than enough evidence of his loathsome beliefs.
So this is the new slogan I’ll be using wherever necessary and possible: THE BNP CAN FUCK OFF AND DIE
I encourage you to do likewise.