Uncharted Thoughts.

Here we are again, on the precipice, we are about to delve into another summer of civil unrest and rioting. More of our tax payers money spent on policing the inevitable.

I don’t even know if I condemn these actions anymore. I have always stood firmly on the side of peace, of discourse and the English vote solving the issues.

Now, I’m not so sure. Time and time again we are presented with overwhelming evidence of this countries inability to move forward. To get past the issues that have been gripping it for over two decades now.

Last year I documented the riots that spread across the country without control following the murder of little girls at a Taylor Swift dance party. The police failed to crush it, communities were unable to protect their own, and grieving parents watched as the country tore itself apart.

We fast forward a year, and a student boy of 18 was murdered by a two-tier justice system, and left to die by the police. Not only left to die, but restrained and arrested as he bled out on the side of the road as he asked for help.

Martin Luther King, is and always will be, an idol of mine. A man who stood on principle, on justice and on peace. He believed that the only way you can meet against evil is with peaceful demonstration. Now, I am not comparing the struggled of the native English with the Black enslavement, and segregation of the Americas.

But to struggle, is to struggle. And there is corruption, and evil within the UK. It is running through its lifeblood like a cancer. From parliament, the the house of Lords, the judicial system and the media.

Last year I made a documentary: Frontline: The Battle for Britain’s Minds, found HERE. It was both a warning and a prediction to the future of this country, how if we continue down the route of division and injustice, we will be a nation of unrest.

Often I question myself on the legitimacy of my memory of growing up here in the South West of England. I remember my life being good, my parents were happy, stress levels were relatively low and I felt that we lived in a safe, just country.

Am I looking through rose tinted glasses? Was I unaware of the reality of this country? Did I understand what was going on? Has the country ever really been what I remember? I guess as a student of history I should know, and understand the reality of those questions. But the truth is, it only makes it more difficult to see through the fog.

There is no doubt in my mind that what we see today, with mass migration, illegal immigration, corruption and warped laws, has been the result of international interference. That Russia, China, Iran, Israel, America, the EU and India, have all had their hands in the pockets of politicians, Lords and media outlets. The UK, truly is the middle ground of this propaganda war.

The riots will spread, I have no doubt in that, and if they do not spread this time around, they will next time. Until there is change, dramatic, and quick change, our once beautiful, peaceful and just nation will descend into chaos. I am not going to say what that change will be, as I am not affiliated to any political organisation or party anymore, I have lost hope in all of them, but change must happen, and fast, if we are to keep civility in our coutry.