Wednesday 21 October 2009

The Despicable Axe Murder In Huyton, Merseyside

by: Steven Ilchev, 2005
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As if Ken Bigley, Michael Shields and the twentieth anniversary of the Heysel tragedy were not sufficiently distressing for the effervescent, quite Celtic in its character European Capital of Culture'2008, the City of Liverpool had to be befallen by a brutal, racially-motivated axe murder in Huyton.

A half-decent heart of hearts breaks for the family of slain teenager Anthony Walker who has become the victim of a slim minority of ostracised scally-wags in The 'Pool who firmly believe that they should take it upon themselves to rescue the so-called "whiteness" of the population on this island. These lowlife excuses for humanity have desecrated a fellow human being's life that did them no harm. They just couldn't get over how a person of colour that is the antithesis to white could walk hand in hand with a gorgeous white bird in Huyton. Therefore, the imbeciles had to "rectify" the situation and slaughtered one of their own.

Now, the Walker family who are devout Christians have expressed forgiveness to these profane monsters who tried to strip their 18-year old son of all his dignity in a totally barbaric way. Is that how we show patriotism in the wake of 7/7 and 21/7, I hereby ask? Is that how we'll contribute towards making "Enger-land, Enger-land" a brighter spot for us all? No, me fellow outcast whites! This is sadly how we continue to justify the hatred for our very existence that is so widespread throughout the so-called Third World. This is a time when any person with a grain of morality can stand up and denounce this "white" behaviour. It is uncivilised and we whites have got to emphasise that point. No ifs, no buts! It is cardinally sick and the perpetrators of this crime are sickness personified and don't kid yourself. Their conduct is no more excusable than that of the terrorists who use jihad as their argument for grilling humans like kebabs all over the capital.

The Huyton axe murder has left the author in a daze. The heart of the message radiating from the "Ferry 'Cross The Mersey" lyricism has been uncompromisingly butchered by political slavery manifesting itself in disastrous emotions that have cut very short the life of a budding gent. This is not a moment for calm at all. This is a moment for assertion. We have to ostracise bigots and extremists of that ilk irrespective of allegiance, be it Al-Qaeda or White Nationalism. No amount of stereotyping and quests for justification of narrow-minded inflated hatred for our fellow man will bring back those who perished on 7/7 and none of that will cure the illness that is torturing our society. It will deepen it.

No, naivety will not be the answer and tough and resolute we have to be but fairness has always been a hallmark of this great society of ours which through literature as well as magnificent heritage sites has given us plenty to be proud of. The resolve of our amazing society was summarised by Anthony Walker's grieving family who with their dignity intact were a credit to the nation and their community as they articulated their words on Sky News. One is not at all certain how many would have had the strength to behave in that manner, especially so soon, after their beloved offspring had been so senselessly snuffed out. The author can point out oh so many who would be baying for blood.

Although the author does not identify with the Christian faith, it appears that Christianity plays a pivotal role in the surviving Walker family's coping mechanism that one so desperately needs when darkness descends upon one's world. Some find comfort in Christ, others in Mohammed or Buddha and yet others in mere verse, Paganism or good old C2 H5 OH. It is all fine so long as this kind of relationship is a path to the healing hand and not the one that detonates devices that blow us up into oblivion or alternatively arms us with primitive weaponry worthy of our neighbourhoods' local butcheries.

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