When white British anger exploded after an ethnic African teenager murdered little girls at a dance party, the Establishment went into high dudgeon overdrive. ‘Racism!’ ‘Far right!’ ‘Disinformation!’
The latter is particularly hypocritical, given that we know that the most egregious liars in this revolting saga are the authorities and the media. At least the rioters in Liverpool who targeted a local mosque had the poor excuse of being genuinely mistaken (though not, as it turned out, by much) – the media, politicians and police knowingly lied through their teeth.
As it has since emerged, the police knew within a very short time that the killer possessed jihadi material. This fact was almost certainly communicated to Downing Street within hours, yet, there was Keir Starmer lying about it for days.
They’re still at it. By how much and what about, we’ll struggle to ever find out, given that the convenient guilty plea put a stop to a trial where all the facts might have been aired. Diligent journalists such as Charlie Bentley-Astor have spent months since trying to find out more about the killer and his family – and coming up against a stone wall of official secrecy.
What are they still hiding?
Axel Rudakubana’s parents are supposedly refugees from the Rwandan Genocide, but, as Bentley-Astor says, there many question marks over this claim. Most especially regarding his father.
We can’t go into that at the moment because there’s actually not a lot to get into, other than the fact there are things that don’t make sense, that need to make sense […]
I spent four weeks, 12 hours a day, every single day, looking through British archives, Rwandan archives, Congo archives, Ugandan archives. Those [are] the neighboring countries, so a lot of refugees fled to [them].
I looked at electoral records, I looked at ancestry sites, I looked at travel logs, I looked at Immigration Court disputes, I looked at immigration appeals, everything that I could get my hands on – and their name does not appear anywhere, once.
Bentley-Astor even examined reports of asylum cases, where people aren’t named but they are described. Given the ages his mother and father were at the time they supposedly claimed asylum in 2002, that gives an investigator a window to narrow down. But, still, nothing.
No matter the different descriptions that I looked at, no matter the records I tried to look in there is nothing. That is strange. We’re a heavily documented set of people, particularly in Europe.
Why does this matter? One of the unable-to-be-substantiated rumours is that the elder Rudakubanas had a problem with their application or appeal issues and that then-lawyer Keir Starmer was involved. The records seem to have simply vanished.
Rumours persist that Rudakubana senior was either a warlord involved in the genocide or a diplomat to the UK government who assisted with its war crimes investigations in Rwanda. The timeline for that, though, says Bentley-Astor doesn’t marry up.
The other narrative peddled by the media was that the Rudakubana were quiet, shy, unassuming folk who kept to themselves. Neighbours have since said otherwise. ‘They were monsters,’ according to Bentley-Astor. “There was always noise” and their house was visibly filthy.
Which is another reason why this is not as simple as people saying, ‘Well, he was born in Wales, so he was Welsh. Because this this is somebody who’s escaped Rwandan Genocide we don’t know the full story [… and] who [the father] really is.
This matters, because in the face of such assiduous silence, blatant cover-ups and obvious lies, British people have every reason to be angry enough to riot. They know they’re being lied to, and, in the absence of anything remotely resembling honesty from the Establishment, they’re perfectly entitled to assume the worst.
Wall to wall lies do nothing to serve the cause of the Establishment’s precious ‘social cohesion’. Quite the opposite.
And, whether it’s little girls murdered in Liverpool, little girls torn to shreds by a pressure-cooker bomb in Manchester or little girls systematically raped in their thousands in Rotherham, Telford and Cambridge, the innocents are paying the price for the Establishment’s conceited pathological altruism.
