What is it like to live in a communist country? I no longer ask myself that question. I don’t need to ask it — I know by direct experience. The United Kingdom in 2025 is a communist country in all but name. We’re ruled by omni-surveilling authoritarian ideologues who bombard us with absurdities and lies, preaching equality and practising hierarchy, living in luxury whilst ordinary citizens struggle to survive. Our once-proud cities are dirty, decaying and demoralized, crammed with ever more people from ever less compatible cultures who prey on and parasitize the White natives.

Hungary is still a true nation

But I have to be fair there: the cramming of incompatibles isn’t communist. Nor are the predation and parasitism by aliens on natives. As the leading hate-thinker Vox Day has pointed out, communism was far less harmful for Eastern Europe than so-called liberal democracy has proved for Western Europe. That’s because the communists didn’t open the flood-gates to low-IQ tax-eaters and criminals from the corrupt, diseased and tribalist Third World. Formerly communist Hungary, for example, is still a nation in the true sense of the word: a state whose inhabitants are bonded by blood, united by shared history and a common language. That’s no longer true of the United Kingdom, which is now a core component of Clown World. We’re no longer bonded by blood and no longer united by shared history. Instead, our true history is traduced and our clownish, crypto-communist rulers provide free translation for dark-skinned invaders who either don’t speak English or mutilate it when they do.

Clown World in Control: one of countless absurdities in the crypto-communist Yookay

All of that is why so many people have adopted the jeering term “Yookay” to describe the multi-racial, multi-cultural mud-puddle that has replaced what was once a great nation. I have another new name to suggest, something that captures the true spirit of what Britain has become. I think we should be re-named Windrushistan. It’s an ugly, hybrid name for what is now an ugly, hybrid place. The “Windrush” honors the ship that in 1948 blighted Britain with the first big influx of Blacks from the Caribbean, as Andrew Joyce explained in his magisterial article “The SS Empire Windrush: The Jewish Origins of Multicultural Britain.” And the suffix “-istan” salutes Islam, the religion of rape-gangs and rapacity, the vigorous and violent faith that is replacing effete and treacherous official Christianity on these islands. Say it again: Windrushistan. Savour the syllables: Wind-rush-i-stan. We’re no longer Great Britain or the United Kingdom — we’re the Wasteland of Windrushistan.

Celebrating Blacks, execrating Whites

Indeed, we’re the Windy Wasteland of Windrushistan. You could hear the wind blowing in great gusts of absurdity and mendacity during the celebration of Windrush Day 2025 in the “UK Parliament” on Monday 16th June. Hansard, the official record of proceedings in parliament, has helpfully captured all the absurdity and mendacity for posterity, as you’ll see below. Note that the celebration of Blacks was accompanied by the execration of Whites — the ordinary, working-class Whites who genuinely built Britain by laboring in her factories and on her farms and who objected with “racism” to the crime and chaos of the unwanted Black invaders.[1]At bottom, leftist worship of non-Whites and Muslims is powered not by love of non-Whites and Islam, but by hatred of Whites and Christianity. Physicists and fans of science fiction should also marvel at the temporal paradox that took place in Liverpool, a city that the “Windrush Generation” arrived in before they had “built” it:

On 22 June 1948, HMT [His Majesty’s Transport] Empire Windrush arrived in Tilbury docks from the Caribbean, carrying 1,027 passengers and two stowaways. More than half the passengers came from Jamaica, and there were many from Trinidad, Bermuda and British Guiana. […] In 1948, the UK was desperate for labour to help rebuild the country following the devastation of the second world war, and the passengers on the Windrush brought a wealth of skills [e.g. rape, robbery, violence, educational failure]. […]

However, as we remember those stories with affection, our commemorations of Windrush Day must avoid any sentimentality. The contribution of the Windrush pioneers was made in a context of widespread racism, the clearest and ugliest illustration of which was found on signs on the doors of boarding houses — stating “No Irish, no blacks, no dogs”[2]The existence of these infamously worded signs is an endlessly repeated claim for which there is absolutely no evidence, as even a leftist academic once admitted in the Guardian. Writing in 2015, the historian Steve Bruce issued a “plea to Guardian readers. If ‘No Irish’ signs were as common as is asserted, there should be plenty of them remaining in private collections, local archives and the like. … Can we please see some?” No, Bruce couldn’t. He was calling for facts when he should have been kneeling in faith. — and which in many situations ran much deeper, often resulting in daily discrimination and humiliation. An egregious example is the appalling and still unaddressed scandal of black children being deemed emotionally subnormal in the 1960s and ’70s and being placed in special schools, where they were denied an education and made to feel inferior. […]

The Windrush generation came to Britain as citizens —invited by Enoch Powell, we should remember — to rebuild a broken nation after the war. In Liverpool, they settled mostly in the south of the city, building a vibrant community and contributing to our culture in many different ways, from music to food to football and to the unique Scouse spirit [“Scouse” is a colloquial term for Liverpool]. They included Lord Woodbine, a Trinidadian who helped The Beatles to achieve fame, but who sadly was written out of history. They worked in the shipyards, the hospitals, the buses and the schools. Against the daily struggles and common racism, they built our city and claimed it as their home. […] Today is a reminder that our diversity is the best of us. For the sacrifice these immigrants made to better our country, we all owe them a debt. […]

I have spoken before in this Chamber about the role the Windrush generation played in not only rebuilding our nation, but transforming our society and culture. My constituency of Clapham and Brixton Hill was completely reshaped by the Windrush generation, with a legacy that is still evident in the people, the culture, the music, the art, the cuisine and in so many other ways. Beyond rebuilding our cities and enriching our culture, the Windrush generation played a crucial role in shaping and sustaining the public services that we continue to rely on every single day. They were the nurses, midwives and doctors who formed the backbone of our NHS, often working long hours in difficult conditions to care for the sick and vulnerable. They were the bus drivers and train operators who kept our transport networks running, ensuring that Britain’s economy kept going. They were the teachers who educated generations of children, instilling in them the values of hard work and perseverance. They served in our armed forces, fighting for a country that did not always recognise them as equals. Their contributions were not just significant — they were indispensable. Without them, Britain would not be the country it is today. (“Windrush Day 2025,” “debated on Monday 16 June 2025,” Hansard, UK Parliament, Volume 769)

For a detailed refutation of those absurd lies about the “indispensable” contributions of unwanted and unneeded Blacks, I heartily recommend this thread at Twitter. To cap all the absurdity and lies, Hansard described “Windrush Day 2025” as having been “debated.” But there was absolutely no debate: there was simply declamation of pious propaganda and logic-free lies. It was a festival of Afro-Apotheosis, that is, the raising of Blacks to divine status in the face of all past history and all present reality. Britain did not need the “contribution” of low-IQ, high-criminality Blacks after the war and Britons — true White Britons — did not want the presence of Blacks. But I can heartily agree with the last line I’ve quoted above from Hansard: “Without [the Windrush Generation], Britain would not be the country it is today.” Yes, without that first opening of the flood-gates — or mud-gates, as they’d be better called — Britain would not be the failing country it is today, the dirty, decaying, demoralized country racked by rape-gangs and pervaded with a sense of fast-approaching dissolution and doom.

A hypothetical heretic

But it’s entirely unsurprising that there was no debate about Windrush Day 2025, because the windy Windrushistanis in parliament were almost all women — traitorous White women like Helen Hayes, Deirdre Costigan, Kim Johnson, Stella Creasy, Lisa Smart and Harriet Cross; self-worshipping non-White women like Dawn Butler, Florence Eshalomi, Bell Ribeiro-Addy, Harpreet Uppal and Sureena Brackenridge. Just as I no longer wonder what it was like to live in a communist country, I no longer wonder whether it was a good idea to give votes to women and allow women to enter politics. It wasn’t. For every tough-minded, clear-thinking and intelligent woman like Ann Coulter in politics there are a hundred — or a thousand — vapid, vaporing female airheads. Women in general don’t like debate. Instead, they like conformity. In a sane society, that can be a good thing, because women will conform to sanity. In an insane society like the Yookay, women conform to insanity.

White British men did not die on D-Day to put Black women like these into the British parliament (left-to-right: Bell Ribeiro-Addy, Dawn Butler, Florence Eshalomi

And when women conform to insanity, they condemn sanity. Can you imagine what would have happened if someone had tried to introduce genuine debate into that clucking chorus of Afro-Apotheosis in the House of Commons? If someone had dared to air the toxic truth, that Blacks don’t bless Britain but blight Britain? The clucks of approval would have been replaced by squawks of outrage. The airheads would have demanded that the heretic be arrested, be arraigned, be incarcerated! But if our hypothetical heretic had been clever, he could have cozened the cluckers. He could have led them on by calling for the celebration of one of the brightest stars of the Windrush Generation, an under-recognized over-achiever who came to Britain from Jamaica in the 1970s to make an outsized contribution in the face of official opprobrium and unrelenting police hostility. Yes, our hypothetical heretic in the House might have said something like this:

Amidst the chorus of celebration I note with sadness and concern that one giant of the Windrush Generation has been undeservedly overlooked, despite the size and strenuousness of his contributions to Britain over many years. I can truthfully and unequivocally say that the man of whom I speak was performing a job that the so-called white natives of Britain simply would not and could not do. More astoundingly still, he achieved all that he did whilst caring for a disabled wife and whilst facing unrelenting hostility from both the police and the media. Might I ask my colleagues to join with me in saluting Delroy Easton Grant? He is the Jamaican-born giant who has found a permanent and unshakeable place in British history by [and now the clucks of approval would be about to change to squawks of outrage] raping and robbing dozens of elderly White women in a campaign of relentless and remorseless racial terror carried out by night over nearly two decades in South East London. Many of those elderly women endured permanent trauma and suffered premature death thanks to Mr Grant, who is a prime example of the little-recognized fact that Blacks rape old White women at even higher rates than they rape young White women. Indeed, Mr Grant found time in his busy schedule to perform sexual assaults on elderly White men too, cementing his unique place in the annals of British crime and confirming the true nature of the “contributions” made by the Windrush Generation to our country. My colleagues have claimed that Blacks bless Britain. That is an absurd and easily refuted lie. Delroy Easton Grant is one example among many of the obvious but officially unspeakable truth: that Blacks blight Britain.

Bestial Blacks Delroy Easton Grant and Emmanuel Adeniji, two gerontophile rapists who have blighted Britain and Ireland

But there was no heretic like that, of course. Instead the clucking chorus of absurd Afro-Apotheosis went entirely uninterrupted and unchallenged. And one of the Afrolaters — Black worshippers — said this:

In my constituency, the Windrush generation helped to forge the Brixton we know today. In doing so, they made a huge contribution to a community where everyone is welcome, where difference is not feared but celebrated, and where we are not strangers but friends and neighbours. To mark the 70th anniversary of the arrival of the Empire Windrush, talented young people from Brixton designed a beautiful logo, which is based on the pattern of human DNA.

The Windrush generation and subsequent migrants who have come to this country from all over the Commonwealth sparked the emergence of modern multicultural Britain. They are part of us, and part of the UK’s 21st-century DNA. The Windrush generation made an extraordinary and enduring contribution […] (“Windrush Day 2025,” “debated on Monday 16 June 2025,” Hansard, UK Parliament, Volume 769

That was Helen Hayes, the blonde White Labour MP for Dulwich and West Norwood. For understandable reasons, she didn’t mention the knife-crime and acid-throwing that enhance the vibrancy of Black-enriched communities “where everyone is welcome” and “where we are not strangers but friends and neighbours.” And Ms Hayes didn’t mention another noteworthy connection between the “pattern of human DNA” and the “Windrush generation.” That connection was visible in a trial taking place even as Ms Hayes was on her feet in parliament, showering the Windrush Generation with sycophancy and smarm:

Court-artist’s rendition of Ryland Headley, a previously unacknowledged over-achiever of the Windrush Generation (image from BBC)

Man, 92, who allegedly raped and murdered woman in 1967 caught after DNA advances, court told

Detectives caught a 92-year-old man who it is alleged murdered and raped a woman in her home almost six decades ago after advances in DNA techniques led them to the suspect, a jury has been told. An extensive police operation was launched in Bristol in the summer of 1967 after the death of mother of two Louisa Dunne, 75, but her killer could not be found, a jury at the city’s crown court heard.

Evidence relating to the case was stored and last year a DNA match was allegedly made between material found at the murder scene and a man named Ryland Headley, the court was told. Headley, from Ipswich, Suffolk, denies murder and rape. In the prosecution’s opening, Anna Vigars KC said police had never given up finding the killer. She said: “What we are talking about is the murder of an elderly and vulnerable lady in her own home. […]” The jury heard that soon after the murder, Headley moved to Suffolk, where in 1977 he raped two women, threatening to strangle or smother them if they did not follow his orders. Vigars said Dunne had been born in May 1892, when Queen Victoria was on the UK throne and by 1967 was living alone in Britannia Road, Easton, Bristol. She had been married twice, to a city alderman and to a nightwatchman, but both had died. Neighbours knew her as “a local fixture”, always out on her doorstep, watching the world go by.

On 28 June 1967, a number of local women became worried about Dunne after noticing that one of her windows was open. A neighbour, Violet Allen, climbed in and found her dead. A postmortem was performed. Dunne was 5ft 3in tall and weighed less than seven stone (45kg). […] She had abrasions to her face and bruises to the back of the head and her right thigh. The pathologist concluded a hand had been forcibly held over her mouth, and that a bruise across the back of her neck had been caused by a scarf found under her body having been violently tightened. A vaginal swab taken from her tested positive for semen.

Police found a palm print on a window at the back of the house and over the following weeks took thousands of prints from men and boys but could not find a match. Vigars told the jury that though semen had been found, DNA examination was “not a technique in the armoury” of the police at that time. The material gathered in the investigation was boxed and preserved, latterly at the major crime archives at Avon and Somerset police headquarters. The case was looked at from time to time and in 2024 items including the blue skirt Dunne had been wearing were sent off for forensic examination. […] The jury was told forensic scientist Andrew Parry discovered that Dunne’s skirt contained “a large quantity of semen”.

Vigars said: “By 2024, scientists were able to do what was impossible nearly 60 years earlier and examine that semen for DNA. Mr Parry discovered that the semen matched Mr Headley’s DNA with a match ratio that meant it was a billion times more likely to be Mr Headley’s DNA than anybody else’s.” Police found voters’ records from the late 1960s showing that Headley and his wife lived in Picton Street, Bristol, about a mile and a half from Dunne’s home. Vigars said: “Picton Street fell outside the ring of homes where men had been asked to provide a palm print.”

The jury heard that in 1977 Headley raped two women, one aged 84, one 79, in Suffolk, where he had moved soon after Dunne’s death, after breaking into their homes. He threatened to strangle the 84-year-old if she did not do what he ordered, the court heard. Headley told the 79-year-old he had a gun and warned her that, if she did not follow his instructions: “I’ll put a pillow over your face and smother you.” He admitted both rapes and asked for a further 10 offences of overnight burglaries of homes where his fingerprints had been found between 1973 and 1978 to be taken into consideration. After his arrest for Dunne’s murder and rape, his palm print was taken — and experts said it matched the one taken at her home in 1967. (“Man, 92, who allegedly raped and murdered woman in 1967 caught after DNA advances, court told,” The Guardian, 16th June 2025)

So Louise Dunne was “5ft 3in tall” (160 cm) and “weighed less than seven stone” (45 kg or 98 lbs). And in 1967 she allegedly had a vibrant encounter with one of the Black newcomers who were making such “valuable contributions” to Britain. Ryland Headley’s contribution may have consisted of raping and murdering Louise Dunne. He certainly raped at least two other elderly White women. Like Delroy Easton Grant, Headland is a prime example of the Black genius for depravity and degeneracy. And like the other victims of these two depraved Blacks, it appears that we can easily understand why Louise Dunne failed to live out her days in calm and serenity, “watching the world go by.” It was thanks to White traitors at the top and the White-hating Jews who controlled those traitors and supplied them with their ideological script. The traitors and the Jews unleashed the “Windrush Generation” on the unwilling ordinary Whites of the United Kingdom, ensuring that Blacks would commit endless violent crimes against ordinary Whites, drain vast sums of money paid in tax by ordinary Whites, and drive huge numbers of ordinary Whites out of the cities that Blacks were enriching with noise, dirt, crime and chaos.

Two Bestial Blacks from the post-Windrush Generation, Mohamed Iidow and Xyaire Howard, a proven rapist-murderer and a probable rapist-murderer

In 1948, when the mud-gates began to open, the United Kingdom was still a nation. In 2025, it’s no longer a nation and no longer worthy of its older name. No, today we live in the Yookay, today we wander the Wasteland of Windrushistan. But Windrushistan will fall. The mud-flood won’t be reversed without fire and blood, but more and more Whites see the truth and are getting ready to fight to take their country back. That clucking, conformist chorus for “Windrush Day 2025” is more and more seen for what it truly is: an absurd celebration of an unconscionable atrocity. One of the clucking conformists claimed that “we all owe [the Windrush Generation] a debt.” She was lying. In truth, we owe the Windrush Generation death after death after death. They were in fact the Windrush Degeneration, an unwanted invasion of alien Blacks whose low intelligence and high criminality have not blessed Britain but blighted Britain. For proof of the blight, I again heartily recommend that truth-telling Twitter thread.[3]The Twitter thread reminds me to note this: Badly as Trump has erred over Iran, we would be far worse off under cocoa-colored Kamala. If she’d been in the White House today, Elon Musk could well have been in court, in jail or in exile, rather than allowing heretical hate-thinkers to broadcast toxic truths on Twitter. For example:

Notes

[1] At bottom, leftist worship of non-Whites and Muslims is powered not by love of non-Whites and Islam, but by hatred of Whites and Christianity.

[2] The existence of these infamously worded signs is an endlessly repeated claim for which there is absolutely no evidence, as even a leftist academic once admitted in the Guardian. Writing in 2015, the historian Steve Bruce issued a “plea to Guardian readers. If ‘No Irish’ signs were as common as is asserted, there should be plenty of them remaining in private collections, local archives and the like. … Can we please see some?” No, Bruce couldn’t. He was calling for facts when he should have been kneeling in faith.

[3] The Twitter thread reminds me to note this: Badly as Trump has erred over Iran, we would be far worse off under cocoa-colored Kamala. If she’d been in the White House today, Elon Musk could well have been in court, in jail or in exile, rather than allowing heretical hate-thinkers to broadcast toxic truths on Twitter.