Reactions to my interview with Shazia Hobbs

When sleeping women wake, mountains move.

– Ancient Chinese proverb.

Shazia Hobbs is a Glaswegian author and staunch campaigner against the abuse by grooming gangs of tens of thousands of children. Shazia and others who were previously heavily involved with Tommy Robinson’s so-called ‘free speech’ bandwagon are now being rejected by Team Tommy for speaking out on forbidden topics.

Shazia’s novel The Gori’s Daughter (available on Amazon) deals with growing up as a mixed-race child of a Scottish mother and a polygamous Pakistani Muslim father.

Here is the BitChute link to our conversation:

https://www.bitchute.com/video/cdjNhkesCjUa/

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Anti-fascist ‘fascists’ in muddy waters

Last week, Hope Not Hate (HNH) ‘Head of Intel’ Matthew Collins was forced to delete a series of five tweets about me after I complained to both his boss, Nick Lowles, and to Twitter:

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Drawing a line – Far right treachery and betrayal from within

In my latest video, I explain what led up to the false accusations made against me last November by British ‘nationalist’ stalwarts Peter Rushton, Michele Renouf and Richard Edmonds.

Click here to view on BitChute – for some reason the embed link does not appear to work correctly – and please remember to like and subscribe.

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Fighting back and winning

 


Musical extracts ~ me playing keys over backing tracks of jazz standards, Taking a chance… and Gee, baby…

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Unfortunately, owing to tech issues, I am unable to upload the documents cited but will keep trying and update as necessary.

Alison. X x

Quenelle des quenelles

It sounds better than ‘Dumpling of dumplings’ – although the English translation might be more apt as far as my silhouette is concerned. But let’s stick with the French for now…

Following my participation at last month’s Forum de l’Europe, it was suggested that I should perform at this year’s Bal des Quenelles – an annual celebration every Summer Solstice at the country residence of France’s best known comic and inventor of the Quenelle, Dieudonné. I waited patiently for confirmation and was rewarded with the offer of a 15-minute first-half slot, all expenses paid and a VIP backstage pass.

Two days before I was due to take the Eurostar to Paris, the mayoress of St-Lubin-de-la-Haye – a nondescript liberal feminist author – threatened to shut down the event, predictably citing ‘anti-Semitism’ and the risk of a breach of the peace. Dieudonné responded with typical defiance and humour. The mayoress’s letter was in fact a thinly disguised attempt to dissuade people from making the effort to attend: with the theme announced as a ‘Yellow Vests Special’ and an almost perfect weather forecast, the authorities’ frantic scaremongering was clearly intended to put a damper on things. But there was no doubt in my mind that Chabloz would go to the ball.

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