*Updated and revised, April 9 2018.
Support for my right to freedom of expression was never going to strongly manifest itself in mainstream press reports. Social media provides a more balanced outlook, although most alt-lite personalities dare not broach the subject of my prosecution. It was interesting to note some tentative mainstream support for Markus Meecham aka Count Dankula, found guilty last month in Scotland of causing gross offence after teaching his girlfriend’s pug to lift its paw on the command ‘Gas the Jews!’.
Meecham now has over 90,000 Twitter followers and 170,000 YouTube subscribers: being found guilty certainly hasn’t put a spanner in his works. Contrary to my songs, it seems Count Dankula’s mischief-making is not considered to be that much of an effective weapon against New World Order orthodoxy. Indeed, Meecham has since been compensated for his sins with a media career. Even Tommy Robinson turned out to report on the recovering communist’s trial. Doubtful that Israel-loving Yaxley-Lennon will be doing the same when the time comes for my verdict to be pronounced. Also unlikely that Ricky Gervais, David Baddiel and Jonathan Pie will be voicing their concerns – as they did regards Meecham – if I, too, am found guilty.
Without doubt, the most significant moment during my cross-examination last month by CPS barrister, Karen Robinson, was her claim that my heartbreak over the incontrovertible disappearance of the white race was ‘nothing more than racism’. Significant in that Ms Robinson’s loaded affirmation puts into perspective the chances of patriots on trial for speech crime – never mind those of sieg-heiling pug dog owners. The barrister’s statement was also notable in that it provoked the only challenge from my own counsel, Adrian Davies, who described Ms Robinson’s general approach as being akin to the persecution of heretics during the Inquisition.
If Ms Robinson’s attempt at turning my prosecution into a witch trial wasn’t enough, since my prolonged ordeal began back in January, my songs have been subject to further criticism from other sources. Not from my accusers, nor indeed from the troops of Hasbara keyboard warriors – although inevitably there has been some of that. No, this criticism comes from within the revisionist-nationalist movement: namely, that my songs would form part of a reckless strategy which risks compromising other revisionists living in countries with no anti-revisionist legislation, i.e. Britain.
The first public utterances of this came via an article in French (a language I understand and speak fluently) posted by the revisionist press agency, Agence Bocage. The article is unsigned. However, having repeatedly heard this exact same ‘strategy’ argument for more than a year, in person, from one notable figure within the UK revisionist ‘elite’ – someone with contacts worldwide, in particular in France and Germany – it wasn’t hard to put two-and-two together. Without wishing to go into too much detail, suffice it to say that I vigorously defended myself and my work from these malign smears.
Putting aside the smears themselves – hardly different in my view to those expressed by my accusers and their acolytes – the most troubling aspect of this personal attack was that it came at a moment when I was most in need of support during my trial, when I would be obliged to take the witness stand. Clearly intended to destabilise me emotionally, this unpleasant situation has also had a negative effect on my ability to produce the necessary goods, i.e. more songs, blogs and videos.
It is one thing as a white nationalist to feel betrayed by politicians, police, media and white liberal goys. It is quite another when the betrayal comes from those within the very movement whose supposed role is to defend nationalist interests. If I had not defended myself, the plotting may well have continued – perhaps by way of a bizarre attempt to bait me by trying to stir up resentment?
Confirmed by two recent Facebook sources, my story – persecuted and prosecuted for singing a song – is now being touted in reference to the unfortunate plight of another comrade-in-arms, Monika Schaefer. Granted, Monika’s fine work could arguably be described as a song of apology to her mother. However, condemnation of my satirical songs, when contrasted with praise extolled for speech crime in countries with anti-revisionist legislation, is troubling to say the least.
Another difference between my own case – located in a country without anti-revisionist laws – and Monika’s, is that my alleged speech crime is indeed set to music. As I am also accused of using Jewish melodies to cause maximum offence, it’s not only my lyrics that pose problem. But why exalt one comrade for questioning the gas chambers in a country where this can land you in jail, whilst simultaneously opining that Chabloz’ songs somehow represent a dangerous impediment to the revisionist cause? It just doesn’t make sense.
Tall poppy syndrome? An underhand ruse intended at best to demoralise me to the point of quitting the movement or, worse still, wear me down to the point of changing my plea? Even more disturbing, as suggested by one colleague, was this internal smear campaign a gift meant for the attention of prosecutors and the court? Even revisionists find Chabloz’ songs grossly offensive! (In my hypothetical defence: technically speaking, my most vocal detractor has never publicly questioned the official ‘Holocaust’ narrative and the author of the Agence Bocage article is anonymous).
If others – including the world’s most notable revisionists – had sided with my critics in the ensuing Battle of the Wills via email, then I would be in a very dark place right now. Happily, apart from a couple of verbally abusive whiteknights – forced to dismount from their respective high horses thanks to a staunch defence of my position by several personalities – this was not the case. Nevertheless, if it had been the visible enemy waging yet another smear campaign against me, then this would have been easier to take in my stride. Ergo, no wonder British nationalism is in such a sad state.
Cutting down tall poppies may be one way of spoiling the chances of a nationalist revival. Indeed, certain species of weed, e.g. Japanese Knot Weed, benefit from a tenacious root system capable of decimating indigenous plant growth. If British nationalism is to make a proper come-back, then such weeds in our midst need to be eradicated. Some may display impressive blooms and evergreen foliage. But look a little closer and you will see how inflexible they are at the stem, how miserly and selective they are regards others’ growth and contribution to the cause. Most telling of all, see how quickly they wilt whenever it’s a case of publicly making statements about gas chambers used in the alleged industrialised extermination of Jews during WW2.
In this business, it’s hard enough knowing who to trust. I prefer to rely on myself. No one wants to be made to look a fool – even less to have been duped for decades by deep state infiltrators whose agenda includes provocation, disruption and outright treachery. Since this split became apparent, I and others have worked hard to try and resolve it. On countless occasions, I have publicly stated that I am willing to sit face-to-face with my main critic and discuss these issues candidly and without prejudice. A sad irony indeed that a supposed champion of free speech would shun debate, effectively providing comfort and nourishment to the real enemy.
So-called comrades who initiated these attacks on my work during the most trying period of my life can rest assured that I shall not be throwing in the towel. I and several others believe that whatever the verdict next month, it’s a win-win situation. I went down the legal route in order to challenge the official ‘Holocaust’ narrative in the courts, to bring publicity to the revisionist movement and to expose the malign effect ‘denial’ laws have on the right to freedom of expression in other countries. (Note, whilst British nationalist politics is seemingly splintered beyond repair, countries which do have such laws have thriving nationalist parties).
If I am found guilty, resulting in a legal precedent effectively outlawing questioning of the gas chambers, what will be the reaction of my in-house detractors towards others facing prosecution in the future? Will it be: ‘Such a hero! Such bravery!’ as in the case of Monika Schaefer and others? Will my name be dragged up, fingers pointing accusingly, ‘All Chabloz’ fault’?
Although Markus Meecham should never have been prosecuted in the first place, is his crass comedy in any way comparable to my revisionist musical satire? Will a guilty verdict resulting in de facto anti-revisionist legislation here in England prevent others from speaking out? In my view, it’s far too late for that. At least Count Dankula’s verdict serves to shed more light on the agenda of those ruling over us and who, accordingly, pull the strings of our elected leaders. There is no doubt in my mind that a guilty verdict as far as my music is concerned will have been worth every note, every bar, right down to the final chord.
(First published April 7 2018. Revised and updated April 9 2018. An account of Battle of the Wills can be found in the March edition of Dr Fredrick Töben’s Adelaide Institute newsletter).
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