Season’s greetings to all. Here is a brief review of 2019 that, in the end, turned out to be not so brief. The new year is fraught with the prospect of yet another upcoming spell behind bars, for singing songs. More on that later…
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:
Musical extracts ~ me playing keys over backing tracks of jazz standards, Taking a chance… and Gee, baby…
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Alison. X x
The 22 years I spent in relative isolation in the Swiss Alps where local traditions are cherished served me well. I speak perfect French, not-so-perfect German, earned myself a music degree from Lausanne’s Haute École de Musique and became a mother as well as a competent skier. On the other hand, this chocolate-box lifestyle didn’t quite prepare me for what I would find on returning to my birthplace: a land transformed by weaponised mass immigration, a deeply divided populace ingrained with ever-increasing levels of intolerance towards one another – the products of a political and social system corrupt to the core.
Nevertheless, my musical education provided me with plenty of opportunities; performing at the Edinburgh Fringe, in local folk bands, on cruise ships and as a solo artist. Indeed, my solo Songs of the Shoah earned worldwide acclaim – as well as a conviction for malicious communications. Is there any other western artist – folk, punk, rap or even Blood and Honour – who has suffered the same level of censorship and persecution for their music? Moreover, why would any self-respecting nationalist-revisionist residing in a country with no specific law banning historical revisionism also be seeking to cut out my tongue?
Alas, we do not live in a sane world. And those within the UK nationalist community who have declared a war of strategy against me seem to have lost their moral and intellectual compasses. Still, perhaps this debacle will result in a turnaround – eventually. Those who saw fit to sign and publish a scandalously untrue and unfair version of events following the sabotage of Prof Faurisson’s final conference in Shepperton have unwittingly declared their own hand and, thankfully, there are still enough sane people around able to recognise that there is something deeply amiss in the accusations laid against me.
One such decent person called round for a visit earlier. Perhaps unintentionally he provided what might be the very final piece of the Shepperton puzzle: a murder mystery now finally solved? Although I didn’t realise at the time, the actual puzzle piece had already been published in yesterday’s article: three photos (see below) from Hope Not Hate’s (HnH) most recent magazine. Publication of the magazine was delayed, as confirmed by the article mentioning me on page 38. I realised only after my friend had left and after publishing yesterday’s post that this HnH article might well be the key to the entire mystery.
Let me again cite the relevant passage from the article:
“Edmonds and Chabloz marching alongside each other was made the more interesting as he was at the time party to a soon to be released denouncement of Chabloz, decrying her a “traitor and saboteur.”
After my friend had gone home, I remembered that the only time I had seen this same incongruous assertion – that Richard Edmonds already knew before the NF Remembrance Day parade I was to be denounced – was in an email sent by Edmonds November 26th. This email was then forwarded to me by one of his correspondents December 2nd. The email begins :
“[…] Dear All,
Yes, a calamity and a very unpleasant business. Yes, I was proud to stand at the Cenotaph and Yes, I did know most of the facts which have now been revealed on the H.& D. web-site, but Remembrance Day is not the occasion to raise such matters. There has to be a proper time and a place for such.”
The forwarded version sent to me on December 2nd did not include Edmonds’ cc list. In order to narrow down the possibilities of how HnH came about this information, I needed this list. When it arrived, I was surprised to see only a dozen email addresses. One name in particular stood out. In the words of Kate Bush: I raise my hat to the strange phenomena.
In Matthew Collins’ HnH online article dated November 26th – the day after the H&D Shepperton sabotage statement – he claims that a female “reporter” travelled by train with a group of attendees from Waterloo to the conference venue. The segment also mentions Derek Beackon who was indeed part of that group, as was Edmonds along with several other male patriots. However, there was no pre-journey meet-up at any Waterloo pub and Beackon confirmed yesterday that neither Collins nor HnH were discussed at any point during the entire journey. As related in the first post of this series, HnH’s informant must have been an insider, with all trails leading back either to the organisers, to one of the guests, or to a combination of both.
Collins gives us a clue to the identity of his informant: the number of women present at the conference can be counted on the fingers of one hand. We also learn that the female informant must have a strong dislike for Derek Beackon. As well, the alleged caller to HnH passing herself off as “Sophie” can realistically only be a woman – most likely the same person who also provided HnH with a photo of the venue and cars parked outside.
Whilst waiting for Edmonds’ cc list, I tried to find information on Twitter that might indicate when exactly the HnH magazine was published. There is no mention prior to December 19th. However, on Collins’ timeline, I came across the following tweet:
Now, I am not suggesting that Collins’ “bezzie – a lightweight and a Sloane” – is the same person whose name jumped out at me on Edmonds’ cc list, but coincidence is indeed a Strange Phenomenon: Collins’ physical and sociological descriptions fit Melinda Cordwell (aka Melissa Caldwell) to a tee; and Cordwell just happens to be one of the handful of women who attended the Shepperton conference. Cordwell and HnH are fully aware of the ongoing spat between Michele Renouf, Peter Rushton and myself. Mostly likely they also knew or at least suspected that I was banned from attending the conference.
As well as a marked lack of enthusiasm for WW2 historical revisionism, Cordwell is another woman who dislikes me intensely, even more than she dislikes Renouf. There’s also evidence to suggest that she is not particularly fond of either Derek Beackon or Richard Edmonds. In one group email forwarded to me by Fredrick Töben dated March 2018, Cordwell counter-attacks complaints made against David Irving whilst lobbying to have Renouf and I evicted from revisionist ranks. A further digital trail consisting of posts on VNN UK forum leaves little room for doubt: here is a woman scorned, intent on stirring up tensions between revisionists and above all determined to manoeuvre herself into a sphere of influence.
Like Renouf and Cordwell, Julie Lake is no fan of mine either. Lake’s long-winded, non-factual emails likewise testify to her desire to see me excluded from nationalist platforms. Along with Cordwell, both Renouf and Lake are included in Edmond’s cc list whereas, perhaps surprisingly, Rushton is not. Cordwell didn’t add her signature to the H&D statement. Neither did Lake. Maybe they were never asked, but it would be no surprise if they both endorsed and even encouraged publication from behind the scenes.
Despite emails and forum posts bitterly criticising Renouf, Edmonds, Beackon and yours truly, Cordwell’s attitude regards my detractors changed dramatically within just a couple of months. Following Jez Turner’s final court appearance, a few supporters gathered at a local Weatherspoons. Two distinct groups formed. No prizes for guessing where Cordwell chose to position herself. All past animosity was suddenly swept aside and from then on it was all smiles and compliments. Cordwell now best pals with Renouf, Edmonds, et al., – after lamenting having been treated so badly in the past by these same people..? It just doesn’t add up, unless perhaps sums of money were involved – or because Cordwell was persuaded of an opportunity to become part of the “inner circle” at long last?
Cordwell was contacted prior to publication of this article and asked if she was in any way involved with HnH. I also asked her if she owned a VNN Forum account and whether she still stood by her wish to “purge the egotists” from the UK revisionist “closed shop”. Cordwell did not respond.
[Update: events over the past twelve months since this article was first published would tend to confirm that the Hope Not Hate spy in Shepperton that day was in fact Julie Lake.]
One person I have never heard Rushton, Edmonds, Renouf, Lake, Cordwell, et al., complain about is Jez Turner. The world of the UK alt-right elite stopped turning when he was sent to prison and now, under strict licence conditions, he is unlikely – incapable even – to be able to smooth over what has become a gaping abyss within British nationalism-revisionism. But as far as I’m concerned and notwithstanding Turner’s imposed absence, the Judgment Day is nigh for those determined to discredit me (and who now seemingly want to see me sectioned for having the audacity to appeal my conviction and sentence).
Above: Jez Turner was sent to prison a week before I received my suspended sentence. Turner’s decision not to appeal was met with consternation from certain UK Revisionists. After organising a fundraiser in his honour from which I was excluded, these same individuals then ganged together to accuse me of sabotage, manslaughter and, when these allegations fell on deaf ears, they then tried to shame me into abandoning my own appeal.
To be fair, no one could have imagined that Prof Faurisson would succumb to a heart attack the next day. Despite the organisers’ wish to discredit me, it also seems highly unlikely that they would risk endangering their guests and the 89-year old Professor – not to mention their own (ahem) reputations – by organising the sabotage of their own meeting. Nevertheless, by way of their all-encompassing desire to see me banished from nationalist circles, my detractors usurped the name of Robert Faurisson in the most shameful and disgraceful manner in order to accuse me of working for the enemy and hold me responsible for the professor’s death. The bigger question, of course, is whether or not such machinations were also implemented in order to discredit and undermine the revisionist cause itself.
Are these self-proclaimed proponents of historical exactitude and free speech willing to take responsibility for the consequences of their own actions and face up to the fact that the abyss they themselves created has now become deeper and wider than ever?
Sadly, this damage is unlikely to be repaired any time soon; perhaps also partly due to sloppy inertia on the part of understandably disillusioned male patriots? Having seen very little achievement in practical terms over the course of their political lives and having witnessed never-ending infighting within nationalist ranks, many of them no longer have the will or desire to fight and instead simply prefer to be entertained whilst supping ale.
If I had not spent a substantial slice of life in Switzerland, then perhaps I too would have been subdued into inertia as a result of ever-increasing oppression imposed by successive UK governments. Perhaps the Alpine air and traditional lifestyle help to preserve authenticity and spirit – transient qualities so easily trampled under the jackboots of authoritarian police states.
It’s been an interesting winter so far and I am honoured to have received two New Year Awards from associations dedicated to defending freedom of speech, including the Hutten Award (Adelaide Institute). I am of course also immensely grateful to all those who continue to support me by way of donations and kind messages.
Finally, after this marathon writing session of 5,000 words and endless editing, methinks it will soon be the right time to start singing again. Meanwhile, all patriots, including those still bearing grudges, are welcome to come along and support my appeal which begins at Southwark Crown Court, February 11th, 10 am.
Following on from yesterday’s post, here I wish to focus particular attention on past incidents, notably concerning assistant editor of bi-monthly periodical, Heritage & Destiny (H&D), Peter Rushton.
The last London Forum to date was held at the Strand Palace May 2017. On the morning of the event, I watched several ‘anti-fascist’ Twitter accounts closely and was able to alert organisers Jez Turner and Stead Steadman that the pre-meeting rendez-vous location had been leaked: a group of Antifa thugs was about to debark and attempt to disrupt and halt the meeting. Thanks to my online vigilance and quick thinking on the part of the organisers who were immediately able to change the RV point, the meeting went ahead with only minor disruption from a handful of protesters gathered on the narrow pavement outside, quickly moved on by police.
A week or so before the meeting, I had also attended a social evening in London. Towards the end of the gathering, I inadvertently gave Turner and two other men present a false lead concerning Turner’s Google search results. In fact, my Search Tools had been set to “past month” rather than “any time”, bringing up results of recent posts published by obscure nationalist outfit British Resistance run by Jack Sen and Carl Mason; several blog posts and YouTube videos published that month claimed Turner was a police spy; these results naturally came top of Google’s specific “past month” search of Turner’s name.
A few days later I noticed that Hope Not Hate (HnH) “Head of Intel” Matthew Collins had reproduced my false lead on Turner’s Google search results in one of his Far Right Roundup series. This post has since been removed from the HnH website. Two AlexaCrawls screenshots of the URL are also missing from Archive.org’s Wayback Machine, suggesting that Collins published his piece on or before May 17th and that the article must have been taken down once Collins knew the lead to be false.
Unfortunately, I didn’t have the presence of mind to take a screenshot of Collins’ article, but I did mention it to Jez Turner. Here’s where things get a little complicated so please bear with me.
May 20th, British Resistance‘s Carl Mason sent an email to Turner stating:
“Congratulations copper, you’re names [sic] number 1 in the search engines as a copper.”
If I am mistaken about the date of Collins’ article (which I’m pretty sure I’m not…) then how else could Mason have known about the false lead? It must be reasonable to assume that Mason’s email to Turner was sent after reading Collins’ Roundup.
Now, time to reveal the names of the two other men present when I supplied my inadvertent false lead: Stead Steadman and Peter Rushton.
As stated above, after reading Collins’ piece, I told Turner in person about the article and explained that my information had been false owing to the fact that my Search Tools had been geared to the wrong settings. I distinctly remember telling Rushton the same, also in person, separately.
Fast forward to the end of 2018 and the sabotage of the Shepperton conference from which I was originally banned and then, without a shred of evidence, labelled by Rushton and his cohorts as “a traitor and a saboteur”.
As confirmed by several of the Shepperton conference attendees, the tale spun by HnH and Collins after the event is 99% rubbish, clearly intended to muddy the waters and shield their inside source from suspicion. As well, HnH’s tweet on the day of the conference asking a certain “Sophie” to “call back” stinks entirely of a set-up.
Interestingly, Gerry Gable’s Searchlight elaborates on a different yet equally bizarre conspiracy theory:
Stead Steadman is clearly being targeted, as noted in Gable’s reference to the HnH queer Swede’s infiltration of Jez Turner’s London Forum. Perhaps the “suspicious absence” in the final sentence refers to yours truly, although this is impossible to confirm as Gable mentions no names. However, Steadman did not attend the Shepperton conference as he had other plans that day. (H&D online’s November 25th statement accusing me of sabotaging the Shepperton conference was quickly followed by a gleeful post by Collins that I vaguely refer to here).
There is nothing whatsoever sinister about Steadman. However, the same cannot be said for Rushton.
Just another couple of anecdotes before l leave readers to make up their own minds.
Following news in October 2017 that members of the proscribed group National Action had plotted to murder Labour MP Rosie Cooper, Rushton wrote: “this murder plot sounds very far-fetched and H&D is aware of a very different story, which we cannot yet publish for legal reasons” [H&D n° 81 November-December 2017 p.3].
In February 2018, shortly before Rushton and I parted ways, he told me in person that he knew of an inside plot to frame National Action (NA) members for this alleged murder plan. Five months later in June once the trial had begun, the public was informed that the charges against NA members were the result of infiltration of NA by a HnH operative. In fact, the insider, Robbie Mullen, has been on the HnH payroll since April 2017.
The question is, of course, how did Peter Rushton get hold of this sensitive information before anyone else, including the media?
And how did Matthew Collins get hold of my false lead on Jez Turner’s search results as described above?
It’s no secret that both men like a drink from time to time. In one recent beer-fuelled missive, Rushton claims he is ready to provide “judge, jury and EXECUTIONER” in order to have me “surgically removed” from “movement circles”. I kid you not…
Collins’ ramblings on Twitter and elsewhere lend a fair impression of his intellectual capacities – or rather lack of them – but it’s hard to imagine him spouting desperate hyperbole à la Rushton in emails to fellow System drones. Karl Hohenstauffen of the London Regional Press Office is right when he says H&D and HnH feed off each other – they need each other in order to confirm their own existence. In any case, neither is to be trusted, as confirmed by HnH November-December 2018 magazine, issue n° 37, p. 38:
The brief text – obviously written in rather a hurry and therefore dotted with typos – states:
“Edmonds and Chabloz marching alongside each other was made the more interesting as he was at the time party to a soon to be released denouncement of Chabloz, decrying her a “traitor and saboteur”…
Email exchanges between Richard Edmonds and myself, during the days following November’s NF parade to the Cenotaph, show that such claims are the product of pure fantasy. Indeed, two days after the parade on November 13th, Edmonds sent a round-robin email to a group of nationalists – including myself – marvelling at the success of last November’s event:
“Soon we will publish the film of this years NF’s parade to the Cenotaph. You will see that we organise a serious and disciplined march with flags flying and heads held high, and all with the kind permission of the authorities.”
If Edmonds knew he was to be party to my denunciation before the NF parade took place, then why would he risk undermining his own party by inviting me to speak at the rally afterwards, then sending out the above, in the full knowledge that a video would be uploaded to YouTube and to the NF website?
Prior to publication, Edmonds was asked for a statement clarifying this apparent inconsistency, but he declined to respond.
This post is the first of a series of three articles addressing the ongoing internecine campaign to oust me from British nationalism-revisionism.
After having blamed me for sabotaging Professor Robert Faurisson’s final conference in Shepperton and then holding me responsible for the 89-year old professor’s death the following day, the pitch coming from my detractors has suddenly shifted into trying to shame me into abandoning my appeal. Spin now also includes mental health smears that I would be “insane”.
Firstly, a brief word about the three signatories of the original Shepperton sabotage statement:
Michele Renouf is the same age as my mother. One regular London Forum attendee, also female, describes Renouf as the “self-appointed Secretary General of the UK Revisionist Closed Shop Union” – an apt appraisal.
In a recent email, former BNP leader Nick Griffin had this to say about Renouf’s involvement in the smear campaign against me:
“I think that the motivation of Renouf is probably simple personal jealousy. She spent several years as the poster-girl of the clique of elderly single men who make up the most visible and noisy section of the ‘far-right’ in Britain, then you came along, younger and with much more ability. No more explanation needed.”
Not wishing to further embarrass Renouf, I shan’t be publishing similar views from other correspondents. However, more information on Renouf is included below.
Veteran nationalist Richard Edmonds is also the same age as my mother. When giving speeches, Edmonds likes to boast about having managed to survive in nationalist politics for so long a) because he’s never made a fool of himself over women and b) because he never mentions people’s names. (Ironically, when former BNP organiser Bob Gertner was also facing internal accusations of working for the enemy, Edmonds supported him on grounds of there being no evidence).
As Edmonds is the person (patsy?) to insist I should abandon my appeal – implying also that I should grovel to the opposition rather than fight back – he might like to take note of legal proceedings during the early 2000s against the late Gaston-Armand Amaudruz, whose appeal led to the Swiss Federal Tribunal reducing his prison sentence for historical revisionism from 15 months to just three.
(N.B. Guillaume/William Nichols was Prof Faurisson’s private secretary for many years. For unknown reasons he gave his approval to the published statement but didn’t actually go as far as signing his own name. Since then, he’s included me in several round-robin emails and even replied to Edmonds’ scaremongering, insisting that I am “sincere, albeit slightly insane”).
Peter Rushton is two years younger than me. Perhaps the fact that he spends most of his time in the company of seniors has caused him to look the same age as my mother? (NB My mother’s stylish dress sense and constant temperament gives her the edge over my detractors any day).
When Rushton was proscribed from the BNP in 2002 following multiple allegations of dubious activity, his written response included the following gem:
“As any fair-minded reader will realise, the issue is not whether I had a legal right to a tribunal. The issue is whether I had a moral right, and far more importantly whether the leadership was really interested in the truth.
“If you are interested in finding out the truth of an allegation, the most obvious thing to do is to put the allegation to the person concerned. ‘Evidence’ is not really evidence at all until it has been rigorously tested.
“Griffin and Lecomber, characteristically, preferred not to test any of their ‘evidence’. I and many others were first told that there could be no mention, let alone discussion, of any of the charges, let alone the evidence!”
Crucially, it was Renouf herself who in 2017 told me that Rushton had first made contact with her after he had created two promotional websites: Telling Films and Jailing Opinions.
[…] Rushton is a long-term Searchlight/state mole, and as the former’s star is waning, it is entirely plausible he has hooked up with HNH [Hope Not Hate] too. In 2002 the Nick Griffin-led BNP expelled him because of cumulative evidence […]. To quote (for the first time anywhere) a contemporary (22/10/02) intelligence report by one of Rushton’s handlers:
“has been at the centre of an ongoing war between various factions within and outside of the BNP. He appears to have Tyndall on side and has set up a NWBNP site to put the case of his supporters. He has also on my advice gone down the Data Protection path to ask to see what they hold on him……He has some heavy people behind him. It could run and run”.
It certainly has ‘run and run’, but maybe has now finally run its course. […] Rather than embarrass Rushton further I merely say this: is it not time, honestly, that Captain slung his Hook?
The ridiculousness of the signatories’ claims against me speaks for itself, as does Edmonds’ latest scaremongering attempt to persuade me to abandon my appeal. Indeed, Rushton’s use of bold text in the H&D online edition of Edmonds’ piece further confirms that he – Rushton – was the instigator of the “strategy” angle all along (= my songs would be a disaster for “real” revisionists) and therefore also the main culprit behind the conspiracy to oust me from British nationalism-revisionism.
See also Rushton’s comment in the new H&D print edition: this fake nationalist doesn’t even have the cojones to mention my name. If Rushton and his editor Mark Cotterill think that intelligent people are likely to believe such garbage, then perhaps it’s worth noting the following “biography” written by Rushton on one of the websites he dedicated to Renouf just over a decade ago:
The only verifiable facts of the above are Renouf’s Australian origins, her move to London in 1970, ballet classes (her mother ran a ballet school) and her marriages – although “happy” would seem to somewhat contradict Renouf’s decision to run off and marry a billionaire. Maybe “happy” simply wasn’t enough and she was in search of wealth and a title as well? Renouf’s only bonafide diploma is her teaching certificate from Australia. The rest is bogus, including claims of Russian nobility and most likely the ballerina pic too.
Despite hard evidence in black and white that both Rushton and Renouf have lied (see photos below) and are still lying through their teeth in order to discredit and defame me, a number of patriots still seem in awe of them. Oh, and before I forget, there is apparently no public record of Rushton ever having obtained a first class degree in History from Oxford. Again according to O’Hara, it was Gerry Gable’s Searchlight that originally published this story years ago. Furthermore, Rushton’s defence witness statement in my original trial was submitted without my prior knowledge. His offering – a few photocopied pages of Finkelstein’s Holocaust Industry along with various links from The Guardian and elsewhere – arrived in my inbox as part of my lawyer’s submission to the court.
Returning to the Shepperton debacle, it is now almost impossible to reach any other conclusion: Rushton and Renouf wanted me removed from revisionist circles long before the Shepperton conference actually took place. Several sources who attended the conference have confirmed that Matthew Collins of Hope Not Hate taking credit for following a group of attendees from Waterloo is bunkum. HNH’s informant had to be one of the party and all trails lead back to the organisers themselves, to an invited guest, or to a combination of both.
Perhaps patriots reading this will now begin to understand why UK nationalist politics have repeatedly failed to achieve anything of consequence? As for my appeal, if Rushton, Renouf, Edmonds, et al., truly believe that I should forego my rights and grovel to the opposition, thanking them for the “leniency” of my sentence, then they are hugely mistaken.
Reasons for the enemy wanting ever stricter bail conditions became clearer last Wednesday. First imposed December 2016 by Friend of Israel DJ Emma Arbuthnot (recused), I have now been on bail for 15 months. Last autumn’s Freedom of Information request provides ample confirmation of Crown witness and CAA Enforcer Steve Silverman‘s determined efforts to have me locked up for breach of bail, thus obtaining a police interview which could be used against me in court. Much of the questioning in fact centred on my answers to Sgt Jon Lloyd regards my song Too Extreme For The BNP for which no charges have been brought. I think on the whole press coverage was pretty fair: selective in parts, for sure, but Jenni Frazer actually manages to call me a performer – a giant step forward. Hurrah!
Above: Barrister Adrian Davies and Alison Chabloz leaving court. Photo Colin Bex.