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As an English woman this is a very depressing read - but there have been many, many depressing reads in the last several years. The north east county of Teesside where I live (about 50 miles south of Newcastle, about 50 miles north of York) is, compared to much of the North West, free from immigrants. Lately however, since the nonsense that was ‘Covid’, I see more and more black Africans in the market town closet to the village where I live: every time I visit the town there seems to be more. However, most of the people are white and either old, very fat, or disabled in some way, and often all of these things. It’s a very working class town, and always has been, and the white people I see appear poor and down at heel, most are tattooed, most are sloppily dressed, most look ill even if they are not obese. I would guess from my own observations, that the old out number the young.

What happened? My parents were born in 1913 and 1925 respectively. They had six children, I am the fifth, born in 1961. Both my parents came from large families. Two of my uncles emigrated to Canada in the 1950s. Another three of my uncles were killed in the two world wars. Another moved away from Teesside. My aunty stayed, she had four children, only one of whom stayed in Teesside, and only one had more than two children - she emigrated to Australia; her brother remains childless and is my only surviving English cousin. As for my five brothers and sisters: one emigrated to Canada in 1973; one moved to London aged 18 and remains ‘down south’, one married a Welsh girl and still lives in Wales. Three of us stayed in Teesside; having had six children, my parents had eleven grandchildren, only four of whom remain in the northeast. I have two children, one lives round the corner from me, another married a French Algerian man and lives near Paris with our only grandchild.

When I was a child - even up to my early 30s - the market town near me was very crowded on market days. Last year, the council knocked down the very large, 1970s shopping centre that had itself replaced lots of very old shops, pubs and hotels. Nothing will be built to replace the shopping centre, the space is to be a park, open to the river Tees which up until the 1960s was lined with industry. What does this empty space signify? That only old, poor people want to go into town and shop? Well, that’s how it looked today as my husband and I walked around the very depleted market (a few stalls where there used to be very many).

My husband and I are amongst the youngest of the boomers, a cohort that of course is beginning to die out; perhaps we should have had more children, (I wish I had). I am almost certain we won’t have more than our one, French grandchild. Looking around today it’s seems we are being replaced, that when I am very old, if I live so long, I will be surrounded by non native English people, especially if I leave my very nice, prosperous, very white village. My village will probably become a white ghetto, depending on the speed of white replacement or white flight (where will we fly to?) I am worried about this, but also saddened and angry because I can envisage the U.K. becoming even more like present day South Africa - blacks murdering whites without fear of the law.

We ‘boomers’ should have paid much, much more attention to politics; but perhaps it just comes down to this: we should have had more children. Except…my grandparents had lots of kids, and far too many of them were either killed or badly mentally damaged by the wars. So, all we can do is trust in god try and to live in faith.

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William Hunter Duncan's avatar

I increasingly do not see a peaceful solution to this predicament. A people who excuse and even tacitly condone the murder of white children cannot be ousted from power peacefully.

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