Thanks to our commenter, dev, for the information that Tommy Robinson’s book is available now in the U.S. on Kindle.
I’ve barely begun Enemy but did promise I’d report on Chapter 17, titled simply “Quilliam”.
Second, I’d taken in with great interest what the Baron said about his meetings with Tommy during his visit to London. He found TR to be intelligent, genuine, personable, and harried, constantly on the go. It seemed to him that everyone wanted a piece of Tommy and not all of those waiting for their own personal pound of flesh were well-intentioned. He (the Baron) worried that Tommy wouldn’t survive.
I’ve often contemplated what the Baron said on returning home. Especially did I think about Tommy when he was in prison on those trumped-up charges. It hurt my heart to think what he must be enduring as he worried about the lives and welfare of his children while he rotted in gaol. Every time I read some piece by Douglas Murray or the other middle class toffs who can speak with impunity, it made me even angrier, sadder. England was sinking beneath a sea of Islamic slime and no one really cared except for the few patriots who paid a steep price for their loyalty to a country that doesn’t exist anymore.
Why is Tommy’s flogging so up close and personal, so relentless? Because whether he likes it or not, he’s charismatic. People find him personally appealing in part because he goes more than halfway in liking them first. How can you resist someone who so obviously wants to like you? Tommy Robinson has the Irish genius for people, and those in charge recognize how dangerous that can be when embodied in a man like this. If he were middle class he’d be leading a revolution. If he had money, he’d be doing serious damage to the GroupThink that is English politics today.
But he’s poor — the police have taken his bank accounts and destroyed his business, effectively impoverishing him — so he’s at the mercy of the Whim Theory under which government operates.
That’s all I knew before beginning Chapter 17 on Quilliam. If I’ve read the chapter correctly, both parties had something the other wanted. Quilliam wanted to get the credit for “converting” Tommy and being the party responsible for his leaving the EDL. When he did leave, they crowed about having decapitated the English Defence League. They pretended ignorance when he bellowed in response to their wording. Lee Rigby had just been decapitated at the time, didn’t they realize what they were saying?? His ire was waved away: it was just a word.
In return for publicly aligning himself with Quilliam, they promised to support his wife and children while he was in prison. But after a couple of months they cut their support drastically, not giving his family enough to survive while he served his time. Back then he thought he’d be in prison for years, so their failure to follow through disturbed him deeply. As it turned out, he was let go early so the question of “support” became moot.
He begins Chapter 17 this way:
Usama Husan is a senior researcher in Islamic studies, affiliated to the Quilliam Foundation. When I quit the EDL in October 2013 you might have seen a lot about Quilliam taking the credit for effectively “converting” me to the right side of the battle against extremism. I smiled to myself a lot about that. But I liked Usama. I still do.
In the next paragraph he explains how he came to be involved with the “so-called counter-extremism think-tank”…I won’t bother transcribing more of that because it’s insider
baseball football if you’re not a British voter.
He describes meeting Maajid Nawaz: the latter was standing for Parliament so…
…Nawaz said he couldn’t be seen physically sitting with me — which was kind of rude, but nothing I hadn’t been through before. He said if I ever did quit the EDL to let him know whether I’d be interested in working with them.
It all started from that one chat. I daresay my motives were a bit muddled, although I honestly wanted to discover Quilliam had something legitimate to offer but I’m not sure it has. Quilliam wanted to be seen facilitating my exit from the EDL, and taking the credit for it. That was okay, I know how the world of public funding works. They have to show results from somewhere and I ticked a box of sorts.
At that the same time there was Mum’s health and I was due back in court with the mortgage case which still looked like earning me three-to-five years. All of that was in my head and somehow I still had to find a way to keep my family with food on the table and a roof over their heads…
In the end, Tommy knows he was used and he knows he needed to let that happen for the sake of his family. He refused Maajid’s offer of public “forgiveness” since he knew he’d done nothing wrong. He also said that when Maajid heard he was writing a book he offered the services of his agent and publishers. Tommy met with them — “I went along — but again this was a bunch of left-wing luvvies who wanted to turn my life into a fairy story… my experiences but their agenda. Thanks but no thanks…”
He says that his questions to them never received any answers he found satisfying…
I wish I could write further about this but it’s causing my anxiety to skyrocket. Tommy Robinson’s saga has that effect on me. The Baron helped me by dictating the quotes I chose and throughout that time standing next to me as I typed he kept saying in smiling wonderment, “that really sounds like Tommy. They must have taped a lot of sessions with him and then transcribed what he said. It’s definitely written in his own voice.”
In the final analysis, Tommy walked away from Quilliam still liking people such as Usama. Sadder but wiser and not seeing what else he could have done with his back to the wall, with traitors and users everywhere. Those are my words, not his.
After I have “metabolized” the rest of Enemy, I will attempt a larger review. But I shall have to be further away from it than I am now. I feel compelled to read the book since that’s all I can do: bear witness to the travesty. I remember too vividly the Christmas Tommy Robinson spent in prison while Douglas Murray no doubt did the usual round of holiday festivities in Merrie London. My own image from that time is one I’ve never been able to shake: Douglas Murray & Friends above ground, enjoying the perks to which they honestly believe they’re entitled, while below ground Tommy sits in the viscous rain of Muslim spittle he’s not permitted to prevent. It’s an image right out of Dante’s Inferno. His punishment for speaking out was meticulously planned and executed. It would have broken a lesser man.
The very walls cry out for justice, but that lovely green island is a hard cruel place for those who rebel against rape and slavery and criminal gangs. Those in charge have carved their initials on the backs of their citizens, as England’s rulers have done from time immemorial.
God rest ye merry, Gentlemen.