BBC Own Goal and a Voice From the Past

BBC Own Goal and a Voice From the Past

by Seneca III

Today, April 14th, 2018, is six days away from the occasion of the 50th Anniversary of Enoch Powell’s ‘Rivers of Blood’ speech. At 20:00 hours BST, the British Broadcasting Corporation (Programme presenter being Media Editor Amol Rajan) is scheduled to broadcast [note from the Baron — as of post time, it has been broadcast] subtly dramatized and fragmentally critiqued version of this seminal prophesy, and this is giving rise to an outbreak of near-terminal angst amongst our festering infestation of chatterati, academics and suicidal Lefties who simply can’t figure out in which direction they should collectively ricochet.

Rather than broadcasting the original recording, the BBC has decided to voice it by an actor, Ian McDiarmid, he who voiced the part of the villainous Emperor Palpatine in the Star Wars franchise — thus one may expect this monologue will be delivered in a voice dripping with evil and totally unlike the rational, calm tones of the classical scholar Enoch Powell.

Also, to add insult to injury, it will not be delivered in one flowing piece, as was the original, such that context and emphasis flow logically and with ease but instead in segments between which a predictable assortment of carefully selected contributors will be able to able to tear into each part in isolation and then move on to the next segment which, of course, is nowhere near as intellectually demanding as would be analysing and commenting on the whole speech at its conclusion.

Furthermore, doing it this way constitutes a clever re-presentation which effectively, taking the average attention span into consideration, rewrites history without changing a word. I should imagine anyone counting the frequency with which the words ‘Racist’ and ‘Racism’ are uttered or shouted is going to need a very large abacus.

But, one is pleased to note, all is not going well for the BBC; for example, one of the contributors to the program, University of Wolverhampton academic Dr. Shirin Hirsch, herself said she was no longer comfortable with how the show is being presented, and some tweets from the public called it “a creepy normalization of racism.”

Meanwhile, the Labour peer Lord Adonis, a frequent critic of the corporation, filed an official complaint to UK broadcasting watchdog Ofcom, saying: “The BBC claims in its advance publicity that this is some kind of artistic enterprise broadcast provides a unique opportunity to hear the speech in full.”

This in itself is unsurprising as the erudite and endlessly expostulating Right Honourable Lord Adonis is quite young to be a resident of that taxpayer funded home for geriatrics of high repute but limited awareness which is quaintly known as the Upper House or, if you wish, The House of Lords, and consequently what functions for his mind is nowhere near as addled as most of those with whom he shares that exalted chamber.

But, still, when it comes to giving grief to the BBC every little bit helps so many thanks my Noble Lord, and also to the BBC themselves for thinking they were being clever clogs, to use a childish idiom, by handing the job to an immigrant from the Indian sub-Continent who was obviously quite happy to reopen this Pandora’s box perhaps on the off-chance that even more of the long-heritage indigenous natives could be suckered into joining the lemming-like rush over the cliff of their own ethnocide.

Hereunder links as how to access the programme for those of you who are so inclined and have the time.

If it does end up being broadcast as scheduled listeners should also be able to pick it up in retrospect on the Radio 4 iPlayer channel, although either way, having listened or not to what I suspect will be the BBC’s corrupted version, Powell’s calm, measured, erudite original can be heard here and is well worth the 23 minutes of any potential survivor’s time.


This is the full text of Enoch Powell’s so-called ‘Rivers of Blood’ speech, which was delivered to a Conservative Association meeting in Birmingham on April 20th, 1968:

“The supreme function of statesmanship is to provide against preventable evils. In seeking to do so, it encounters obstacles which are deeply rooted in human nature.

One is that by the very order of things such evils are not demonstrable until they have occurred: at each stage in their onset there is room for doubt and for dispute whether they be real or imaginary. By the same token, they attract little attention in comparison with current troubles, which are both indisputable and pressing: whence the besetting temptation of all politics to concern itself with the immediate present at the expense of the future.

Above all, people are disposed to mistake predicting troubles for causing troubles and even for desiring troubles: “If only,” they love to think, “if only people wouldn’t talk about it, it probably wouldn’t happen.”

Perhaps this habit goes back to the primitive belief that the word and the thing, the name and the object, are identical.

At all events, the discussion of future grave but, with effort now, avoidable evils is the most unpopular and at the same time the most necessary occupation for the politician. Those who knowingly shirk it deserve, and not infrequently receive, the curses of those who come after.

A week or two ago I fell into conversation with a constituent, a middle-aged, quite ordinary working man employed in one of our nationalised industries.

After a sentence or two about the weather, he suddenly said: “If I had the money to go, I wouldn’t stay in this country.” I made some deprecatory reply to the effect that even this government wouldn’t last forever; but he took no notice, and continued: “I have three children, all of them been through grammar school and two of them married now, with family. I shan’t be satisfied till I have seen them all settled overseas. In this country in 15 or 20 years’ time the black man will have the whip hand over the white man.”

I can already hear the chorus of execration. How dare I say such a horrible thing? How dare I stir up trouble and inflame feelings by repeating such a conversation?

The answer is that I do not have the right not to do so. Here is a decent, ordinary fellow Englishman, who in broad daylight in my own town says to me, his Member of Parliament, that his country will not be worth living in for his children.

I simply do not have the right to shrug my shoulders and think about something else. What he is saying, thousands and hundreds of thousands are saying and thinking — not throughout Great Britain, perhaps, but in the areas that are already undergoing the total transformation to which there is no parallel in a thousand years of English history.

In 15 or 20 years, on present trends, there will be in this country three and a half million Commonwealth immigrants and their descendants. That is not my figure. That is the official figure given to parliament by the spokesman of the Registrar General’s Office.

There is no comparable official figure for the year 2000, but it must be in the region of five to seven million, approximately one-tenth of the whole population, and approaching that of Greater London. Of course, it will not be evenly distributed from Margate to Aberystwyth and from Penzance to Aberdeen. Whole areas, towns and parts of towns across England will be occupied by sections of the immigrant and immigrant-descended population.

As time goes on, the proportion of this total who are immigrant descendants, those born in England, who arrived here by exactly the same route as the rest of us, will rapidly increase. Already by 1985 the native-born would constitute the majority. It is this fact which creates the extreme urgency of action now, of just that kind of action which is hardest for politicians to take, action where the difficulties lie in the present but the evils to be prevented or minimised lie several parliaments ahead.

The natural and rational first question with a nation confronted by such a prospect is to ask: “How can its dimensions be reduced?” Granted it be not wholly preventable, can it be limited, bearing in mind that numbers are of the essence: the significance and consequences of an alien element introduced into a country or population are profoundly different according to whether that element is 1 per cent or 10 per cent.

The answers to the simple and rational question are equally simple and rational: by stopping, or virtually stopping, further inflow, and by promoting the maximum outflow. Both answers are part of the official policy of the Conservative Party.

It almost passes belief that at this moment 20 or 30 additional immigrant children are arriving from overseas in Wolverhampton alone every week — and that means 15 or 20 additional families a decade or two hence. Those whom the gods wish to destroy, they first make mad. We must be mad, literally mad, as a nation to be permitting the annual inflow of some 50,000 dependents, who are for the most part the material of the future growth of the immigrant-descended population. It is like watching a nation busily engaged in heaping up its own funeral pyre. So insane are we that we actually permit unmarried persons to immigrate for the purpose of founding a family with spouses and fiancés whom they have never seen.

Let no one suppose that the flow of dependents will automatically tail off. On the contrary, even at the present admission rate of only 5,000 a year by voucher, there is sufficient for a further 25,000 dependents per annum ad infinitum, without taking into account the huge reservoir of existing relations in this country — and I am making no allowance at all for fraudulent entry. In these circumstances nothing will suffice but that the total inflow for settlement should be reduced at once to negligible proportions, and that the necessary legislative and administrative measures be taken without delay.

I stress the words “for settlement.” This has nothing to do with the entry of Commonwealth citizens, any more than of aliens, into this country, for the purposes of study or of improving their qualifications, like (for instance) the Commonwealth doctors who, to the advantage of their own countries, have enabled our hospital service to be expanded faster than would otherwise have been possible. They are not, and never have been, immigrants.

I turn to re-emigration. If all immigration ended tomorrow, the rate of growth of the immigrant and immigrant-descended population would be substantially reduced, but the prospective size of this element in the population would still leave the basic character of the national danger unaffected. This can only be tackled while a considerable proportion of the total still comprises persons who entered this country during the last ten years or so.

Hence the urgency of implementing now the second element of the Conservative Party’s policy: the encouragement of re-emigration.

Nobody can make an estimate of the numbers which, with generous assistance, would choose either to return to their countries of origin or to go to other countries anxious to receive the manpower and the skills they represent.

Nobody knows, because no such policy has yet been attempted. I can only say that, even at present, immigrants in my own constituency from time to time come to me, asking if I can find them assistance to return home. If such a policy were adopted and pursued with the determination which the gravity of the alternative justifies, the resultant outflow could appreciably alter the prospects.

The third element of the Conservative Party’s policy is that all who are in this country as citizens should be equal before the law and that there shall be no discrimination or difference made between them by public authority. As Mr. Heath has put it we will have no “first-class citizens” and “second-class citizens.” This does not mean that the immigrant and his descendent should be elevated into a privileged or special class or that the citizen should be denied his right to discriminate in the management of his own affairs between one fellow-citizen and another or that he should be subjected to imposition as to his reasons and motive for behaving in one lawful manner rather than another.

There could be no grosser misconception of the realities than is entertained by those who vociferously demand legislation as they call it “against discrimination”, whether they be leader-writers of the same kidney and sometimes on the same newspapers which year after year in the 1930s tried to blind this country to the rising peril which confronted it, or archbishops who live in palaces, faring delicately with the bedclothes pulled right up over their heads. They have got it exactly and diametrically wrong.

The discrimination and the deprivation, the sense of alarm and of resentment, lies not with the immigrant population but with those among whom they have come and are still coming.

This is why to enact legislation of the kind before parliament at this moment is to risk throwing a match on to gunpowder. The kindest thing that can be said about those who propose and support it is that they know not what they do.

Nothing is more misleading than comparison between the Commonwealth immigrant in Britain and the American Negro. The Negro population of the United States, which was already in existence before the United States became a nation, started literally as slaves and were later given the franchise and other rights of citizenship, to the exercise of which they have only gradually and still incompletely come. The Commonwealth immigrant came to Britain as a full citizen, to a country which knew no discrimination between one citizen and another, and he entered instantly into the possession of the rights of every citizen, from the vote to free treatment under the National Health Service.

Whatever drawbacks attended the immigrants arose not from the law or from public policy or from administration, but from those personal circumstances and accidents which cause, and always will cause, the fortunes and experience of one man to be different from another’s.

But while, to the immigrant, entry to this country was admission to privileges and opportunities eagerly sought, the impact upon the existing population was very different. For reasons which they could not comprehend, and in pursuance of a decision by default, on which they were never consulted, they found themselves made strangers in their own country.

They found their wives unable to obtain hospital beds in childbirth, their children unable to obtain school places, their homes and neighbourhoods changed beyond recognition, their plans and prospects for the future defeated; at work they found that employers hesitated to apply to the immigrant worker the standards of discipline and competence required of the native-born worker; they began to hear, as time went by, more and more voices which told them that they were now the unwanted. They now learn that a one-way privilege is to be established by act of parliament; a law which cannot, and is not intended to, operate to protect them or redress their grievances is to be enacted to give the stranger, the disgruntled and the agent-provocateur the power to pillory them for their private actions.

In the hundreds upon hundreds of letters I received when I last spoke on this subject two or three months ago, there was one striking feature which was largely new and which I find ominous. All Members of Parliament are used to the typical anonymous correspondent; but what surprised and alarmed me was the high proportion of ordinary, decent, sensible people, writing a rational and often well-educated letter, who believed that they had to omit their address because it was dangerous to have committed themselves to paper to a Member of Parliament agreeing with the views I had expressed, and that they would risk penalties or reprisals if they were known to have done so. The sense of being a persecuted minority which is growing among ordinary English people in the areas of the country which are affected is something that those without direct experience can hardly imagine.

I am going to allow just one of those hundreds of people to speak for me:

“Eight years ago in a respectable street in Wolverhampton a house was sold to a Negro. Now only one white (a woman old-age pensioner) lives there. This is her story. She lost her husband and both her sons in the war. So she turned her seven-roomed house, her only asset, into a boarding house. She worked hard and did well, paid off her mortgage and began to put something by for her old age. Then the immigrants moved in. With growing fear, she saw one house after another taken over. The quiet street became a place of noise and confusion. Regretfully, her white tenants moved out.

“The day after the last one left, she was awakened at 7am by two Negroes who wanted to use her ‘phone to contact their employer. When she refused, as she would have refused any stranger at such an hour, she was abused and feared she would have been attacked but for the chain on her door. Immigrant families have tried to rent rooms in her house, but she always refused. Her little store of money went, and after paying rates, she has less than £2 per week. “She went to apply for a rate reduction and was seen by a young girl, who on hearing she had a seven-roomed house, suggested she should let part of it. When she said the only people she could get were Negroes, the girl said, “Racial prejudice won’t get you anywhere in this country.” So she went home.

“The telephone is her lifeline. Her family pay the bill, and help her out as best they can. Immigrants have offered to buy her house — at a price which the prospective landlord would be able to recover from his tenants in weeks, or at most a few months. She is becoming afraid to go out. Windows are broken. She finds excreta pushed through her letter box. When she goes to the shops, she is followed by children, charming, wide-grinning piccaninnies. They cannot speak English, but one word they know. “Racialist,” they chant. When the new Race Relations Bill is passed, this woman is convinced she will go to prison. And is she so wrong? I begin to wonder.”

The other dangerous delusion from which those who are willfully or otherwise blind to realities suffer, is summed up in the word “integration.” To be integrated into a population means to become for all practical purposes indistinguishable from its other members.

Now, at all times, where there are marked physical differences, especially of colour, integration is difficult though, over a period, not impossible. There are among the Commonwealth immigrants who have come to live here in the last fifteen years or so, many thousands whose wish and purpose is to be integrated and whose every thought and endeavour is bent in that direction.

But to imagine that such a thing enters the heads of a great and growing majority of immigrants and their descendants is a ludicrous misconception, and a dangerous one.

We are on the verge here of a change. Hitherto it has been force of circumstance and of background which has rendered the very idea of integration inaccessible to the greater part of the immigrant population — that they never conceived or intended such a thing, and that their numbers and physical concentration meant the pressures towards integration which normally bear upon any small minority did not operate.

Now we are seeing the growth of positive forces acting against integration, of vested interests in the preservation and sharpening of racial and religious differences, with a view to the exercise of actual domination, first over fellow-immigrants and then over the rest of the population. The cloud no bigger than a man’s hand, that can so rapidly overcast the sky, has been visible recently in Wolverhampton and has shown signs of spreading quickly. The words I am about to use, verbatim as they appeared in the local press on 17 February, are not mine, but those of a Labour Member of Parliament who is a minister in the present government:

‘The Sikh communities’ campaign to maintain customs inappropriate in Britain is much to be regretted. Working in Britain, particularly in the public services, they should be prepared to accept the terms and conditions of their employment. To claim special communal rights (or should one say rites?) leads to a dangerous fragmentation within society. This communalism is a canker; whether practised by one colour or another it is to be strongly condemned.’

All credit to John Stonehouse for having had the insight to perceive that, and the courage to say it.

For these dangerous and divisive elements the legislation proposed in the Race Relations Bill is the very pabulum they need to flourish. Here is the means of showing that the immigrant communities can organise to consolidate their members, to agitate and campaign against their fellow citizens, and to overawe and dominate the rest with the legal weapons which the ignorant and the ill-informed have provided. As I look ahead, I am filled with foreboding; like the Roman, I seem to see “the River Tiber foaming with much blood.”

That tragic and intractable phenomenon which we watch with horror on the other side of the Atlantic but which there is interwoven with the history and existence of the States itself, is coming upon us here by our own volition and our own neglect. Indeed, it has all but come. In numerical terms, it will be of American proportions long before the end of the century.

Only resolute and urgent action will avert it even now. Whether there will be the public will to demand and obtain that action, I do not know. All I know is that to see, and not to speak, would be the great betrayal.”

— Seneca III, in what is left of Middle England on this fourteenth day of April 2018.

For links to previous essays by Seneca III, see the Seneca III Archives.

Hat tip for the image at the top of this post: Matt Bracken.

19 thoughts on “BBC Own Goal and a Voice From the Past

  1. FYI – I think only fragments of the original speech recording exist. The link is to an actor who rerecorded it in Powell’s style.

    • The version to which I alluded is far closer, virtually identical, to Powell’s delivery as found in surviving fragments of the original. In McDiarmid’s interpretation yesterday his cadence and emphasis were quite wrong and out of place, almost as if he was trying to voice Churchill rather than Powell, but this may not have been deliberate.

      McDiarmid is primarily a theatrical actor who played Powell in a production of the play ‘What Shadow’. In theatre verbal projection out to a live audience is very different from the way it is done into microphones when filming or videoing.

      However, in his tweets since the broadcast Amol Rajan heaps praise upon the (unidentified) producers for a ‘remarkable job’ so there may well be another clue there because this programme was never intended to simply inform the listener about an historical event but to further the BBC’s Marxist-Socialist-NWO cause.

  2. Thanks for posting this. Like you, Baron, I was at school in the North of England when Powell gave this speech. Of course I didn’t hear it. I was interested in other things at the time, and too busy getting ready for ‘O’ levels.

    But I DO remember – and you probably do, too – the reaction of the ‘cognoscenti’ in the media, and the other politicians, and it was exactly as Powell described, in the quote in the graphic at the top of this post (thanks to the inestimable Matt Bracken.)

    Powell spoke truth to Power, and they hated him for it, vilifying him every chance they got. While he may lack the classical education, Tommy Robinson seems a latter-day parallel (perhaps a reincarnation?)

    (And speaking of Matt … has he been thrown in Facebook gaol again? I’ve bought, read and very much enjoyed all his novels, so now I suppose to show my support I’ll have to start buying them again, as gifts for friends who need a wake-up call. Wish I had a bigger budget!)

    • Oh, yes, I remember it well. Our family got The Manchester Guardian (as it was then) every day, because my father liked their crossword the best. So I got the pure unadulterated Two-Minute Hate against Enoch Powell after his speech. He was truly consigned to the Outer Darkness for it.

      • To garner so much hatred from the Establishment must mean he was onto something.

        Or as is often said: “If the Left hate you, you must be doing something right.”

  3. so 1984, I mean 1948, showed up 20 years later and has been nurtured and fertilized to the extent that it is now in full flower and covers the landscape as would the proverbial ivy lawn.

  4. I guess I must be a wayyysist because I do not see what the big deal is with the speech except that he stated something publicly which almost every person with an ounce of common sense knows to be true. Or maybe common sense had already started being uncommon when he said it?

  5. My family emigrated from the Emerald Isle in 1967. A story that emerges, from my likely flawed memory, was that Powell ran for election in Birmingham on the platform to “Send all the Irish swimming back to Ireland with a Paki under each arm”.

    I’ve not been able to find any evidence of this on the net but it is embedded in memory – probably just lore from one of my English Uncles. Efficacious solution though.

    • I too seem to recall that Powell had a reputation as anti-Catholic. Whether he was or not I don’t know. Since he was vilified for other things, that may also be part of the Black Legend created about him.

  6. Thank you so much for printing the speech in full. Whether it is my age or the fact that I am immune to the insanity of Cultural Marxism but I see no harm in it at all. In fact, it is a statement of common sense, the consequences of which have become a chilling reality. In 1968, I was working for West Sussex County Council and studying for the Diploma of Municipal Administration, the equivalent of a pass degree in Government. Enoch Powell’s book “Medicine and Politics” was one of our prescribed texts and as an academic piece, it was surprisingly easy to read.

    The well-rehearsed screams of faux outrage which followed the speech in 1968 were similar to what we call virtue signalling today. Over the past fifty years, The name of Enoch Powell has been dragged through the mire by generations of holier than thou leftists for whom I have nothing but contempt. Faced with the text of a speech that has earned Mr Powell’s notoriety, I can still see nothing wrong in it.

    Mr Powell stood in an election for the Conservative Party Leadership a few years earlier and finished a poor third.

  7. “When Enoch Powell made the speeches for which the Left have ever since continually vilified him the level of immigration giving him concern was 30,000. Later it grew. By 1978, when Mrs. Thatcher voiced her concern, it was half as much again and more. She said: “We must hold out the clear prospect of an end to immigration because at the moment it is about between 45,000 and 50,000 people coming in a year.”

    The clear prospect never came. The end never came. Instead, after Labour came to power in 1997 they sent immigration into overdrive. Powered behind the scenes by the EU, and quite possibly helped by petrodollars, this was Labour’s social engineering for voter population replacement: the aim was to outnumber the Right and “rub their noses in diversity”. The immigration figure for 2011 was 593,000. This is unsustainable. It is a surreal Mickey Mouse and the broomsticks. ”

    From “The West Made Wild”

  8. ” the significance and consequences of an alien element introduced into a country or population are profoundly different according to whether that element is 1 per cent or 10 per cent.”

    He does have a point. One thing he missed though, was that Islam indoctrinated migrants present a greater threat to a nation’s status quo.

    • At that time, 1968, the vast majority of the inflow was from the West Indies and Africa. The Muslim invasion did not begin in earnest until after the brutal, genocidal Bangladesh Liberation War in 1971. Nothing in Islam changes, and the way that Pakistan conducted that war indicates how the next Battle of Britain will be fought.

  9. I’ve been reading about Enoch Powell. He was an amazing statesman. Political commentator Mark Steyn made the point that Enoch Powell was correct on everything.

    On a related issue, Enoch Powell did not want the UK being part of the EEC. This recording shows his prescience—what he said then is being said by the Brexiteers of today:

  10. Powell failed to distinguish between those who wanted to work hard, prosper and fit in, and those who did (do) not.

  11. Most of those arriving in the early days, starting in 1948, did indeed want to work and better themselves. Then they found out about the free NHS, how to milk the benefits system and play the race card, passed that information back to their homelands and the African/Afro-Caribbean surge began. That is what Powell was referring to.

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