Katie Hopkins' view of London

[Machiavelli]

right on "liberals" are the preserve of London? thats a new one.

(since when did we take up the american version of liberal?)

It's a process of attrition that has occurred through decades of neoliberalism, which has been given an additional jolt by the current wave of right-wing populism which is foaming at its mouth and in danger of turning into fascism.

 

[rocker959]

full interview

Welcome to London: We can say we’re not afraid, light candles and make hearts of our hands but the truth is that we can’t go on like this, says KATIE HOPKINS

They stood in the centre of Brussels. Row on row.
Hands held high, making hearts to the heavens. Showing the slaughtered they were not forgotten. Reminding themselves they were here with love. Looking to show humanity wins. That love conquers all.
They lay in the centre of London, face down where they fell. Stabbed by a knife, rammed with a car, flung, broken, into the Thames, life bleeding out on the curb.
And the news came thick and fast.

A car rammed deliberately into pedestrians on the bridge. Ten innocents down.
A police officer stabbed at the House of Commons. Confirmed dead.
Another woman now, dead at the scene.
Shots fired. An Asian man rushed to hospital.

A woman, plucked from the water.
And I grew colder. And more tiny.
No anger for me this time. No rage like I’ve felt before. No desperate urge to get out there and scream at the idiots who refused to see this coming.
Not even a nod for the glib idiots who say this will not defeat us, that we will never be broken, that cowardice and terror will not get the better of Britain.
Because, as loyal as I am, as patriotic as I am, as much as my whole younger life was about joining the British military and fighting for my country — I fear we are broken.
Not because of this ghoulish spectacle outside our own Parliament. Not because of the lives rammed apart on the pavement, even as they thought about what was for tea. Or what train home they might make.

But because this is us now.
This is our country now.
This is what we have become.
To this, we have been reduced.
Because all the while those forgiving fools in Brussels stood with their stupid hands raised in hearts to the sky, another mischief was in the making. More death was in the pipeline.

As the last life-blood of a police officer ran out across the cobbles, the attacker was being stretchered away in an attempt to save his life.
London is a city so desperate to be seen as tolerant, no news of the injured was released. No clue about who was safe or not.
Liberals convince themselves multiculturalism works because we all die together, too.
An entire city of monkeys: see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil. Blind. Deaf. And dumb.

Immersed in a seething pit of hatred, hidden in pockets of communities plagued by old animosities and ancient strife.
These people may have left their lands. But they have brought every tension, every conflict, every bit of fight here with them.
The Afghans hate the Somalias who loathe the Eritreans. As it was before, it is now. London is a city of ghettos behind a thin veneer of civility kept polished by a Muslim mayor whose greatest validation is his father's old job.
Son-of-a-bus-driver Sadiq.
I see him now, penning a missive about how London is a beautiful and tolerant city, how we are united by shared values and understanding, and how we will not be cowed by terror.
Sure enough, there he was, saying exactly that, just now. Fool.

Even as mothers text to check their children are safe. Including my own, worrying about me as I sit overlooking the scene, feeling fearful of this place where monsters lurk and steal lives away in an instant. For nothing.
I would ask Sadiq to stop talking. Empty words. Meanwhile, banning pictures of women in bikinis on the Underground. How does that help?
Please, no hashtag, no vigil, no tea lights. I am begging you not to light up Parliament in the colours of the Union.
Because we are not united. We are wrenched asunder.
The patriots of the rest of England versus the liberals in this city. The endless tolerance to those who harm us, (while the Home Office tries to shift the focus of public fear to white terror) — versus the millions like me who face the truth, with worried families and hopeless hearts, who feel the country sinking.
We are taken under the cold water by this heavy right foot in the south, a city of lead, so desperately wedded to the multicultural illusion that it can only fight those who love the country the most, blame those who are most proud to be British, and shout racist at the 52%.

This place is just like Sweden. Terrified of admitting the truth about the threat we face, about the horrors committed by the migrants we failed to deter — because to admit that we are sinking, and fast, would be to admit that everything the liberals believe is wrong.
That multiculturalism has not worked. That it is one big fat failure and one big fat lie.
President Erdogan of Turkey said there is a war being waged between the crescent and the cross. But he is wrong. Because the cross is not strong. We are down on bended knee, a doormat to be trodden on, a joke only funny to those that wish us harm.
The war is between London and the rest of the country. Between the liberals and the right-minded. Between those who think it is more important to tip-toe around the cultures of those who choose to join us, rather than defend our own culture.

How many more times?
And how many more attacks must pass before we acknowledge these are no longer the acts of ‘extremists’? That there is no safe badge with which to hold these people at arm’s length, in the way the liberals casually use the term 'far-right' for anyone who has National pride.
These events are no longer extreme. They are commonplace. Every day occurrences.
These people are no longer extremists. They are simply more devout. More true to their beliefs. Beliefs which will be supported endlessly across our state broadcaster for the next few months until we buy into the narrative that one religion is not to blame.
That in fact we should blame Brexit supporters. For believing in a Britain. As it was before.
Anything but the truth.
This is why there is no anger from me this time, no rage. No nod for those who pretend we will not be cowed, even as they rush home to text their mum they are safe. No surprise that the city of which I was so proud is now punctured by fear, and demarcated even more formally by places we cannot tread; there were always parts in which a white woman could not safely walk.


Now I feel only sadness, overwhelming sadness.
I will walk over the river tonight and look to the Thames, to the Union flag lowered at half mast, and the Parliament below, and I will wonder, just how much longer we can go on like this.

Brilliant .

 

[looney]

Are they liberal ghettos then?

Massive contradiction in that paragraph, i am guessing the rest reads the same. Does anyone take this moron seriously?

More than buy into your guff thats for sure.

Travelling on the DLR feels like a flea hopping across a Zebra's arse. The rest either has an element of truth or just reflects her love of a spat in MSM fake media land.

 

[Tom Hark Preston Park]

Like it or not, people like Katie Hopkins generate love or hate, neither of which matter. What matters is that they generate response. Same as it ever was. Same as, say, Parsons and Burchill in their NME days or their newspaper columns thereafter. None of these guys care whether you love them or hate them. The only thing they really fear is that you ignore them.

 

[Not Andy Naylor]

full interview

Welcome to London: We can say we’re not afraid, light candles and make hearts of our hands but the truth is that we can’t go on like this, says KATIE HOPKINS

They stood in the centre of Brussels. Row on row.
Hands held high, making hearts to the heavens. Showing the slaughtered they were not forgotten. Reminding themselves they were here with love. Looking to show humanity wins. That love conquers all.
They lay in the centre of London, face down where they fell. Stabbed by a knife, rammed with a car, flung, broken, into the Thames, life bleeding out on the curb.
And the news came thick and fast.

A car rammed deliberately into pedestrians on the bridge. Ten innocents down.
A police officer stabbed at the House of Commons. Confirmed dead.
Another woman now, dead at the scene.
Shots fired. An Asian man rushed to hospital.

A woman, plucked from the water.
And I grew colder. And more tiny.
No anger for me this time. No rage like I’ve felt before. No desperate urge to get out there and scream at the idiots who refused to see this coming.
Not even a nod for the glib idiots who say this will not defeat us, that we will never be broken, that cowardice and terror will not get the better of Britain.
Because, as loyal as I am, as patriotic as I am, as much as my whole younger life was about joining the British military and fighting for my country — I fear we are broken.
Not because of this ghoulish spectacle outside our own Parliament. Not because of the lives rammed apart on the pavement, even as they thought about what was for tea. Or what train home they might make.

But because this is us now.
This is our country now.
This is what we have become.
To this, we have been reduced.
Because all the while those forgiving fools in Brussels stood with their stupid hands raised in hearts to the sky, another mischief was in the making. More death was in the pipeline.

As the last life-blood of a police officer ran out across the cobbles, the attacker was being stretchered away in an attempt to save his life.
London is a city so desperate to be seen as tolerant, no news of the injured was released. No clue about who was safe or not.
Liberals convince themselves multiculturalism works because we all die together, too.
An entire city of monkeys: see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil. Blind. Deaf. And dumb.

Immersed in a seething pit of hatred, hidden in pockets of communities plagued by old animosities and ancient strife.
These people may have left their lands. But they have brought every tension, every conflict, every bit of fight here with them.
The Afghans hate the Somalias who loathe the Eritreans. As it was before, it is now. London is a city of ghettos behind a thin veneer of civility kept polished by a Muslim mayor whose greatest validation is his father's old job.
Son-of-a-bus-driver Sadiq.
I see him now, penning a missive about how London is a beautiful and tolerant city, how we are united by shared values and understanding, and how we will not be cowed by terror.
Sure enough, there he was, saying exactly that, just now. Fool.

Even as mothers text to check their children are safe. Including my own, worrying about me as I sit overlooking the scene, feeling fearful of this place where monsters lurk and steal lives away in an instant. For nothing.
I would ask Sadiq to stop talking. Empty words. Meanwhile, banning pictures of women in bikinis on the Underground. How does that help?
Please, no hashtag, no vigil, no tea lights. I am begging you not to light up Parliament in the colours of the Union.
Because we are not united. We are wrenched asunder.
The patriots of the rest of England versus the liberals in this city. The endless tolerance to those who harm us, (while the Home Office tries to shift the focus of public fear to white terror) — versus the millions like me who face the truth, with worried families and hopeless hearts, who feel the country sinking.
We are taken under the cold water by this heavy right foot in the south, a city of lead, so desperately wedded to the multicultural illusion that it can only fight those who love the country the most, blame those who are most proud to be British, and shout racist at the 52%.

This place is just like Sweden. Terrified of admitting the truth about the threat we face, about the horrors committed by the migrants we failed to deter — because to admit that we are sinking, and fast, would be to admit that everything the liberals believe is wrong.
That multiculturalism has not worked. That it is one big fat failure and one big fat lie.
President Erdogan of Turkey said there is a war being waged between the crescent and the cross. But he is wrong. Because the cross is not strong. We are down on bended knee, a doormat to be trodden on, a joke only funny to those that wish us harm.
The war is between London and the rest of the country. Between the liberals and the right-minded. Between those who think it is more important to tip-toe around the cultures of those who choose to join us, rather than defend our own culture.

How many more times?
And how many more attacks must pass before we acknowledge these are no longer the acts of ‘extremists’? That there is no safe badge with which to hold these people at arm’s length, in the way the liberals casually use the term 'far-right' for anyone who has National pride.
These events are no longer extreme. They are commonplace. Every day occurrences.
These people are no longer extremists. They are simply more devout. More true to their beliefs. Beliefs which will be supported endlessly across our state broadcaster for the next few months until we buy into the narrative that one religion is not to blame.
That in fact we should blame Brexit supporters. For believing in a Britain. As it was before.
Anything but the truth.
This is why there is no anger from me this time, no rage. No nod for those who pretend we will not be cowed, even as they rush home to text their mum they are safe. No surprise that the city of which I was so proud is now punctured by fear, and demarcated even more formally by places we cannot tread; there were always parts in which a white woman could not safely walk.


Now I feel only sadness, overwhelming sadness.
I will walk over the river tonight and look to the Thames, to the Union flag lowered at half mast, and the Parliament below, and I will wonder, just how much longer we can go on like this.

U ok Hun? I think this woman needs to show a little bit of British stiff upper lip rather than the American-style hysteria she seems to favour.

 

[Tom Hark Preston Park]

U ok Hun? I think this woman needs to show a little bit of British stiff upper lip rather than the American-style hysteria she seems to favour.

If we're even discussing this no-mark nasty racist bitch, then she's won.

Just say NO kidz

 

[BadFish]

More than buy into your guff thats for sure.

Travelling on the DLR feels like a flea hopping across a Zebra's arse. The rest either has an element of truth or just reflects her love of a spat in MSM fake media land.

Talking of posting guff, I see you are banned from another thread where people are pointing out your hate filled bullshit. You and Hopkins male quite a pair you should get together and share your bile fueled warped view of the world's

Maybe you could get some tips on trolling from her, she, at least is good at it.

 

[Eeyore]

Talking of posting guff, I see you are banned from another thread where people are pointing out your hate filled bullshit. You and Hopkins male quite a pair you should get together and share your bile fueled warped view of the world's

Maybe you could get some tips on trolling from her, she, at least is good at it.

Not sure what Loony means. Is that a race quote ?

The thing I like about London is that it has this international feel. There are a lot of problems which can come with that, I know. But there's hardly a civil war about to start. Hopkins talks much of problems- I'd like to know of her solutions. Then maybe I wouldn't.

 

[BadFish]

Not sure what Loony means. Is that a race quote ?

The thing I like about London is that it has this international feel. There are a lot of problems which can come with that, I know. But there's hardly a civil war about to start. Hopkins talks much of problems- I'd like to know of her solutions. Then maybe I wouldn't.

I am not sure he knows what he means half the time, anything to get a response.

I know what you mean about London, it is similar to most big cities and one of the reasons people like them.

 

[Live by the sea]

Katie puts it in a very extreme way probably to get a reaction or encourage debate. However there are elements of fact in what she says however unpalatable it may be to us. I walk through both central London and south London on a regular basis and for all the talk of multi culturalism, it is rare for me to see groups of different colour mixing at teenager age. Usually you see a gang of white or Asian or Black all together. Quite sad really. i do get the impression that London is actually far less intergrated than Brighton is.

 

[The Spanish]

Katie puts it in a very extreme way probably to get a reaction or encourage debate. However there are elements of fact in what she says however unpalatable it may be to us. I walk through both central London and south London on a regular basis and for all the talk of multi culturalism, it is rare for me to see groups of different colour mixing at teenager age. Usually you see a gang of white or Asian or Black all together. Quite sad really. i do get the impression that London is actually far less intergrated than Brighton is.

You cannot compare the two London is a global city and Brighton is a very monocultural seaside town. No way is it 'more integrated'.

 

[W.C.]

Why is this even being discussed?

Talking about Hopkin's journalism is a bit like discussing the finer points of Dapper Laughs comedy.

 

[Deportivo Seagull]

If she had been alive in 1930's nazi Germany she'd be giving Josef Goebbels blow jobs.

 

[Tom Hark Preston Park]

Far prefer Andrew Neil's powerful heartfelt take on the events of last week



It's an old footballing cliche that Form Is Temporary, Class Is Permanent. Katie Hopkins has neither.

 

[brakespear]

Likely perpetual Tory government, Brexit, Trump, Left in retreat across Europe.. Guardianistas in total retreat/depression?

So is everybody left-wing a Grauniad reader? Can't stand it myself.

 

[Pretty pink fairy]

Not sure what Loony means. Is that a race quote ?

The thing I like about London is that it has this international feel. There are a lot of problems which can come with that, I know. But there's hardly a civil war about to start. Hopkins talks much of problems- I'd like to know of her solutions. Then maybe I wouldn't.

London is FULL of ghettos, any particular choice? , I find it quite alarming that the heart and soul of our capital city have been driven out to other areas, international feel .....you mean full of foreigners?
regards
DR

 

[Pretty pink fairy]

Really? How do you define a ghetto? (I take it you live here, right?)

Southall and Brixton to name a couple
regards
DR

 

[The Clamp]

Southall and Brixton to name a couple
regards
DR

You very clearly don't get up to Brixton much eh! You been up near the prison of late? £1.5 M houses, streets and streets of them. Cafes, coffee shops, real ale pubs, micro breweries. Still a nice mix of cultures though, some of the street parties last year where fantastic. Heck, even the prison has a first class restaurant you can go and dine in.
Brixton a ghetto?! Pah. Stuff and nonsense.

 

[looney]

Not sure what Loony means. Is that a race quote ?

The thing I like about London is that it has this international feel. There are a lot of problems which can come with that, I know. But there's hardly a civil war about to start. Hopkins talks much of problems- I'd like to know of her solutions. Then maybe I wouldn't.

It relfected that I travelled to Greenwich from either London Bridge or new cross area and alternate stops seemed to be virtually all black getting on and off followed by virtually all white and the areas looked the same and Greenwich was pretty white as well.

Talking of posting guff, I see you are banned from another thread where people are pointing out your hate filled bullshit. You and Hopkins male quite a pair you should get together and share your bile fueled warped view of the world's

Maybe you could get some tips on trolling from her, she, at least is good at it.

She has been paid for her contributions, I have for some of mine. Whereas you vapid drivel would more likely illicit payment for your silence.

 

[W.C.]

She has been paid for her contributions, I have for some of mine.

Flaming for cash??