Twenty years ago, I was a juggler. The majority of my ‘work’ was in schools. I travelled the length and breadth of England - witnessing firsthand the changes wrought by Tony Blair and New Labour ‘diversity’. I can remember all of the best jobs - invariably these were small village schools, where the pupil numbers did not exceed a hundred. The family atmosphere was tangible, and it was a great pleasure to be there. I can remember the worst ones too. These were almost always large, faceless, inner-city academies.
One in particular stands out in my memory, a primary school in East London. The cultural divide couldn’t have been starker - perfectly embodied by the whiteness of the staff and the non-whiteness of the pupils. Indeed, only one or two in each class were what would be termed ‘White British’. The White headmaster was openly ridiculed as he proudly walked the corridors, while the teachers were largely ignored. The behaviour was more akin to a zoo than a classroom, and it was an excruciatingly difficult week.
This had very little to do with money, at least the amount spent on the learning environment. Judging by the recent upgrades to the building and the state-of-the-art facilities, the government certainly wasn’t shirking its financial responsibility. What was chronically absent was a sense of shared identity - something the crumbling bricks and peeling paint of small village schools could not erode. Here I found myself in the midst of diverse cultures, languages, religions and backgrounds - everything we’re told is supposed to enrich us. Do not be deceived: diversity ain’t strength; uniformity is.
Fast forward 20 years, and ultimate diversity has finally been achieved. London is now home to a school where not one of the pupils’ first languages is English. Welcome to Kobi Nazrul Primary School - named after the national poet of Bangladesh, but which curiously you find situated in London’s East End; just a stone’s throw from the East London Mosque (one of Europe’s largest), which comfortably accommodates 7,000 Muslims.
Anyone familiar with the English Monopoly board might be shocked to learn that, according to the 2021 Census, Whitechapel (the school’s locale) is home to a 51.3% Asian population. Of the school’s 243 pupils, 92.5% are Bangladeshi who speak Bengali as their first language. Ofsted apparently gave the school a ‘glowing’ report, coupled with a ‘good’ rating. But then, at least the school wasn’t ‘too white’ - which Ofsted vehemently objects to.
The influx of Islam set against the backdrop of cockney London is striking. The Victorian terraced houses still stand, but the pie and mash shops and pubs frequented by the Kray twins are long gone. In their stead, Palestinian flags adorn the windows; ‘no ball games’ is written is both English and Bengali; and in lieu of ‘gangster chic’, abayas and thobes now throng the pavements.
On its current trajectory, this is England’s inexorable future - a Muslim future. The statistics are hard to dispute. With a birth rate at least double that of the native population, it’s no surprise that ‘Mohammed’ is the most popular baby name in England and Wales, and has been for quite some time. What this means in practice, is that the Muslim contribution to Britain is only going to get more noticeable; what a pity, when so much of that ‘contribution’ is negative.
One of the most negative features of Islam in Britain, is its spectacular intolerance of the host nation, the host population, and the host’s values:
66% of British Muslims would not inform the police if a friend was involved in terrorism.
4% sympathise with suicide bombers.
52% think homosexuality should be illegal.
Only 1 in 4 believe Hamas committed murder and rape in Israel on October 7.
Almost half say Jews have too much power over UK government policy.
52% want to make it illegal to show a picture of the Prophet Mohammed.
32% favour both the implementation of Sharia Law, and the declaration of Islam as Britain’s national religion.
Perhaps most disturbing, is that extreme views are more likely to be found within the youngest cohort surveyed (18-34), with British born Muslims more radical than those born overseas.
It’s thanks to such intolerance, that London is now considered a no-go zone for Jews when pro-Palestinian protests are taking place. And while the Labour government denies the existence of a two-tier society, Britain is thought to be the ‘western capital’ for Sharia Law, thanks to the number of Sharia councils in operation.
Muslims are not projected to supplant the entire native population any time soon. Whites are however, expected to become a minority in their homeland within the next 40 years. And with Kobi Nazrul situated within Tower Hamlets (the highest Muslim concentration in the country), this does provide a good litmus test of what our children and grandchildren can expect to contend with.
Tower Hamlets is justly famous as the home of electoral fraud and fiefdom of inveterate bad penny, Mayor Lutfur Rahman. Banned during his first term of office for electoral fraud and ‘practising undue spiritual influence’, Rahman nonetheless successfully rebranded as the Aspire Party in 2022, and romped home to victory. What were the odds?
There is a worrying dissonance between Rahman’s alleged links to Islamic extremism (the reason he was expelled from the Labour Party), and the official line from bodies such as Ofsted, which seems determined to rate the borough’s performance as ‘outstanding’ wherever possible. Indeed, it’s not so long ago that Kobi Nazrul recorded the worst ever SAT results, alongside infiltration by Islamic extremists - including a school governor, who was a senior member of the outlawed group Hizb ut-Tahrir. The school may be under new management, but knowing what we now know about government cover-ups in relation to Islam - what are the chances Ofsted are simply ‘glossing over’ the rough edges in the name of ‘community cohesion’?
Far from celebrating schools like Kobi Nazrul, I submit this is nothing short of the death of England; state-sponsored cultural sabotage and replacement, completed without a shot being fired nor even a hint of resistance. Perhaps the end of Whites in the East End will be a success, time will tell. But one can’t help wondering, why its new inhabitants left their homelands in the first place - if they’re only going to establish the same enclaves they left behind?
Whatever replaces cockney London, two things are certain: firstly, it will no longer be England. And secondly, it’s coming to a town near you sooner than you think.
Frank Haviland is the Editor of The New Conservative, and the author of Banalysis: The Lie Destroying the West.
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This piece was first published in The European Conservative, and is reproduced by kind permission.
(Photograph: Kobi Nazrul Primary School by Alex McGregor, CC BY-SA 2.0 <https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/2.0>, via Wikimedia Commons)
We lived in Tower Hamlets for a number of years when I worked in Canary Wharf. We had an apartment on Narrow Street and that area was almost totally white. 100 yards away was almost totally Bangladeshi and Pakistani. There was no mixing. Nobody spoke to each other. We could have been in separate countries. We left to return to the Welsh countryside around 10 years ago and are now seeing African and Asian families placed here by Rayner’s project scatter. Hopefully this time there’ll be better integration but the future doesn’t look great.
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But one can’t help wondering, why its new inhabitants left their homelands in the first place - if they’re only going to establish the same enclaves they left behind? - Frank Haviland
I wondered the same exact thing when I was living in Queens, NY where both my paternal grandparents and maternal great-grandparents settled. The part of Queens where my husband and I stayed was originally an Italian neighborhood with Irish, Russians and Dominicans. There was even a synagogue. Overnight, this diverse NY neighborhood became oversaturated with Bangladeshi multi-generational families. I am convinced that the "family" who lived next door to us was an older man with four wives with a wide range of ages. Money seemed to flow into the neighborhood, the mosque went up, and the popular Dominican restaurant down the street from the mosque, mysteriously closed. People who were not bought out by the new money flowing in, flew American flags every day of the year, because they were under siege.