learn.”
“But sir, they savagely murdered an innocent
royal family most brutally, with no cause and it triggered a violent civil
war.”
“Well, these things happen, world war two
which followed was much worse too.”
Nicola Woodvine raised her hand and the lecturer nodded.
“Miss Woodvine .”
“Was that war not indirectly triggered by
agitation and Communism threatening central and western Europe though sir?”
“Of course not, the Nazi party wished to
take over the world. I’d have thought you’d learned this at secondary school.
Now please, be quiet, that’s enough questions asked!”
Soon afterwards the lecturer began showing
his Bolshevik heros of the USSR in an almost ecstatic
fashion. This was followed by the communist takeover of China and Vietnam. Both
girls weren’t even taking notes now nor were many others. The grades in such
politically-correct subjects weren’t joined with the others though, but a rumor had it that the
next college year would see it so.
For the younger ones in primary and
secondary school the draconian ways of enforced multiculturalism were already
in place. Parents who home-schooled their children to side-step this ran the
risk of a random visit from the Social Services Authority. While it did not
result in arrest and child-stealing, all it took was the wrong word, gesture or
intention for a mandatory schooling-order to be sent through the post. Failing
to heed this would see the SSA return once again, but this time with enforcers
backing them up. Holding a guardianship warrant the SSA could effectively seize
the children in a state-sanctioned abduction. They’d be schooled in a location
far from the area the parents were in.
So far the guardianship warrants were seldom
deployed and when they were, only with those they deemed the ‘worst’ offenders.
For the children of home-schoolers forced ‘familiarization’ sessions with
groups of foreign children in the inner-cities was commonplace.
Two hours later the
lecture was over and more than a few students couldn’t wait to leave. Beaumont
and Woodvine , along with a few others were kindred
spirits in a maelstrom of liberal confusion and emotion.
Omar Jordan wasn't far away and re-checked
his phone and viewed the picture he’d been sent. A name was below it, along
with the target's class schedule but he already knew who she was. As he and his
friend watched the leggy blonde leave the lecture hall with Nicola Woodvine he smiled with the thrill of the chase. He’d been
in England for two years and felt aggressively confident. His parents were
first generation asylum-seekers from southern Iraq. His best friend was Jesse
Young an Afro-English boy of mixed parentage and somewhat in the shadow of
Omar. Both were dark-skinned and above-average when it came to intelligence but
it was Omar who was the leader. He had that edge in fast-maturity over boys a
similar age and was handy with his fists. He viewed the willowy blonde girl as
a personal challenge. The other boys at the college tended to be emo-style
wimps or academic bookworms, making competition for him quite mild. So far he’d
had his way with other girls but a blonde one, even a dishwater blonde, would
mark new meat for his sexual appetite The fact he was being assigned potential
troublemakers to punish made his job even more appealing.
At the communal locker area he made his
move.
“So what are you up to after classes Val?”
Omar said, moving in close to her, invading her personal space a touch.
“Nothing much, why?” she said neutrally,
taking half a step back.
“Well maybe you and me could go out on a
date?” he said with a hint of aggression to his deep accent. The brown eyes
seemed to show a masculine nature some would have been intrigued by. Valerie
Beaumont was, unlike most others at the college both conservative and
pro-White.
“I’m sorry, but I don’t date outside of my
race.” Valerie said quietly with the hint of dignity. She
“But sir, they savagely murdered an innocent
royal family most brutally, with no cause and it triggered a violent civil
war.”
“Well, these things happen, world war two
which followed was much worse too.”
Nicola Woodvine raised her hand and the lecturer nodded.
“Miss Woodvine .”
“Was that war not indirectly triggered by
agitation and Communism threatening central and western Europe though sir?”
“Of course not, the Nazi party wished to
take over the world. I’d have thought you’d learned this at secondary school.
Now please, be quiet, that’s enough questions asked!”
Soon afterwards the lecturer began showing
his Bolshevik heros of the USSR in an almost ecstatic
fashion. This was followed by the communist takeover of China and Vietnam. Both
girls weren’t even taking notes now nor were many others. The grades in such
politically-correct subjects weren’t joined with the others though, but a rumor had it that the
next college year would see it so.
For the younger ones in primary and
secondary school the draconian ways of enforced multiculturalism were already
in place. Parents who home-schooled their children to side-step this ran the
risk of a random visit from the Social Services Authority. While it did not
result in arrest and child-stealing, all it took was the wrong word, gesture or
intention for a mandatory schooling-order to be sent through the post. Failing
to heed this would see the SSA return once again, but this time with enforcers
backing them up. Holding a guardianship warrant the SSA could effectively seize
the children in a state-sanctioned abduction. They’d be schooled in a location
far from the area the parents were in.
So far the guardianship warrants were seldom
deployed and when they were, only with those they deemed the ‘worst’ offenders.
For the children of home-schoolers forced ‘familiarization’ sessions with
groups of foreign children in the inner-cities was commonplace.
Two hours later the
lecture was over and more than a few students couldn’t wait to leave. Beaumont
and Woodvine , along with a few others were kindred
spirits in a maelstrom of liberal confusion and emotion.
Omar Jordan wasn't far away and re-checked
his phone and viewed the picture he’d been sent. A name was below it, along
with the target's class schedule but he already knew who she was. As he and his
friend watched the leggy blonde leave the lecture hall with Nicola Woodvine he smiled with the thrill of the chase. He’d been
in England for two years and felt aggressively confident. His parents were
first generation asylum-seekers from southern Iraq. His best friend was Jesse
Young an Afro-English boy of mixed parentage and somewhat in the shadow of
Omar. Both were dark-skinned and above-average when it came to intelligence but
it was Omar who was the leader. He had that edge in fast-maturity over boys a
similar age and was handy with his fists. He viewed the willowy blonde girl as
a personal challenge. The other boys at the college tended to be emo-style
wimps or academic bookworms, making competition for him quite mild. So far he’d
had his way with other girls but a blonde one, even a dishwater blonde, would
mark new meat for his sexual appetite The fact he was being assigned potential
troublemakers to punish made his job even more appealing.
At the communal locker area he made his
move.
“So what are you up to after classes Val?”
Omar said, moving in close to her, invading her personal space a touch.
“Nothing much, why?” she said neutrally,
taking half a step back.
“Well maybe you and me could go out on a
date?” he said with a hint of aggression to his deep accent. The brown eyes
seemed to show a masculine nature some would have been intrigued by. Valerie
Beaumont was, unlike most others at the college both conservative and
pro-White.
“I’m sorry, but I don’t date outside of my
race.” Valerie said quietly with the hint of dignity. She
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