The rain fell on the just and the unjust on Brighton seafront this afternoon as thousands of local people turned out to oppose a few dozen far-right knuckle-draggers of the “March for England.” I was very pleased to find myself alongside the English Disco Lovers – the real EDL, and to be among family and friends protesting at the unwelcome intrusion of hatred on to the streets of our town.
The pitiably small number of pitiable fascists who walked up and down the sea front behind rows of police and vans could see at every turn that they were outnumbered and outclassed. Not only was the anti-Nazi protest clearly much more fun, but enterprising locals ensured that – whether by banners from windows or a trombonist on a rooftop, the message that racist hatred has no place in Brighton was drummed home.
As their numbers have fallen, so the openly Nazi politics of the supposed “patriots” have become increasingly clear. These racist diehards will keep coming for a while yet – and we’ll have to keep turning out to show them that they don’t belong here.
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