Report 1 – The Day of a National Action Activist

01:00 PM

Arrive at Newcastle Upon Tyne. Park just outside of the centre and make our way looking for ‘Gotham Town’. We asked a local lad for directions and he just shakes his head and laughs at our accent, then provides instructions “Yee niwor been te toon before? Gan strite doon there, tyek a reet, keep gannin forward then yee should see it.”

01:10 PM

Arrive outside what we identify as ‘Gotham Town’. It looked like the typical back street bar in New York that you see on the tele, there was a few police men nocking about, vans etc. We saw a contingent of rough and ready looking men in the entrance to the pub. They looked at us very suspiciously, must have been because we were wearing all black. I stated “White man march.” One of the men at the door took a long drag of his cigarette, narrowed his eyes and exhaled and said “Yeah.”

I nodded and entered with my group. Inside was very dark and thematic, there was a lot of people inside talking, discussing. A police man with a camera was trying to catch as many faces on camera as he could.

From inside the pub you could see the stark contrast of a racial National Socialist march and the EDL one at Rotherham I went too. Inside the location was pleasant, majority of people were on soft drinks or water, very little alcohol present. Stern and steady heads ready for what was to come. We met up with the rest of our lads and discussed, planned and prepared for the march.

02:00 PM

“WHITE POWER! WHITE POWER! WHITE POWER!” Echoed throughout Newcastle, a solid line of white men, stretching long and wide, 100+ in total. Marched through the streets and descended on the rendezvous where the static part of the demonstration was to be held. There were very few of the eternal enemy and abominations of nature about. There was a few small groups who attempted to taunt us but fell on deaf ears.

They had not the courage or numbers on their side. One small group of them was near a back street not far from Gotham Town. Majority of them were disfigured or lunatic looking freaks, but one of them was pretty enough. I was unmasked at this point so I said “Si Pasaran” in a mocking tone and her reply: “Si?”. Poor dear.

The march continued winding down the city centre towards the river side. There was a group of around 70 mutants who were screaming through the fence “Ya twats, fucking cunts! No pasaran!” in East London accents. There was one remtard who just started punching the air with impotent rage and screaming swear words. Dear reader, I kek’d SO hard at this, it will remain my most treasured memory of the day.

We then marched down two flights of steps which combined in the middle to another contingent of around 30 of our racial brothers who were already at the point. A greeting of “White Power” was given as we joined our brothers and sisters.

02:30 PM

United with our folk the banners unfurled we held them high with pride. National Action flags flew in the wind, Union flags, the flags of other NS groups, and some from the continent. The reds made a pathetic attempt to what I can only assume was ‘Nazi scum off our streets’ the truth is they were so far away I could not hear a word they were saying.

Chants began as a prelude to the speeches. Many of them were ‘Muslim pedos off our streets… no surrender to the taliban… English till I die…’. Enough was enough. We were not marching against only Islam, our truth is much greater, our goal is much greater. One of our lads grabbed the microphone and shouted “Britain is ours! The rest must go!” This began a chant which was echoed by the crowd.

The speeches began. Various talks on different topics, from creativity, to politics, to Islam, to the Jewish question. But by far the most radical and well received talks were those by the two National Action activists who applied the stomach pump of common sense and radical truths to the far rights current skewed view. Cheers and shouts and worried police faces were made in support of what was said.

Less than half way through the event the outnumbered enemy actually left! I couldn’t believe it! I am sure they had felt humiliated after having failed in their objective of ‘Not letting the Nazis advance one step’ let alone ‘smash the white man march’ but for them to run away was simply unforgivable!

Flag burnings began as the talks were going on. The Israeli flag, the flag of the bum drillers, and the flag of the commies were stomped, shredded and burned as the crowd approved.

04:00 PM

The event was concluded by Jez Turner who gave another good talk making reference to his notes he has been making “The Jez Turner diary.”

As his talk was finishing off a disturbing number of police patrolled one side of the event. I assumed they were going to kettle us or force us in one direction once the event was concluded. I was wrong, they surrounded an elderly man and arrested him and dragged him off to the Gulag, I later found out that he had spent time in an East German prison for activism he did there in the 80’s.

This upset many in the crowd, it was the first arrest but not the last.  A total of 7 people were arrested for the alleged crime of ‘inciting racial hatred’. The heroic and uncompromising Tommy Johnson was escorted away by the mercenaries in uniform with his head held high with the knowledge that he fights for his race. Other National Action activists were arrested including Garron Helm, a man all too familiar with the states Jewish agenda of silencing their critics.

The contingent of people I was with decided to get the fuck out of dodge as we thought they may want to get one of the lads we was with. The police continued to follow the main block of those at the protest whilst a group of 8 of us slid off, police followed for a while but we lost them in the concrete jungle.

We debriefed what had happened, got some refreshments then snuck into the football and watched the rest of the match in rest and relaxation. As the crowds of fans left the stadium, we disappeared into the mass.

 Report 2 – From a March Organiser

At 12:30, 25 of our activists began linking up with another 30 NA supporters and 50+ Nationalists from different organisations outside a pub in the city. I was in no doubt the day was ours, and at 2:00 we marched!

Despite the reds hilariously thinking we were planned to march over the bridge and waiting to stop (or smash) us, we marched our planned route, straight through the busy town! Our flags and banners were raised high as the locals watched in amazement, chants were heard “Hitler was right” “White power” “Hail Victory” “Britain is ours, the rest must go”, we ‘goosestepped’ on the North East Antifas turf while they were busy discussing the new Star Wars movie. The Reds had boasted “National Action will not take one goosestep in Newcastle”, Ha! We marched unopposed and in full view of the public, meanwhile the reds scratched their heads on a deserted bridge.

After a 30 minute march we reached our destination; Quayside, we were slowly greeted by another 20+ NA member’s and groups of mixed Nationalists. I personally counted and double counted estimating in attendance around 125-150 taking part in the White man march and around 75-95 taking part in the counter demonstration, that was taking part a few feet away from us, we could hear the cliché chants of “Nazi scum” our comeback? “Sieg Heil!!”. After unfurling our banners we exchanged a few choice words and hand gestures with the red creeps.

At around 2:30 the speeches began, first up was a reverend James Mac from the Creativity alliance who did an inspiring speech on white achievement and why creativity is the white man’s religion. Following him was Peter Rushton of Heritage and Destiny (I will say that it was really good spirited of him and a lot of these older guys to demonstrate with us, I hope they had a good time). Then it was National Actions time to speak, a handful of our activists took the stand, black clad and flags in hand, the speaker took his place in front of activists and gave a speech on the achievements of the white race and why we must follow in their footsteps, our second speaker then talked about a call to arms, stating that it is every white man’s duty to fight those against him.

Our speakers were then followed by a few others including Jez Turner the Organiser of London Forum who gave a serious yet light hearted speech about the hypocrisy and two tier justice system (considering what happened next was rather ironic). Whilst speeches took place a few people decided to burn an Israeli flag in defiance against the terrorist state, 3 National Action members then took place in burning a Che Guevara flag to show their disgust against the the Marxist/Communist theories and ideologies that are allowed to be used by the government and powers that be. After the burning of the Che flag a Rainbow flag was also thrown on to the fire by an unknown person.

It has been pointed out already, but it should be repeated, that on the exact same day in London a Union flag was burnt by Muslims in full sight of the media, police and Members of Parliament (this wasn’t the worst thing they did either), while 6 of our activists were arrested on the bogus charge of “Incitement of racial hatred”. I am no stranger to bogus charges myself so I wasn’t that bothered.

We were taken one by one to the police vans whilst a media frenzy took place. Every one of us was kept in custody for the full 24 hours, whilst in custody interviews took place; to our amazement 3 of our activists were told that burning a Che flag constituted incitement to racial hatred, none of us could be bothered to tell them that Che Guevara was White, it would be expecting to much for them to understand. Amazingly were told not only by our lawyers but also the police officers present that it is not incitement of racial hatred to burn a Che or Israeli flag, so I asked why they arrested us. I have long since given up on the police as having any intelligence or education over that of an eleven year old, there is no point in reasoning with them, they were just following orders and generally very confused people.

Our clothes and phones were seized and at around 4:00 the next day we were released. Whilst in custody a committed group occupied, slept and protested the detainees innocence. All of the Newcastle 6 were released on bail WITHOUT charge, or even bail conditions – the entire ordeal had been a public relations farce. I am kind of angry, but in all it was a mint day and totally worth it.

 Report 3 – The Night Watch

At about 4:30 was when police began arresting people, among them one of the Polish drivers who several demonstrators including myself relied on for transport and so we were the first to arrive at Northumbria Police Headquarters which was only a short distance away. According to the plastic police on the reception we had apparently arrived before our comrades and were told all we could do is wait in the totally barren waiting area until they had been charged and bailed. We didn’t know it at the time but it wouldn’t be for another 22 hours before anyone was released (We arrived at 5:30 on the Saturday evening), so we began to wait.

After some time we noticed the Police come into the reception with all of the arrestee’s clothes and possessions in evidence bags, indicating to us that they were desperate to get them on another, more valid charge. Eventually news of our wait reached the rest of the WMM protesters who were still around town and they began to join us until we had about 30 people demanding the release of the Newcastle 6. The left wing journalists that assumed we had completely abandoned our comrades were I think too quick to jump the gun, there were a lot of profound changes and lessons from this day that were lost on them.

I must say that Peter Rushton did an excellent job in pressing for information out of a young and rather squeamish officer who had been sent as our liaison. Not only did Peter crush his bullshit police ramblings like a soft boiled egg, but he was also soon on the phone to his own legal contacts back in London who were able to confirm that the arrests were on false grounds.

With us that night were (I think) all the Polish, and I thought these guys were great. In my opinion they are really staunch folk with a far superior sense of loyalty to each other than most British Nationalists. I found them generous too, not just because they happily shared their food but organised the logistical nightmare of getting all of us back home – for one driver a 9 hour round trip. My gratitude to the 5 Polish who waited night and day to see the release of the Newcastle six, I hope one day our movement is as closely knit as these guys were.

 White Man March – Photos