The Day We Kicked the Fascists Out of Walthamstow

This September, we’ll celebrate ten years since we drove the fascists out of Walthamstow.

I remember walking up a packed Hoe Street, past closed and shuttered shopfronts, with the notable exception of the Rose & Crown of course, thinking “This is big”, but it wasn’t until we got to Bell Corner that I realised quite how big. Over four thousand local people, anti-fascists and trade unionists had turned up to oppose the racist EDL who had been escorted to Blackhorse Road with the intention of marching through our community to a rally outside the Magistrates Court and whose numbers barely troubled two hundred.

Met with opposition from local people from the moment they set foot outside the tube station, their route blocked by thousands of us at a key junction, forced into the back streets and literally wetting themselves in a police kettle in Farnan Avenue, and their leaders surrounded by anti-fascists in Forest Road, it’s fair to say that that Tommy Robinson and co. did not have a good day.

Like Roger says, most people aren’t racist.

To mark the anniversary, there’s a whole series of events which can be found here, including us playing a show at the Trades Hall, with tickets available here.

In honour of the occasion, we’re also re-releasing the Double B-Side, The Day We Kicked The Fascists Out Of Walthamstow (Graham Larkbey & The Escapees) c/w No Pasaran In E17 (Steve White & The Protest Family). It’s a free download and you can find it here.

Tommy, Who Told Lies and Ended Up Back in Jail

(With apologies to Hillaire Belloc)

Tommy told such dreadful lies
It made one gasp and stretch one’s eyes

His followers, racist and uncouth
With scant regard for actual truth
Attempted to believe young Tommy
Wanted to keep sending money

And would have done so, had not he
Lied about her Majesty’s
Pleasure when he went to court
Showing off the pack he brought

‘My prison bag’, Tommy proclaimed
But later, as it was explained
At worst, he’d only get a fine
And had invented prison time

The grift exposed, to say the least
But Tommy had not said his piece
‘My lawyer, and I need the best’
‘Needs paying, and I can’t’, he stressed

His fans from near and far dug deep
Knowing counsel won’t come cheap
But were inevitably dismayed
To find that Tom had Legal Aid

One day soon, his time will come
And Tommy this time square undone
When more funds he seeks to acquire
But fascist chums cry ‘Little Liar!’

And he’s sentenced to a lengthy stint
Locked up once more, and also skint

Audrey vs. Sir Kier

Witchfinder Sir Kier coming round here
Coming round here with his column in The Sun
With his political flies undone
Coming round here to prosecute a witch hunt
Coming round here he’s got some front

Witchfinder Sir Kier coming round here
Coming round here frayed at the edges
Coming round here breaking his pledges
Coming round here with his Tory stripes
Coming round here not supporting the strikes

Witchfinder Sir Kier coming round here
Coming round here distanced from ideas
Abandoning our health to Tory donors and peers
Coming round here misunderstanding our community
Coming round here spreading disunity

Witchfinder Sir Kier coming round here
And if you criticise him you’ll be out on your ear