FRANK HAVILAND
Axel Rudakubana is a name the British public should never have been forced to learn. He is a nobody, and a nobody he should have remained; albeit in a foreign land, where his particular brand of evil would have received considerably less airtime. Instead, thanks to the suicidal policies of successive British governments, the Southport murderer lingers on; a permanent presence in the lives of the families he destroyed.
The brutal slaughter of Alice da Silva Aguiar, Bebe King and Elsie Dot Stancombe are unspeakable crimes. But the impact of Rudakubana’s evil on their families endures, burning his name and his face onto their lives for eternity. Even their most private moments – the first thoughts on waking and the last before sleep, will now be haunted by his presence. That is a life sentence in all but name. The same life sentence, one might argue, which ought to be demanded from Rudakubana himself.
Seeing as Britain no longer has the stomach for justice, Rudakubana lives on undeservedly. That the victims’ families are forced to contribute to his upkeep via taxation is a crime in and of itself. That he will continue to garner headlines long after the lives of Alice, Bebe and Elsie have been reduced to anniversary memorials, is the ultimate injustice; an endless insult to their memory.
It is not the last, however, because Rudakubana it seems does not intend to keep a low profile. In what is widely perceived to be a further attempt to play the system, the Southport murderer was moved from HMP Belmarsh to Broadmoor psychiatric hospital last Thursday. The transfer was made under the Mental Health Act, after a clinical assessment of his “deterioration”.
There are a few points worth noting here: first, the transfer coincides almost perfectly with the anniversary of the Southport murders. Second, Rudakubana’s life sentence – a minimum of 52 years, remains unchanged. After treatment, he will be returned to prison. Third, the annual cost of his detention hereby increases fivefold to a staggering £300,000. Fourth, and perhaps most pertinently, there is a black irony in the operation of the mental health system: the same system that now defends prison officers and inmates from danger, is the same one that refused to defend schoolchildren. If Prevent had done their job on the first, second or even third time of asking, perhaps Broadmoor would not now be doing theirs.
The bereaved families’ solicitor, Chris Walker, utterly disputes the veracity of the psychiatric evaluation. He notes the very limited information provided by government, the fact that the Rudakubana defence could find no mental disorder to assuage his guilt at trial, and the timing – which could suggest the desire to further traumatise the grieving relatives. Indeed, it is worth reminding ourselves that Rudakubana was deemed mentally fit to be detained, interviewed, and stand trial. More sinisterly still, it is worth highlighting that Rudakubana researched “mental health explanations and defences that might be available to him following a criminal prosecution”. Cold, calculated and cunning.
Prison of course, is hardly a picnic. But the talk of luxury prison conditions is not quite the oxymoron it might once have been. Only last year, it was reported that Rudakubana had been given significant “jail perks”, as a bribe to behave after attacking a prison officer. The upgrade included a Freeview TV with about 25 channels, a dvd player, a quadrupling of his canteen money, and extra library and gym visits. This is after he allegedly threw boiling water over a prison guard, thanks to the kettle in his cell. Perhaps you are wondering what kind of system rewards the worst kind of behaviour? Perhaps, like me, you are wondering why Rudakubana had a kettle in his cell?
The official line, naturally, is worlds apart. In a carefully worded statement, the Ministry of Justice offered the following words of comfort:
“The families of those murdered and injured in Southport will be in this country’s heart forever and our thoughts remain with them. Any decision to transfer an offender is made following an independent, clinical assessment, under the Mental Health Act. Following rigorous security checks, the offender has been transferred to a high-security psychiatric unit, where he will remain until assessed fit to return to prison. Officials have approved this transfer, on behalf of Ministers. This transfer does not change his sentence – which remains at 52 years – and of which he will serve every single day.”
The authorities can dress it up however they like, but the practical effect is clear: Rudakubana has been downgraded (or should that be upgraded?) from prisoner to patient.
The evil of Southport is a perfect microcosm of how Britain is failing. Evil has always existed. But it’s only recently that evil was imported en masse to Britain; that the authorities refused to stem the flow; that the authorities covered up the inevitable carnage; and finally, that the authorities criminalised those who noticed. The coordinated deceit of the Starmer government (who blatantly lied about what they knew in the aftermath), the media (who portrayed Rudakubana as an angelic schoolboy), and the terror experts (who deemed ricin, Al-Qaeda manuals and a picture of Jihadi John as “no evidence of terrorism”) is truly something to behold. The fact that no one outside of Rudakubana has been held accountable for such system failure is truly breathtaking.
If the ritual slaughter of the innocent and the kid gloves afforded the guilty are the price we pay for being a civilised society, that price is extortionate. Perhaps it’s time to stop being quite so civilised. Please forgive me hammering the point, but Axel Rudakubana has made only one contribution to society as far as I’m concerned: reminding us of the need for the death penalty. He callously selected the most vulnerable of targets, inflicted the maximum possible damage, has shown zero remorse, continues to show nothing but contempt for the families, and causes chaos behind bars while milking the system for all it is worth. Nothing about this excuse for a human being merits the right to life.
Rudakubana is alas, far from an outlier. He is the logical endpoint of a justice system that prioritises the comfort and ‘rights’ of the evil, over the safety and dignity of the innocent. Until Britain chooses course correction (electorally if possible, by other means if the Establishment refuses), there will be more Rudakubanas. And there will be more little girls named Elsie, Bebe and Alice whose families will never be free of a name they should never have heard.
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Hell is too good for the Southport monster
A killer whose continued existence makes our lives worse
RUSSELL DAVID
This is a difficult article to write. Not because I won’t find enough words to fill it, but because it is distressing to write about something or someone you hate so much it hurts. In the several days it has taken for this article to come together, I have had to focus my mind on one of the most despicable human beings ever born, and who is, inexplicably, in my country. There are many other things I could do with my time that would be much more enjoyable. But I feel I have to write this.
I’m not going to use a photograph of him. Certainly not that face-of-evil mugshot. I’m not even going to name him, you know who he is (though a piece I quote will give his surname).
He’s in the news again because the scumrat has successfully had himself transferred to Broadmoor psychiatric hospital from Belmarsh high-security prison. As the Telegraph reports, ‘The families of Alice da Silva Aguiar, Bebe King and Elsie Dot Stancombe accused the killer of attempting to “manipulate the system”.’ That’s an understatement, and he’s been doing it for years. Our ‘system’ is broke. It’s easily manipulated by those who have been handed vacuum-packed grievances. The system has been feminised, racialised, liberalised to the point of inanity, and more attuned to the ‘needs’ of the criminal than those of the suffering public.
Former prisoner David Shipley writes in The Spectator: ‘Although this does not change the fact that he is serving a prison sentence, Broadmoor is a more comfortable and safer environment than a jail like Belmarsh. It’s also far more expensive. Instead of the approximately £100,000 per year Rudakubana cost us as a prisoner, he will now cost over £300,000 per year.’
We must be mad, literally mad to facilitate this. We must be mad, literally mad, to have ever even let his abhorrent parents into this country. Blame Blair, as for so much else. Why the hell do we allow people from backwards hell-holes with a history of violence, with no connection to this country – or continent – to come and settle here? It is insane.
The Southport murders affected me on a very deep level, as I’m sure they did many others. The horror of it was simply unimaginable. Was this the most heinous act ever committed on British soil in the last half-century? The Dunblane massacre was ghastly beyond belief, Hungerford was horrendous, and Islamists have enacted appalling acts (and will do so in the future). But there was just something so evil, so senseless, so sickening, so foreign about Southport that it chills the blood to freezing. A knife crime seems more savage, more primitive, more repellent than a gun crime, as abhorrent as gun crimes are. Especially one against defenceless children.
It was, in its way, deeply symbolic. While the killer might be the very worst immigrant/son-of-immigrants we’ve ever allowed to walk the streets of Britain – although there is stiff competition – and therefore not typical of your average immigrant, him and his family, with the way they were treated by British institutions, highlight the unbelievable naivety and foolishness of those in charge of them.
As I say, he never should have been in this country, but he was, and yet he still could have been stopped, just as Salman Abedi and Valdo Calocane could have been, had the British State not spent several decades brainwashing people out of their common sense and natural instincts. Headteacher Joanne Hodson was accused by a social worker – who should surely live every day of the rest of her life with her bowed in shame – as ‘racially stereotyping … a black boy with a knife’.
In an even more incredible example of suicidal empathy, ex-marine Jamie Michael was banned from coaching children after calling him a ‘creature’. A safeguarding board accused Michael of using ‘dehumanising language’; lawyers accused Michael of ‘subjecting’ him to ‘degrading treatment’ in calling him a creature. How much more screwed up does our society have to become before we wake up?
Any sane, serious and, yes, civilised country would execute this devil and deport his family immediately. But no – instead he costs taxpayers enormous sums, and his family are protected and hidden away by the State, again at vast expense. Do his parents work? What do you think? (Their other son, who is disabled, will also cost Britain a fortune.) Their identities will have been altered, they’ll have been moved to a different part of the UK, they will be the recipients of welfare and security largesse. They’re effectively being rewarded for bringing up the most vile child ever and doing almost nothing to stop him going on his murder spree. (The parents of the Sikh killer of Henry Novak are almost as repugnant.)
I’ve never been in favour of the death penalty but I now think it should be applied in exceptional circumstances. There is zero doubt that he committed these heinous crimes. He costs us millions to keep alive. He is evil and manipulative and has to be monitored every hour of the day, which can’t be an easy job for those tasked with it.
I don’t want to hear about this sickening lump of human excrement ever again, but I will. I hope that other prisoners smash his brains in with a metal bar, as happened with that other child-murdering beast, Ian Huntley.
I don’t know exactly what goes on in places where putrid killers are kept. I’d love to hear stories from those who work in such establishments, that they routinely make the killers’ lives even worse than they already are. I’d hope that spitting in their food is routine; accidentally-on-purpose tripping them up and sending them headfirst into a wall; inflicting any number of other subtle punishments upon them daily to make their existence the constant hell it should be. Darkness begets darkness.
I can’t actually imagine doing things like serving food or giving medical care to a demonic individual like the Southport slime. How awful that must feel. Who could do it? I couldn’t. Why did a Muslim Imam visit him in prison? Why give anything to a bastard who gave such eternal suffering to so many? Because make no mistake, his crime is never-ending. It’s not just the three little girls he slew (I weep when I see pictures of them). It’s not just the forever suffering of their families who, every day for the rest of their lives, will be haunted. It’s the other children who witnessed the killings and were nearly killed themselves on that day: they have decades of mental torture ahead of them, as will their families and friends. It’s the scores of other people who had some sort of connection to the good people of Southport who will suffer in turmoil for years to come because of the actions of this emissary from Hell.
I feel the massacre stained Britain irrevocably. The stain can never disappear. It feels like a salient act in an invasion of this island that is ongoing. Our leaders are so inept, pitiful and malignant that they indulge in trivialities while the seeds of future atrocities are being sown every week, as more Third World immigrants, a significant portion of whom will be criminals, rock up on our shores, ‘legally’ and illegally.
I don’t believe Hell exists but I can see why people liked to believe it did: because it promised the very worst people would suffer eternal fire and damnation. If Hell did exist, I’d hope that the Rwandan slaughterer would burn in it for the remainder of time, however long that might be. Though would that be punishment enough?
(UKR)