his dad that he is white English, and anti-immigration, he wants England to be English, just like the film Notting Hill portrays to the world. He says he wants the Afgans, Pakistanis, Africans, Romanian gypsies, and the rest to stop being allowed to hurt English people and being treated as superior in England. His dad hits him, his face full of rage and fear. What about me he says, I have to mix with people, earn a living, keep this family together. What would happen if you or I or your mother were arrested and taken in for questioning ,for what you just said, he asks. What would happen if the Socialist council found out, we'd be out on the street, or have our windows smashed in by hippies and student protesters.
They both go away and weep, hiding, scared, terrified of the consequences. Yet the boy finds courage, he thinks he cannot be alone, he thinks surely his fellow English cannot be content to settle for debate alone, they must want to get England back from the asylum seekers and their left wing militia. He goes onto the street, shouts out, with a petition, millions flock to his cause.
The left wing find out, they leave their bedsits, some of them even missing their signing on day, to rush to confront the English revolt. They are joined by their asylum seekers from the council estates, who are joined by their translators and legal team. As this loud minority approach the previously silent majority, who are so unused to speaking out they don't know what to do, they shout nazi, fascist at them. The majority go red and slink away, back to their tv's and comfy sofas. Yet suddenly there's been a mix up, the army that's been off fighting for America for years, has heard that there are disgruntled immigrants in Britain. We cant have that, the old field marshal says. We are polite, we cant have visitors to our country unsatisfied, tell you what we'll give them a free lift home. His officers applaud, well done sir, a brilliant idea as usual they say.
Navy ships, commisioned by the queen, compassionately take the asylum seekers back to the 3rd world that they worship. As an extra gesture of good will, they will be joined by their left wing chums and the lawyers and councillors who have previously helped them. Although surprisingly this lot look a bit bemused at the announcement. The asylum seekers and their pals are given a round of applause from cheery Brits at the dock. On the ships the asylum seekers angry at first, get bored a minute later, and look at the frightened looking UAF mob. You smell of cannabis they say, tut tut tut, we don't approve of that where we're going. Are any of you gay or have criminal records, they ask, we have ways of dealing with you in Saudi. The UAF socialist anarchist mob suddenly go pale white and start shaking.What do you think of this kids idea for a film drama script, along the lines of Billy Elliot; a guy admits to?
It's a shame D.W. Griffith is no longer with us, it sounds like a perfect sequel to 'The Birth of a Nation'.
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0004972/
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