The Grilling of Griffin.

Earlier this evening I would have sided with the protesters storming the gates of BBC centre in London, I would have happily yelled abuse at Nick Griffin as he sauntered oh so smugly, in his usual slimy fashion, across the forecourt, and I would have applauded the girls shown on the news being dragged kicking and screaming from the entrance hall. I didn't think the BNP should be given the time of day- freedom of speech is a pillar of our modern democracy, and should remain so- but I questioned the decision to play into the hands of this fascist, he doesn't seem to have any trouble getting his voice heard in numerous dodgy youtube videos.

However, having watched him nervously scribbling throughout the program, squirming and laughing nervously, licking his lips so as to make yet another bamboozled half-arsed response, I am very glad that the BBC did air Question Time tonight. As soon as the program began it was clear that Nick, or 'Dick Griffin' as one man jibed, was in for a real roasting by not only the other panelists, but also the audience. It was like watching a little schoolyard bully, deprived of all his oafish servants, left alone to face the retaliation of his victims. The program exposed him as the idiot, the liar, the fascist that he really is. He does not understand the meaning of the word genocide, he calls the KKK mainly non violent and he refers to an 'indigenous' people of the U.K as if there ever was one. Since time immemorial this island has been a melting pot of different cultures, whether by conquest or migration.

When the BNP won seats in the European Parliament I felt ashamed to be British. I felt that I was living in a nation which was becoming increasingly degenerate and xenophobic and I questioned the fitness of my parents' generation to stop the rise of a fascist party. Tonight I've seen that most people out there feel exactly the same as I do. I could feel a massive collective grin spread over the nation as he was publicly humiliated.