They stole my beautiful child
Ben Dover | 12.01.2005 15:34 | Anti-racism | London
The former lover of BNP leader Nick Griffin's daughter has spoken about life with the Griffin family.
John on the uniform Nock made him wear
John is in his early twenties and fidgets a lot. He refuses to sit in front of his living room window because he fears people he can only refer to as "them" are going to "get" him.
His Mother is too scared to leave the house, convinced by her son that sinister, evil forces are about to attack the family.
John lives in a comfortable middle class suburb near Brighton, Sussex with his mother and sister. His sister is in the process of moving away from the family home, too scraed to stay in doors, partly based on what she knows to be fact, partly based on her brother's tortured paranoia.
Until last Christmas, John was a popular member of his local branch of the BNP, a racist party led by Nick Griffin, the father of his former girl friend, Jennifer.
Then, suddenly at the Griffin's farmhouse in Wales on Boxing Day he was removed by Griffin and other men unknown from the families large farming property and threatend with violence should he return or attempt to have any contact with Jennifer.
"We were in bed on Boxing Day morning with Jen's mum, drinking tea and reading some literature, when Nick burst into the room angrily.
He was holding a small tool in his hand and ranting and raving about his two pet pigs having been 'queered up'.
At first I thought it was a joke, but he came at me telling his wife and daughter to hold me down while he checked my private parts for seaman similar to that he smelled on the pigs. Eventually, he licked my winkl;e and claimed the seaman was the same as that of his former lover, Martin Webster, and I was thrown out of the house and threatened."
Back in Brighton, John no longers sees much sense in carrying o with his pathetic life.
"I had a lovely time with the Griffin's. I particularly remember playing darts with Jennifer. She said it was the only thing that had had more pricks in it than she had."
All John can do now is wear his BNP uniform and rus the day he put his willy in either Nick or Jennifer. But he does remember it with some fondness.
"Nick was very experienced." he sighs.
His Mother is too scared to leave the house, convinced by her son that sinister, evil forces are about to attack the family.
John lives in a comfortable middle class suburb near Brighton, Sussex with his mother and sister. His sister is in the process of moving away from the family home, too scraed to stay in doors, partly based on what she knows to be fact, partly based on her brother's tortured paranoia.
Until last Christmas, John was a popular member of his local branch of the BNP, a racist party led by Nick Griffin, the father of his former girl friend, Jennifer.
Then, suddenly at the Griffin's farmhouse in Wales on Boxing Day he was removed by Griffin and other men unknown from the families large farming property and threatend with violence should he return or attempt to have any contact with Jennifer.
"We were in bed on Boxing Day morning with Jen's mum, drinking tea and reading some literature, when Nick burst into the room angrily.
He was holding a small tool in his hand and ranting and raving about his two pet pigs having been 'queered up'.
At first I thought it was a joke, but he came at me telling his wife and daughter to hold me down while he checked my private parts for seaman similar to that he smelled on the pigs. Eventually, he licked my winkl;e and claimed the seaman was the same as that of his former lover, Martin Webster, and I was thrown out of the house and threatened."
Back in Brighton, John no longers sees much sense in carrying o with his pathetic life.
"I had a lovely time with the Griffin's. I particularly remember playing darts with Jennifer. She said it was the only thing that had had more pricks in it than she had."
All John can do now is wear his BNP uniform and rus the day he put his willy in either Nick or Jennifer. But he does remember it with some fondness.
"Nick was very experienced." he sighs.
Ben Dover