Fighter for English-Only Richard Barrett It is with great sadness that the death of Lady Jane Birdwood is marked. As Chris Jackson of the British National Party put it, "She put to shame some of our youngest members." Lady Jane, as she was affectionately known, succumbed to cancer in July, 2000 at 87. Her funeral service was held at the church in Chiswick, London. "Her passing is deeply felt," said Jackson, who hailed Lady Jane as a heroine, who had fought off -- singlehandedly -- no less than three attempts by Negroes to mug her on the streets of London. I visited her at her humble London apartment and, as an American, was prepared to find a member of the "aristocracy" residing in posh surroundings. But, not at all. There were no guards, security force or, even, butlers. Plain, austere, but with a certain sedateness, her room showed a touch of "class" and fastidiousness, but without pretension. She was not a woman of means, but her ardor was her singular treasure trove. Lady Jane received me as though I were some visiting royalty. She was gracious and eloquent, explaining the thesis of her publication, Choice, which was no small undertaking for an octogenarian -- by herself -- to grind out, never skipping an issue.
Choice meant that the English People do have an alternative to the inundation of their country by foreigners and "asylum-seekers." Her choice, obviously, was for the blood, heritage and soul of the British People, which once ruled the civilized world, to prevail. Lady Jane endeavored to rekindle the spirit and carry on the lineage which had served her land so well and which, as she noted, had bestowed such promise and opportunity upon America. It so happened that 500 years earlier, the King had issued a decree expelling the Jews from England. Lady Jane had adroitly discovered that the edict had never been repealed, so, she embarked upon a one-woman campaign to enforce the law. She picketed, inveighed, button-holed, shouted and petitioned. She made herself a "royal pain" to the communists and multi-culturalists who, in vain, tried to ignore her and then to scotch her. I was amazed at the faculties of her mind, the lightning flashes of wisdom she could hurl, at will, in defense of her cause. And, as even her detractors had to admit, her arguments were unassailable. She embarrassed the Prime Minister, energized Nationalists and stirred up patriots of every age and stripe.
Papers presented
She presented me with some of her papers, as a gift, which encouraged me to build tighter bonds of blood and friendship across the Atlantic. To her memory, it is a worthy goal to make Anglo-American unity and victory truly a reality. She was a petite woman, but with a strength which was apparent, far beyond her limbs. After returning to America, I smiled approvingly reading in news accounts of how she had stood up at a public meeting, interrupted the ceremonies, shouted down those she branded as "corrupt" government officials and demanded that the English-Only Policy be enforced. She was carried, struggling, out of the meeting, by police, but was cheered by the English commoners. How could they keep this marvelous and loquacious woman in jail? They could not. Fine her? Oh, no, because when she could not pay they would have to keep this pop-star-of-the-right in jail and that would only focus more attention upon her and her stand. So, they turned her loose, time and time again, on "probation," which she adeptly scorned, showing up, once again, and again, for her next poignant protest. What drove this miraculous woman? Certainly not a lust for comfort, title or riches, as Princess Di. Not a quest for power, position or nobility, as Margaret Thatcher.
Lady Jane simply had a vision of an all-English England. Just as I have caught a glimpse of an all-American America. It was as though two searchlights had come together. One from Learned and one from London, forming a brighter beam, a more beckoning lighthouse. Those who have marked Andrew Jackson as a "Man of the People" surely cannot help but ascribe to Lady Jane the title of "Woman of the People." For the two shared the same traits: selflessness, devotion, humanity and the common touch. Lady Jane had been assaulted by minority thugs on the streets around her own home, but she somehow spryly bested her loutish attackers. Anyone who doubted that she was, in every way, better than her foes had only observe how she acquitted herself, every bit the modern version of Elizabeth I. Sheer gall was her sword, courage her armor and patriotism her shield. But she was no mannish woman. No "feminist" was she. Every bit a true lady, she unabashedly called herself a Nationalist, even before it became more commonplace to use the term. She could speak volumes about English motherhood and those other incomparable institutions, the "British Breakfast" and kidney pie. As we sat there enjoying her company and wisdom, I looked around at a clerk, an unemployed factory worker, an author, a cab driver and myself. This was no "royal" assemblage, but in a sense, perhaps, it was. To Lady Jane, "royalty" was Anglo-Saxon lineage, not "royal blood."
Perhaps it was "heresy" for her to say so, and, indeed, many would have delighted in burning her at the stake. But, reformer she was and reformer she remains, in the annals of history. One could be, in her mind, the "nobility" of Britain by simply being a patriot, a modern-day member of Robin Hood's Band of Merry Men. I told her that the following day I would be laying a wreath at the Cenotaph, England's war memorial. She sighed and gave her approval. I could tell that she had seen so many go off to war and knew, herself, with heavy heart, so many of the fallen. She did not speak the words, but I could see in her bright eyes, "Carry on, for the Christian West." These were the same words spoken by Ed Coey at the funeral for his brother, John Alan Coey. Lady Patricia Malvern, a cohort of Lady Jane, had, at her own expense and at risk of her own life, transported Coey's body back home to America after the youth was killed by communists while fighting -- as a volunteer -- for freedom in Rhodesia. Francis Drake, Walter Raleigh, Enoch Powell, Albert Marriner, Lady Jane Birdwood. These would be the faces on an English "Mount Rushmore." I feel so honored and humble to have been touched by the life, works and vision of Britain's counterpart to Molly Pitcher. To Chris Jackson and her people, she will always be "legendary." To her compatriots, she will always be Lady Jane. To me, she will always also be that lily of the valley, that bright and shining star.
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THE BIRDWOOD TAPES
THREE INTERVIEWS WITH
LADY JANE BIRDWOOD (1913-2000) by Alexander Baron.