New York, Fifth Avenue, December 13, 1931
The young politician exited the taxi he had taken, breathing in the chill air of the city. He looked up at the skyscrapers and great buildings that surrounded him, the city had it's own unique energy, it's own unique pulse.
But he had greater concerns and thoughts resting upon his mind. He had not been chosen for a position within the government, left only a legislator. He pondered what he would, could, do even to change his current situation.
But enough time to deal with that, he thought. As he stepped off the curb of the sidewalk, he fell forward the slightest bit, into the path of a car. The slip caused his head to take the brunt of the blow.
Winston Churchill was dead within three days.
London, United Kingdom, January of 1932
At a Political Rally;
"Brother Blackshirts, my comrades in struggle:
Our fight is for the soul, and in that battle we go forward together till victory be won. Our struggle is hard, because we are fighting for something great, and great things are not lightly or easily gained. We are fighting for nothing less than a revolution in the spirit of our people. We must be worthy of our mission, for blackshirts are those who are summoned to lead the people to a new and a higher civilization.
Constancy, loyalty to cause and comrades, manhood and stability of nature. These are the qualities of the true Britain and the true revolutionary. In our movement that great character of the British has been reborn. And for that reason we carry within us the destiny of Britain. We care not whether we win tomorrow morning or at the end of a lifetime of labour and of struggle. For to us the little calculations of the little men mean nothing. All we care is that win we will because Britain demands it and no power on earth can hold down the will within us.
Because this work of the dedicated Blackshirt will win the Britain to which my whole spirit is given. Together in Britain we have lit a flame that shall not be extinguished. Guard that sacred flame my brother Blackshirts until it illumines Britain and lights again the path of mankind."
Oswald Mosley, to the sound of thunderous applause of thousands exited the stage, and began to plan for the future....
The young politician exited the taxi he had taken, breathing in the chill air of the city. He looked up at the skyscrapers and great buildings that surrounded him, the city had it's own unique energy, it's own unique pulse.
But he had greater concerns and thoughts resting upon his mind. He had not been chosen for a position within the government, left only a legislator. He pondered what he would, could, do even to change his current situation.
But enough time to deal with that, he thought. As he stepped off the curb of the sidewalk, he fell forward the slightest bit, into the path of a car. The slip caused his head to take the brunt of the blow.
Winston Churchill was dead within three days.
London, United Kingdom, January of 1932
At a Political Rally;
"Brother Blackshirts, my comrades in struggle:
Our fight is for the soul, and in that battle we go forward together till victory be won. Our struggle is hard, because we are fighting for something great, and great things are not lightly or easily gained. We are fighting for nothing less than a revolution in the spirit of our people. We must be worthy of our mission, for blackshirts are those who are summoned to lead the people to a new and a higher civilization.
Constancy, loyalty to cause and comrades, manhood and stability of nature. These are the qualities of the true Britain and the true revolutionary. In our movement that great character of the British has been reborn. And for that reason we carry within us the destiny of Britain. We care not whether we win tomorrow morning or at the end of a lifetime of labour and of struggle. For to us the little calculations of the little men mean nothing. All we care is that win we will because Britain demands it and no power on earth can hold down the will within us.
Because this work of the dedicated Blackshirt will win the Britain to which my whole spirit is given. Together in Britain we have lit a flame that shall not be extinguished. Guard that sacred flame my brother Blackshirts until it illumines Britain and lights again the path of mankind."
Oswald Mosley, to the sound of thunderous applause of thousands exited the stage, and began to plan for the future....
