Source: Front Page Mag, November 21, 2018

Our final stand for the West.

Editor’s note: Below are the video and transcript of remarks given by Katie Hopkins at the David Horowitz Freedom Center’s 2018 Restoration Weekend. The event was held Nov. 15th-18th at the Breakers Hotel in Palm Beach, Florida.


Well friends, it’s great to be back with you at Restoration Weekend. And what a year it has been. It’s been emotional.

My name is Katie Hopkins, or Milos’ mum. I am a straight white Christian Conservative, and a married mother of 3 kids under 15. Unlike my Muslim friends who have 15 kids under 3.

I am kidding… I don’t have Muslim friends.

All their kids are called Mohammed. Or just, for the variation, Muhammad. Call Mohammed in a school playground in the UK and 450 kids come running. Most of them not that attractive. We are not adding to the gene pool, people.

In this last year I have lost two jobs, been forced out of my family home, been banned from state schools in both Wales and Scotland, and lost my right of entry to South Africa.

I would add my lost dignity to that list but, frankly, that went missing a very long time ago … as any of my former husbands will attest. You can tell by the way I walk.

Dignity is highly over-rated, as Meghan Markle shows us on a daily basis, walking about with the price tag dangling from her clothes, pregnant faster than a Mexican migrant seeking asylum at the Rio Grande.

My job is to find the truths not being told, wherever they may be. In no-go zones in Sweden or migrant camps in France, inside Dearborn’s mosque, with the homeless in Detroit, inside Palestine, beside the black gangs of South Africa or in the dirtier parts of San Fran.

And make no mistake: we are at war. Our civilisation is under attack. There are three prongs to this offensive by the globalists.

First up: destroy the family and societal norms.

Say marriage is old-fashioned.

Say we won’t make Father’s Day cards in school because we don’t want to upset half the class who don’t have fathers.

Say it takes a village to raise a child and ignore the fact that the product of that village is an idiot.

Say men can be women, and make being trans a movement.

For the uninitiated, the trans-movement is in fact a euphemism, a word-play designed to make the shared beliefs of the mentally unstable sound like a shipping company that’s going places.

UPS. DHL. The Trans Movement.

The trans movement is no such thing. It is a perversion of our very selves.

It states that biological sex and gender are two different things. That gender is a linear scale of masculinity and femininity and we all identify with the gender that we feel.

Hence we must respect the fact that David is now Daniela, because that’s who he felt like when he woke up this morning scratching his testicles, trying to coax his morning glory into a lace-fronted thong.

This perversion is drummed into our kids at school and lauded in our colleges. Any hint of disapproval is now a hate crime in the UK.

In the UK we now have men who identify as women in female prisons such as Her Majesty’s Prison New Hall in Yorkshire.

Recently a male rapist decided he now identified as a woman and was transferred to a women’s jail. And what do you think happened next?

Allow me to quote:

“The alleged victim said the recently arrived prisoner stood close to her and touched her arm while her erect penis was sticking out from the top of her trousers.”

Her penis? My arse.

Where did I leave my penis this morning? I can’t find it for the life of me. I’ve looked everywhere.

The Girl Guides just announced that boys who identify as girls can go on camp, sharing showers and tents with our daughters.

I used to be a Girl Guide. I hated it. My mother made me go because she thought it would make me a better person. It failed, clearly. It made me hate fat women who are scared of deodorant and dress in blue.

But I can tell you this. As a Girl Guider, if I had ever seen a little chipolata in the shower with me, I would have sewn a goddamn Cake-Baking badge onto it with a blunt needle.

A Dutch pensioner has started a legal battle to change his age and boost his dating prospects. Emile, aged 69, wants to shift his birthday from 1949 to 1969. He says this is no different to identifying as transgender.

He says: “You can change your name. You can change your gender. Why not your age?”

He says it will improve his employment chances and his success rate on the dating app, Tinder.

“When I’m on Tinder and say I’m 69, I don’t get an answer. When I’m 49, with the face I have, I will be in a luxurious position.”

Mate, if I get on Tinder with the face I have at 43 I would scare straight men gay.

Second up on the list of the globalists’ offensives: strip countries of any sense of place or belonging.

Western Europe has led the way in destroying the entire fabric of the places we used to call home. The elderly feel isolated and nobody feels like they belong. Stop someone on the streets of the UK and ask what they think British values are, and they’ll give you the West Palm Beach Country Club 50-yard stare.

In the UK the combined population of all ethnic minority groups will exceed the population of white British in less than 40 years.

In Londonistan, white Brits are already a minority: 1 in 3 people living in London were born overseas.

Whites are a minority in many of our other major cities too: Leicester, Luton and Birmingham – all, as Donald would say, ‘shit-hole cities’. We have a Muslim Police Association, Muslim Housing Association and Muslim schools to facilitate their needs.

These densely packed populations, living in isolation from British culture, have a very important role to play in the fall of our sense of country and place. They vote according to their religion.

Look at the power wielded by Sadiq Khan, London’s nipple-height Muslim mayor. He’s about as useful as tits on a nun but secure in his position because of his religion and the high density Muslim population in the boroughs of London, who are well rewarded for their political loyalty: he threw them an Eid Party all to themselves in the heart of London, in Trafalgar Square.

I went of course. Just to spoil their fun.

Once you tell this crowd Allah wants you to vote for Omar, succession is all but guaranteed.

I watched Ilhan Omar win Minnesota’s fifth congressional district with a heavy heart.

The first Muslim women to serve in the US Congress. REPLACING the first Muslim man to serve in Congress, Keith Ellison.

Power is passed from Muslim to Muslim regardless of their policies, a guaranteed tenure, insulated against competition because religion is everything to these people.

Rashida Tlaib won Michigan’s 13th congressional district for precisely the same reason. Rashida was born in Detroit, Michigan, to working-class Palestinian immigrants. And whose flag do you think she waved as her victory was announced?

Why do we still act surprised that anti-Semitism is being hard-wired into our society?

Belgium is the end point of all this. Belgium. No one wants to be Belgium. Not even Belgium wants to be Belgium. 60% of Belgians wish they’d been born somewhere else.

They are even further down the road to the fiery pit of hell than the UK. They have an actual political party called the Islam Party which had two elected representatives in 2012 and fielded 28 candidates in 2018.

Their policies are segregated transport, mandatory headscarves for women and halal-only food.

Inside Belgium is the municipality of Molenbeek, the so-called Jihadi Capital of Europe.

It’s only 3 square miles (or two laps of the Breakers). And it is home to less than 100,000 people, mostly called Mohammed. And yet it has 22 mosques.

As the Belgian prime minister rightly pointed out: “Almost every time there is a terrorist attack, there is a link with Molenbeek.”

  • the November 2015 Paris attacks
  • the bombings at Brussels airport and the city’s Metro station
  • the weapons used in the Charlie Hebdo attack
  • the Jihadi attack on the Amsterdam-to-Paris high-speed train.

All linked to Molenbeek.

So it was only natural I should go to the Jihadi Capital of Europe find out what the hell was going on.

I tracked down the Mayor of the city. A female. A non-Muslim. But because she depends on Muslim votes, she deliberately looks the other way, refuses to act on wrongdoings.

Pretends not to see the unregistered mosques in plain sight.

Is blind to the garages where you can watch drugs and weapons arrive and disappear.

Refuses to hear reports of a new Iranian Mosque by the river that funnels black money to jihadis to promote endeavours of the Islamic State. I watched that mosque in operation.

In October 2015 this Mayor was given a list of 80 ISIS terrorists planning an attack from her town. She was even given their addresses. She was told a massive attack in Europe was imminent.

One month later 130 people were slaughtered in the streets of Paris. 90 at the Bataclan concert hall alone. And the main perpetrator of that attack came back to Molenbeek to be hidden by a community of Muslims who celebrated his endeavours, and progressives who didn’t want to be the ones to tell the police.

I have an Emeritus Professor on tape telling me he didn’t want to admit he knew the man behind the Bataclan killings because he didn’t want to destroy his institution’s relationship with the community and their access to European funding.

I said to Molenbeek’s Mayor, Françoise Schleppman: “You knew, you knew and you could have stopped them, you knew and you did nothing. Nothing.”

She said: “It’s not my job.”

I wept with rage right there on the street.

And this is what happens when you have political power and you need the votes of Muslims who hate your culture, and who seek to destroy the country you know, and whose true ambition is the Islamic takeover of your country.

These so-called leaders are complicit in our fall.

My report from Molenbeek was featured on Fox News, and in retaliation the Mayor said she was suing me for defamation. She said I defamed the Jihadi Capital of Europe. Which is a bit like trying to defame Brenda Snipes: pretty damned hard.

Third up on the list of the globalists’ offensives: screw with democracy.

As if it weren’t enough to mess with the family unit and flood a country with foreigners, our democracy is also under attack.

We are losing faith in democracy and in the social contract whereby we submit to the authority of a leader (or to the decision of a majority) in exchange for the protection of our remaining freedoms’ rights.

According to Rousseau: “Fail to deliver the will of the people, and citizens can withdraw their obligation to obey, or change the leadership through elections or other means including, when necessary, violence.”

In Britain it’s been brutal.

Give people a referendum on the EU, tell them to vote Leave or Remain, and send a leaflet to every home in the country clearly stating the government will implement whatever you decide.

And then don’t. Spend two long years launching every attack dog the Establishment has in its armoury at the Brexiteers, then produce a deal that sucks harder than Nancy Pelosi without her dentures so it is rejected, and make all roads lead back to Remain.

Close to 18 million people in Britain voted for Brexit. Nearly a third of the electorate are now being told that their vote didn’t count. That we should vote again, because we got the answer wrong.

It is a sad truth that Brexit will never happen.

Or here in America, count a vote. But then create a reason to count it again. Or find some more votes, or say the machines broke down, and have someone retract their concession speech, just to really mess with voters’ minds.

Nearly 3,000 votes disappeared during the machine recount of Florida’s midterms races.

I understand … it happens with my kids’ socks in our washing machine.

An in Arizona my spider-senses tell me it was a dubious win at best for bi-sexual Kyrsten Sinema. I guess in a swing state it’s just great to sexually swing either way.

Your Republican candidate gave her concession speech while hugging her golden retriever, so people would say she’s a nice person.

One minute you’re a fighter pilot, the next you’re some wet weekend from the Hallmark Channel pet-rescue show.

McSally. Who wants to be nice? I had a teacher, a nun, who taught me nice was not a word. A none-word. A meaningless thing.

I may have taken that piece of advice a bit too far… Mind you, she’s the one who also strapped my left arm behind my back because good Catholics are always right-handed, so maybe she wasn’t that nice after all.

So, three offensives: the destruction of the family unit, the ruination of a country’s identity, the violation of our faith in democracy. The result is that we are left wondering what the hell we can put our faith in.

The furthest down this path are the South Africans.

I spent three weeks in country with white farmers in South Africa. They are being systematically cleansed from the land. I travelled to sit with and try to understand the families of victims and survivors of the relentless attacks by black gangs. I lived on the farms of future victims – just as I promised you I would right here one year ago almost to the day – sharing their fears about the monsters that come in the night.

The last days of the whites in South Africa are upon us. A serving police officer told me it will all be over in two years.

My new farming friends, big bold Boers whose grandfathers turned the bushveld into fertile land now covered in trees dripping macadamias and avocados, are preparing to make one last stand.

They are strapping in for the final fight. Preparing for their new battle of the River of Blood. And they say they will die in their boots and spill their blood for the land. Because they will not leave the place of their fathers.

I saw with one farmer, Bernard, on his stoop, overlooking his little farm, where his father was beaten to death by the gangs, his wife was strung up with wire and his little son was shot at. He tells me he still believes in two things: in God and in the land. Because those two things will never let you down.

And you know, perversely, it is in the face of this tragedy of biblical proportions that we too can find comfort and hope.

Comfort in their enduring faith, despite the callousness of mankind.

And hope in their determination to retreat to a defensible space and fight on for their land.

I think they are a glimpse into our future. Like them, we will build more walls. Not to keep people out, but to keep those we love safe inside.

We will pull back, close in with our family in the broadest sense, to a space we can defend. Defensible space.

For many of my Jewish friends this land is Israel.

For the Christians of Western Europe, I believe we will move east. To Poland. And to Hungary. Countries where they know what it means to be invaded and to lose everything, and are proud defenders of our Christian culture.

Right here at Restoration we are joined as a family, setting out the space we are fighting to defend.

And it is a family that extends to the supporters of Bolsonaro in Brazil, to Salvini in Italy, to the AFD who helped overthrow Merkel in Germany, to Orbán in Hungary, the Law and Order Party in Poland and the true French patriots led by Marine Le Pen.

We are united in our fight for freedom and our determination to keep the people we love safe.

We commit to three things:

  1. We will fight for the traditional family unit. I will never identify as Keith. But I will strive to have the cajones of ten men.
  2. We will fight for our country. I am a nationalist. And I am proud to be one.
  3. And we will fight to protect democracy. Because a vote is a voice for the people who really deserve a say.

Our South African brothers and sisters are leading the way, readying themselves to make One Last Stand.

Together with can do this. We promise that we, too, will keep the faith, in God, and in the land.

Thank you very much.