Anna Marie Kenward

Two young men. Both bled out saying they couldn't breathe. One became a global cause. The other, our own, the Prime Minister won't even name. A court has now heard how Henry Nowak, eighteen years old, lay bleeding on a Southampton street telling officers he couldn't breathe. And the police handcuffed him. From the man who runs this country, nothing. Not the words. Not even the name. Listen to him on George Floyd. The weight in every syllable. The pause before the hard words. He took the knee. He spoke of a stranger's last breath like it had followed him home. This week he found the words again. A mosque shooting in San Diego, an ocean away. Thoughts with the victims. A warning that Muslims here would feel afraid. And he should speak on all of it. A life is a life. That's exactly the point. So where was that voice for the boy who died on our own pavement? One death got a Prime Minister. The other got silence. Henry's name didn't break through because Westminster carried it. It broke through on X. It took the richest man on earth, Elon Musk, naming the same double standard the rest of us could see, before the world looked. One of his posts alone passed forty nine million views. The story climbed because ordinary people refused to let it die quietly, while the broadcasters who once ran George Floyd around the clock barely cleared their throats. Think about that. A teenager dies on British soil and it takes an American billionaire to make his own Prime Minister's silence impossible to ignore. His compassion has a postcode. It turns up when the cameras get there first, when the hashtag's already running, when the world has already decided which death we're allowed to grieve. I don't doubt he can feel it. I doubt the choosing. Outrage on a timer. On when it's filmed. Off when it isn't. So listen to him again. Then ask the only question that counts. Not whether he can find the words for Henry. Whether he'd ever find them for you.

Heartbreaking and deeply disturbing details are continuing to emerge during the trial of Vickrum Digwa, the man accused of murdering Polish-British student Henry Nowak. Jurors have now been shown mobile phone footage of the confrontation that ended with a young man losing his life. Digwa told the court he was carrying a 21cm kirpan a Sikh ceremonial blade worn around his neck and claimed he feared Henry would use it against him. “I thought I had to do something because I was afraid that he was going to stab me with my own kirpan,” he said. But the court also heard that Henry Nowak was trying to escape. According to the evidence presented, Henry attempted to flee for his life, climbing over a fence while Digwa was allegedly still stabbing him. One of the most shocking details heard by the jury is that police initially handcuffed Henry as he lay on the ground bleeding out, after Digwa reportedly claimed Henry was the aggressor and had made racist remarks. The court also heard allegations that Digwa’s mother, Kiran Kaur, 53, removed the kirpan from the scene after the stabbing. She denies assisting an offender. At the centre of all this is a young man who never came home. A son. A friend. A life gone forever. And every new detail emerging from this case is leaving people across the country horrified and heartbroken. Imagine Henry’s family hearing that he was allegedly restrained while fighting for his life. Heartbreaking beyond words. Cases like this destroy public trust because people feel catastrophic mistakes are never properly acknowledged and this is why the police should be investigated and held to account for there massive failings and incompetence in Henry’s brutal murder, that’s not anti-police it’s about making sure every emergency response is fair, competent and focused on saving lives and that clearly didn’t happen in Henry’s case.

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.@MayorofLondon @metpoliceuk @ukhomeoffice @Keir_Starmer I expect a statement from all about this arson attack (one of many) on Christians. There could have been families and children in that church or at the very least individuals preparing for a service. This is a blatant attack on native Christians and our very own culture, on our very own lands. Christians across the nation must feel extremely unsafe & petrified that this is happening on our doorstep! Awaiting patiently for your statements for such attacks that are taking place in our Christian country! (not abroad)… 🇬🇧🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿

The arrogance of Andy Burnham is absolutely staggering. This isn’t a man suddenly discovering a burning passion for the hardworking families of Makerfield – it’s a calculated, self-serving move to parachute himself into a safe Labour seat purely to boost his own political CV and edge closer to a future tilt at the Prime Minister’s job. Makerfield deserves far better than to be treated as nothing more than a convenient stepping stone in somebody else’s glittering career plan. Locals aren’t fools. They know when they’re being used as pawns by a career politician who’s more at home in Manchester’s glass towers than on their streets. And let’s not forget the elephant in the room: Makerfield voted around 65% to leave the European Union. Yet Burnham has already been forced into his first major U-turn after previously pushing for closer ties with Brussels. Labour simply do not listen. They’ll say whatever it takes to get elected, then flip the script the moment they think the votes are safely banked. This by-election is historic. It gives people a real chance to send a thunderous message loud and clear to the Westminster bubble: we will not be taken for granted any longer. If you live in Makerfield, or know anyone who does, urge them to vote Reform UK. A vote for Labour is a vote for more of the same broken promises, U-turns and establishment games. A vote for Reform UK is a vote for real change, genuine democracy and putting British people first at last. The political elite are treating voters with contempt yet again. Makerfield now has the perfect opportunity to prove them wrong and take back control. Enough is enough.

There was a time when every adult in Britain owned at least one woollen jumper that had been knitted by a relative. An Aran in cream báinín, smelling faintly of lanolin because the wool had never been scoured. A Fair Isle in eight muted colours from the dyer in Lerwick. A Guernsey in tight navy worsted from a port on the Channel. The yarn came off sheep grazing the same hillsides a great-grandfather had grazed sheep on. It was carded, spun, and knitted by a woman who had been doing it since she was nine. The jumper lasted twenty years. It was warm when wet. It was naturally flame-retardant and did not melt onto your skin if a spark from the galley stove landed on it, which was not a hypothetical concern on a fishing boat. The mill towns of Yorkshire and the Borders ran on this. Bradford alone had seventy-three worsted mills by 1836 and considerably more by 1900. Hebden Bridge, Halifax, Hawick, Galashiels, every river valley a chimney, every chimney a wage packet for the village around it. Most of them are flats now. Or coffee shops. Or empty. The decline started in the 1950s. By 1995 the British Wool Marketing Board had ninety-one thousand registered producers. By 2015 it had forty-six thousand. A British sheep fleece in 2026 is, in many cases, worth less than the cost of paying the shearer to remove it. Some farmers compost the wool. Some pay to have it taken away as agricultural waste. The same fleece their grandfathers had clothed the country with is being treated as a disposal problem. The jumper in your wardrobe is now polyester, manufactured in Bangladesh from petroleum, shedding microplastic fibres into the washing machine on every cycle, most of them ending up in the ocean and staying there for the next three hundred years. The sheep is still on the hillside. Still growing the fleece. Still needing the shear. Waiting for someone to remember what it was for.

Makerfield was Andy Burnham’s back up plan. For Robert Kenyon, it’s his home. This battle will be David Vs Goliath.

3 million views and rising. Let’s get this video to 4 million views. It steals the narrative away from SKY News & The BBC. Like and share!!!

🇬🇧 ENRAGING - BRIT STABBED BY THE SIKH COURT VIDEO BITS: Mr Nowak can be heard saying “can’t breathe.” Police put handcuffs on Mr Nowak, who was lying on his side, telling officers he had been stabbed and that he could not breathe. The officer told Mr Nowak that he was under arrest for suspicion of assault. Mr Nowak repeated that he had been stabbed. A male voice said: “I don’t think you have, mate.” -> He drowned in own blood, as his lungs filled with blood … and died while the cops handcuffed him for racism.

Court footage reportedly captured Henry Nowak’s final moments after he was stabbed. Lying on the pavement struggling for breath, Mr Nowak could be heard saying: “I can’t breathe.” He repeatedly told police he had been stabbed and was desperately trying to explain that something was seriously wrong. But instead of immediately treating him as a victim in critical condition, an officer told him he was under arrest on suspicion of assault. “I’ve been stabbed,” he said again. A male voice then allegedly replied: “I don’t think you have, mate.” Henry Nowak later died after his lungs filled with blood and he effectively drowned in his own blood while handcuffed on the ground. The footage is genuinely disturbing. Yet our Government and Keir Starmer refuse to even recognise this awful murder or mention Henry Nowak’s name. SHAMEFUL!

@jodiewo70620746 @CatharineHoey What race? I never mentioned any races. People are just people whatever they believe, whatever they look like.

@CatharineHoey @annamkenward You can’t spew race hate under the free speech label

Nothing illegal in this video so will retweet it to stand up for Free Speech !

🚨 GMP ARRESTS MAN FOR POSTING A BACON SANDWICH! British police have gone full dhimmi. A man just got charged under Section 5 Public Order Act - a “hate crime” - for posting a photo of a bacon butty online. GMP’s Hate Crime Unit claims it caused “harassment, alarm and distress” to Muslims. Yes, really. Grilled pork = Islamophobia now. Two-tier policing is dead. This is one-tier: protect the easily offended at all costs. Welcome to Britain 2026, where your breakfast is hate speech. Share this before they ban bacon memes too.

The French have just admitted that their £600 million deal with Labour “won’t change anything.” French politicians have claimed they have “no solution” to stop small boats coming to the UK. So why the HELL have they consciously accepted our money without any good faith? We’ve just handed the French money over and over again, starting with the Tories and now with Labour. We should take the French to court for the sake of the British taxpayer. We suffer corrupt, morally wicked men in positions of power.

If Burnham wins, a million low skilled migrants will be allowed to stay and get British citizenship in the next few years. And he won’t stop the boats. Instead he will put them in bedsits on your street. To pay for it all? He’ll have to hike your taxes.

I've banned European political leaders. I've banned journalists. I've banned freedom of speech advocates and cancelled their visas in the name of diversity. I've imprisoned British citizens. I’ve prosecuted our own veterans. I've denied a democratic vote to leave the EU. I've stood against the investigation into mass child rape. I’ve given jobs to sexual predators then denied any accountability or knowledge. I’ve got your farmers blood on my hands. I took cash from pensioners and women's pension funds and lied to your face. I said I prefer Davos over Westminster. I blocked the media from covering the court case involving three rentboys that set fire to my stuff. I’m demanding digital ID so it can be weaponised against you. I’m trying to remove trial by jury. I gave away British territory and made you pay for it. I am destroying the fabric of your local communities by continuing to introduce hostile men with alien ideologies. I call you all far right agitators for questioning my decisions and trying to hold the political class to account for its gross incompetence. Treacherous 🐀 Anybody voting for this anti-British, anti-business, anti-individual, totalitarian communist (and by extension the Labour Party or the Greens for that matter) needs to wake up rapid. The next general election is massive. We need to get these ultra-woke and British hating parasites out of every institution.

BREAKING: Poland just told the EU to go to hell. President Nawrocki vetoed the Digital Services Act. "The state is supposed to guarantee freedom. Not restrict it." The EU spent years building the most sophisticated censorship machine in the Western world. One man. One veto. Destroyed. Think about what this law actually was. > Governments deciding what you can post. > Governments deciding what you can share. > Governments deciding what is true. > Governments deciding what you are allowed to think. Poland said no. While Germany complied. While France complied. While the entire EU rolled over. Poland vetoed it. - The same Poland that buys more gold than the ECB. - The same Poland that surpassed the European Central Bank in reserves. - The same Poland that has been right about everything. Is now the last wall standing between European citizens and state-controlled speech. The EU doesn't want free citizens. It wants manageable ones. Poland just reminded them what freedom actually looks like. Every European should be paying attention.

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This mom is melting hearts online after having a very serious conversation with her 2 week old baby.🥹❤️ Would you talk to your baby like this, or is baby talk unavoidable at that stage?

@Jamiemullen67 And not a mention of it on BBC News Saturday or today Sunday. Despicable!

I wasn’t there in London yesterday. My body wouldn’t allow it anymore. So I watched it from a chair at home, a war pensioner staring at a screen, watching thousands march streets I once marched in uniform. And honestly… part of me wished I was there. Just to stand amongst ordinary British people again without feeling like loving your country has somehow become something shameful. Before the march had even begun they’d already made their minds up about them. Called them divisive. Dangerous. Extremists. Yet what I saw on that screen looked nothing like the picture being painted before the rally had even begun. I saw veterans. Families carrying Union Jacks. Working people. Pensioners. Young lads singing in the streets. Ordinary faces the media stopped understanding years ago. The police barriers stretched across London, creating sterile zones through the heart of the city, yet beyond them the streets felt alive again. You could feel it even through a screen. Flags moving like waves beneath grey skies. Crowds packed beneath the shadow of Parliament. Big Ben standing over it all like Britain itself was silently watching. And amongst all the chants, speeches and noise, one moment stayed with me more than any other. The prayer. For a few seconds the shouting disappeared and something older seemed to hang in the air above London. Not politics. Not parties. Something deeper than that. That’s what people are really fighting for. The feeling that the country they grew up loving is slowly slipping away while they’re told not to notice. The strange thing was they didn’t look angry to me. They looked united. Hopeful even. Like people remembering they were not alone. And sitting there watching it all unfold, I realised something. A nation rarely dies dramatically. It fades slowly when its own people become afraid to defend it. But yesterday proved something important. The old spirit is not dead yet. Not while thousands still march beneath the flag. Not while veterans still care about this country. Not while ordinary people still refuse to give up on Britain. And watching from home, I realised I was witnessing something deeper. People trying to hold onto a country they feel slowly slipping away.