What follows is an account of the anti-Jewish pogrom that occurred in Manchester, Leeds and Liverpool in August 1947. At the time, Britain still occupied Palestine and Jewish terrorists fought to replace the British colonizers.

This is despite the British armed forces having recently fought National Socialist Germany in a war that 1) was fought for international Jewish interests and 2) and had welcomed ousted German Jews since the early 1930s.

During the Zionist vs. British conflict for control of Palestine, two British army sergeants were captured by Jewish terrorists. In reprisal for Britain’s hanging of captured Jewish assassins, the two British servicemen were lynched

In Britain, outrage and a great uproar followed. There were pogroms against Jewish communities in Leeds, Liverpool and Manchester.

The text is from a book, Jerusalem Your Name is Liberty, by Walter Lever. Lever had been a member of the British Communist Party until the Stalin-Hitler pact of August 1939.

The two innocent British sergeants picked at random had injured no one. But they wore the uniforms of what the Jews regarded as a hostile police force. That was enough to cause their cold-blooded murder as a reprisal.

‘However, the newspapers were not interested in balancing rights and wrongs. It was August bank holiday weekend when I returned to Manchester; sultry, oppressive weather for city dwellers. Trade was bad, and many workers were laid off.

‘On Sunday there was nothing to do but walk the streets and stand at the corners discussing the latest news. This week all the Sunday papers carried the story of the hanged sergeants in bold letters and photographs across the front page, its details taking precedence over the week’s murders and rapes.

‘In the evening the pubs opened but closed early on account of a beer shortage. At the street corners, the crowds grew thicker. Someone here and someone there thought it would be a good idea to show the Jews what real Englishmen thought of them. The idea caught on, and a mob moved towards Manchester’s Cheetham Hill, the old Jewish quarter.

‘They found stones and brickbats, and flung them at shop windows and private houses, at synagogues and club rooms. A Jewish wedding was being celebrated at the Assembly Hall; some thousands surrounded the entrance yelling threats and abuse at those inside and besieging the building until one in the morning.

‘Next day Cheetham Hill Road looked much as it had looked seven years before, when the German bombers had pounded the city for twelve hours.

‘All premises belonging to Jews for the length of a mile down the street had gaping windows and the pavements were littered with glass.

‘The press reported riots on an even bigger scale in Liverpool, and minor disturbances elsewhere. That night the crowds again advanced on Cheetham Hill; but this time the local police had been instructed to act firmly and the proceedings stopped after a few arrests had been made.

‘For the rest of the week, one overheard behind one in the bus, over one’s shoulder at the next café table, a row ahead in the cinema, whispering anecdotes and muttered abuse relating to the events of the Sunday night.

‘It was September, and the weather was breaking up; already there were cold blasts and sullen skies, precursors of another winter. This time, however, we would not experience it. In the middle of the month, our last day in England arrived; appropriately enough, on the Jewish New Year.

‘We stood in the half-empty house that was no longer ours, amid the already sold furniture. Our suitcases were packed and our passports were endorsed. All afternoon and evening friends and acquaintances came and went, making their farewells.’

EUROPE RENAISSANCE receives just $200 in donations each month. The only other charitable contributor is the editor, a pensioner who works for $1 an hour. His books are published by pirates who don’t pay him a cent. There is nothing he can do about it – and they know it. This is why the worthless right won’t get anywhere. ~ Sincerely Michael Walsh keyboardcosmetics@gmail.com