A mannerly message to the organiser of the planned march in Wootton Bassett, Anjem Choudary, suggesting that he reconsider the idea.
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Dear Anjem Choudary,
So you’ve been writing open letters – I write them aswell; but I’m polite and don’t threaten the fires of Hell. So save your sermon for others, not a person that’s just lost a serviceman they loved lots. My brother lost a good buddy, Robbie. You won’t convert his mother, you’ll just turn public opinion to thinking you’re a worthless bugger. What on earth are you going to achieve in grieving the recently bereaved? It seems pretty mean to me.
It’s a useless tactic using Wootton Bassett, and with such a blunder, no wonder you’re viewed as a fanatic. I hate to be rude but the fact’s clear and loud to me: you could use some class, Mr. Choudary. How many people do you think you’re going to convert, when recently you’ve seemed to be a bit of a berk?
Most of these are just kids, they’re not the warmongers, the decisions are made by politicians, they should face your criticism. There’s better ways to raise awareness of Muslims’ plights, like look at Lowkey, he’s doing something right. He self-released a song for Palestine and Gaza, and now the track’s reached number one in the Amazon charts, and people are listening, taking it on board; and not retaliating with hateful scrawls on Facebook walls.
It takes some balls to spread a polemic message, but it takes brains to ensure everyone gets it. I want to see these countries free from military and killing; I want to see stability – so if your protest goes ahead, I hope there’s no stress, but don’t be surprised that in the people’s eyes you’re hopeless.