Good evening, London.
Allow me first to apologize for this interruption. I do, like many of you,
appreciate the comforts of the everyday routine, the security of the
familiar, the tranquility of repetition. I enjoy them as much as any
bloke. But in the spirit of commemoration - whereby those important events
of the past, usually associated with someone's death or the end of some
awful bloody struggle, are celebrated with a nice holiday - I thought we
could mark this November the fifth, a day that is sadly no longer
remembered, by taking some time out of our daily lives to sit down and
have a little chat.
There are, of course,
those who do not want us to speak. I suspect even now orders are being
shouted into telephones and men with guns will soon be on their way. Why?
Because while the truncheon may be used in lieu of conversation, words
will always retain their power. Words offer the means to meaning and for
those who will listen, the enunciation of truth. And the truth is, there
is something terribly wrong with this country, isn't there?
Cruelty and injustice,
intolerance and oppression. And where once you had the freedom to object,
to think and speak as you saw fit, you now have censors and systems of
surveillance, coercing your conformity and soliciting your submission. How
did this happen? Who's to blame? Well certainly there are those who are
more responsible than others, and they will be held accountable. But
again, truth be told...if you're looking for the guilty, you need only
look into a mirror.
I know why you did it. I
know you were afraid. Who wouldn't be? War. Terror. Disease. There were a
myriad of problems which conspired to corrupt your reason and rob you of
your common sense. Fear got the best of you and in your panic, you turned
to the now High Chancellor Adam Sutler. He promised you order. He promised
you peace. And all he demanded in return was your silent, obedient
consent.
Last night, I sought to
end that silence. Last night, I destroyed the Old Bailey to remind this
country of what it has forgotten. More than four hundred years ago, a
great citizen wished to embed the fifth of November forever in our memory.
His hope was to remind the world that fairness, justice and freedom are
more than words - they are perspectives. So if you've seen nothing, if the
crimes of this government remain unknown to you, then I would suggest that
you allow the fifth of November to pass unmarked. But if you see what I
see, if you feel as I feel, and if you would seek as I seek...then I ask
you to stand beside me, one year from tonight, outside the gates of
Parliament. And together, we shall give them a fifth of November that
shall never, ever, be forgot!