In the early 1970s, the deputy leader of the British Movement was called Michael McLaughlin. (He became No1 after the then leader of the BM, Colin Jordan, was caught stealing women's underwear from a branch of Tesco's. But that's another story.)

Anyway, whether MM was fitted out with the set of duff and deceased brain cells which usually characterises fascists, I know not, but the daft sod put his address on some publicity material. As a result, every member of the anti-fascist left knew exactly where he lived. They also knew that his dwelling was a bungalow on an open plan estate with immediate access to a main road.

In other words, he was a sitting target for being firebombed, or having bricks thrown through his windows, or for being carved up on his doorstep, as happened to someone I know recently. Nothing of the sort ever happened to him. This despite the fact that the British Movement had an extremely vicious para military wing, which came directly under McLaughlin's control, called Column 88.

Sorry Akenton, that's not how we operate, and that's not how we operate because the way to drive fascism into oblivion is through mass action and through exposing the public to the facts about organisations like the BNP.