Attack in Birmingham

Last year while street preaching in Birmingham, we were assaulted by a migrant.

We had barely begun to speak when he came out of nowhere. Screaming like a mad man, he ripped my phone from its tripod, smashing it to the ground with such force it buckled, he pulled over the amp and destroyed the microphone.

A fellow believer held the man while I called 999.

It wasn’t long before a female police officer and also a riot van arrived. The man lunged toward her, before being swiftly taken away.

I was asked if I would like to press charges, or opt for the man to pay me a ridiculously small monthly payment for the equipment he destroyed.

I asked the officer what were the chances of him paying. He just looked at me. He didn’t need to say a word.

So I decided to press charges.

The officer went on to take a statement, asking first if I knew why he did it.

My reply was immediate. I innocently said, “Because he was a Muslim.”

True, I had no evidence for this, but we have been in Birmingham many times to preach the gospel, and Muslim's have shown animosity toward us including to shout at us that well known phrase “Allahu Akbar” before committing an act of violence.

The officer looked at me and said; “You know that’s a racist comment—a hate crime?”

I wasn’t expecting this response.

I asked how I could be racist toward a religion.

The moment got tense. He asked if I was going to drop it. Taken aback at the direction this was going, I inquired if I was still the victim or now the criminal!

He assured me I was still the victim! “Thanks!”, I replied, and said something like, “I think I had better drop it then!”

We continued, as a second officer approached and asked me why the man attacked us.

I replied, “I’m not allowed to say.”

He asked what we were preaching at the time of the attack. “Something about the love of God”, I said.

After the police left, we continued with the outreach.

Some time later I received a court date through the post. The evening before the court day I received a call to say it had been cancelled, and I would receive a letter detailing why.

Months passed, no letter, so I called them to ask. I still don’t understand what happened, but I heard all charges had been dropped.

I wondered, if I had smashed up a strangers equipment in the street, would I get off scott free? I’ve got a funny feeling I would be charged with assault and rightly so.

In August just gone, a migrant came and stood by our mission. He had been captured on CCTV moments earlier wielding a hammer.

The police quickly swooped on him, after he shouted “Allahu Akbar”, the words that peace loving religion like to shout before perpetrating an act of evil.

The shocking part about this was that some of the people in the crowd of the same peaceful religion, chanted “Allahu Akbar” with him. These are moderates I am told.

As they wrestled the man to the ground he was proud to repeatedly announce he was a Muslim. After some time of restraining him he was taken away.

A few days later we had a warning message through security that the man was free and seen roaming the streets once more.

Again, I wondered what would have happened if I had been the one wielding a hammer and planned to do harm to innocent lives? Somehow I don’t think I would have got away with it.

It would likely be all over the mainstream news too, ‘White British Man Wields Hammer.’

But equally shocking is how woke Brits would rather side with Islam and be against Christianity, the bedrock of our nation.

I was in Birmingham once more and I met one of those woke folk.

I had been publicly asking, if the people wanted Sharia Law in this country, since no one seems to be concerned about the influence Islam is gaining.

Bizarrely introducing herself as a ‘dyke’, she angrily accused me of being racist because she had heard me asking if our nation wanted Sharia Law.

I asked if that is what she wanted for the nation.

She didn’t answer.

But we all know the reality. If Sharia law was imposed on our land she wouldn’t be free to live in a same-sex relationship.

Furthermore, it was farcical to be called a racist. I was with my Italian wife, an Ethiopian lady and a black English man.

I had to laugh, and ask, “Do I look racist?”

She had no answer for that either. She just scowled, muttered something about “hate speech,” and eventually walked away.

They cannot see what is right in front of them.

That is the real tragedy on our streets. Not only the violence we have faced, not only the smashed equipment and the dropped charges, not only the men who shout their war-cry and then walk free a few days later.

The deeper problem is the blindness of those who should know better but have been conditioned by the mainstream media.

They will defend their ideology except the one that built their freedoms. They will call truth “racism” and call subjugation “tolerance.” They will side with Islam that, if it ever gained power, would erase them first.

We keep returning to Birmingham. Not because it is easy. We return because the gospel is the only hope for every soul, religious, secular, or otherwise.

One day I hope the scales will fall. Until then I will keep speaking out, keep preaching the gospel, and keep refusing to pretend that all religions are the same.

The equipment can be replaced. The threats can be faced. But silence in the face of what is happening is the true crime.