Last week the UK Special Immigration Appeals Commission ruled that the government was right to strip a British citizen of their citizenship. This despite it not proven that she held citizenship in any other country, and despite Article 15 of the 1948 Universal Declaration of Human Rights, that states:
“Everyone has the right to a nationality. No one shall be arbitrarily deprived of his nationality nor denied the right to change his nationality.”
The Special Immigration Appeals Commission is the most secretive judicial body in the UK. Nobody is allowed to know who sits on it, other than they are high court judges.
Almost all teenagers rebel in some form during those years. There are a few who were mollycoddled, given everything they wanted, could borrow daddy’s sports car to court the local debutante, and ended up as politicians or bankers. Most of us rebelled, and often it was the likes of them we were rebelling against.
I wasn’t the worst teenager, but I got in a few scrapes. I was caught drinking underage in a pub when I was sixteen. It peeved me no end as I’d been a regular there for two years and it had a full-size snooker table. A sergeant from the local force wandered in one night and caught me with a full pint glass. I did offer to buy him one but he didn’t seem very thirsty.
My mates and I loved driving cars. None of us were old enough for a licence as we were still schoolboys. No way could we afford a car , so we used to borrow them on the occasional evening for joyrides.
It was fun till we got caught, and for a time I held the dubious honour of losing my licence before I was even old enough to hold one.
It was a simpler life then with no internet and social media to brainwash us. We were much less likely to be lured away to fight for dubious causes in foreign lands. In 2015, one young teenager and British citizen, Shamima Begum from Lambeth, South London, along with two other teenage girls, was lured into the murderous pseudo-religious group, Islamic State, by bad people on social media.
We all think we know what we’re doing when we’re fourteen or fifteen. Of course, we don’t. We’re simply trying to wander our way along the murky path to so-called adulthood. Some never make it. Many get stuck in the teenage years until the day they die. They end up with positions of power in government, or, “The City,” but still drink themselves silly with wild parties while the rest of us stay locked down and isolated against Covid-19. These elderly teenageers make laws which suit them rather than the rest of the country, and break laws and degrade moralities because they believe they were never anything but wise adults, even while driving daddy’s sports car, at age fifteen.
Sajid David is a fifty-four year old teenager.
He happened to be the Home Secretary in December 2019 who cancelled Shamima Begum’s British citizenship, after that young woman was found in a refugee camp in northern Syria. She was nursing a fourth child. The other three had died shortly after birth. It’s understood the fourth child has now died from pneumonia.
Shamima Begum is twenty-three now. She’s no teenager. After the life she’s been leading I would think she’d make a better Home Secretary than Sajid David ever did, which let’s be honest, would not be difficult.
She doesn’t have Bangladeshi citizenship, despite the UK government affirming that she does. The Bangladeshi government has denied the assertion and says if she returns there she will be executed as a terrorist. That, at least, makes her a refugee seeking asylum.
The British Establishment, from the government and Parliament up to the highest courts in the land are staffed by teenagers aged between thirty and ninety. They were all born with a silver spoon in their mouths. They all courted debutantes and borrowed daddy’s sports car.
Shamima Begum was a child when she and two friends were brainwashed into believing a load of pseudo-religious and highly dangerous rubbish, by a woman in Glasgow at the time, by the name of Aqsa Mahmood. One of her friends paid with her life in a Russian air strike while planning to escape from Syria. The whereabouts of the other is unknown, possibly also dead.
There’s a lot of people in the West, particularly in the UK, who will say, “Let Begum rot in Syria. She deserves no better.”
I got away lightly when I was sixteen. A £2 fine for the drinking, and about thirty quid and a six month licence suspension for “taking and driving away a motor vehicle without the owner’s consent.” Maybe in another country I would have fared worse. After all, you can get fifteen years jail in Russia today just for mentioning the word, “war.” I think my crimes were far worse than that!
We don’t know what Shemima Begum did while she was with ISIS. There’s a lot of rumour and third-rate media speculation, often offered up as fact. It’s not hard to imagine what she saw. One thing is certain, you don’t see the things that ISIS did at first-hand and stay a teenager very long.
It’s time she was allowed to go home. It’s time the British people remembered their humanity, and perhaps also their own teenage years.