Panic on the Plantation

The Ballymena riots weren’t about justice. They were about control.

There’s a stink in the air. And it’s not just the petrol fumes or the scorched shell of someone’s home.

It’s older than that.

It’s the rank smell of settler panic.

Fear dressed up as outrage. Supremacy lighting its own fire. And the state standing there holding the matches.

Because make no mistake:

The violence in Ballymena wasn’t about protecting women.
It wasn’t about justice.
It was about holding the line.
The imaginary line between “us” and “them,” drawn in colonial ink and lit by fireworks.

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This Is Fear, Not Justice.

They’ll tell you it was about community safety.
They’ll shout it was about crime.
They’ll scream it was about “our women.”

But here’s what it really was:

A community, radicalised by years of supremacist rot, going on the offensive in the name of defence.

It’s the same logic used to bulldoze Gaza.
The same logic that built a wall through the West Bank.
The same logic that burns down houses while claiming to protect homes.

Strike first. Say it was necessary. Pretend you’re the victim.

The Real Crime Is the Setup

Let’s talk about crime.

Two teenage boys, reportedly Romanian, accused of something serious. The police begin an investigation.

Before anything’s even proven – before facts are gathered or justice is served – the pitchforks are out.

Petrol bombs thrown. Fireworks launched. Families – entire communities – forced to flee.

Now contrast that with this:

Jeffrey Donaldson – former DUP leader, current MP, crown darling – charged with a litany of paedophilic sex assaults on a child in his own family.

Where was the outrage?
Where were the crowds?
Where were the fireworks through his windows?

They never came.
Because violence here isn’t about justice.
It’s about reminding people who’s allowed to exist, and who’s expected to disappear.

Settler Paranoia in High-Vis

Ballymena wasn’t a one-off.
It’s part of a pattern.

A settler state, terrified it might lose grip.
A supremacist identity crisis, projected onto people who dare to survive here.
A colonial mindset cracking at the edges. And lashing out in flames.

And if you’re still buying the idea that immigrants are the problem, I’ve got a pyramid scheme with a border for you to believe in.

Because here’s the truth they’re too scared to say out loud:

They see immigrants and refugees not as strangers – but as reflections.

People who might do exactly what the original settlers did: arrive, endure, survive.

And maybe, just maybe, be as bad as they were.

It’s not just fear of difference. It’s fear of reckoning.

Don’t Call It a Protest

This wasn’t “community unrest.”
It wasn’t “misguided anger.”
It was a hate crime wrapped in Union Jacks and livestreamed from burner accounts.

And if it looks familiar. It should.
It’s colonial playbook 101.
Keep the poor at each other’s throats so nobody looks up.

If you’re angry at immigrants, you’re being played.

By the politicians.
By the press.
By the landlords and the energy companies and the state that lets you rot while telling you who to hate.

So What Do We Do?

We tell the truth. Loudly, clearly, and with no apologies.

Can we stop pretending this state can be reformed from the inside when it was built to exclude?

Can we point out every hypocrisy, every double standard, every Unionist MP hiding behind silence while someone else’s house burns?

Can we stop falling for the scam of supremacy? Because supremacy always ends in violence.
And the violence always ends up targeting the people with the least.

Ballymena wasn’t an anomaly.
It was a warning flare.
And a mirror.

If you’re not terrified, you’re not paying attention.
But if you are paying attention?
Good.

This isn’t about crime.
This is about control.
This is about supremacy.
And it’s about time we stopped pretending otherwise.

Written in solidarity with every immigrant, every Roma family, every scapegoated soul who has to run for safety while the state turns its back.

🧯 Fear, Not Jealousy

It wasn’t jealousy that lit those fires.
It was fear—manufactured, weaponised, and stoked.

Fear that immigrants might belong.
Fear that they’ll outnumber, outvote, outlive.
Fear that they’ll ask for dignity, demand rights, or—God forbid—be treated as equals.

This fear isn’t random. It’s orchestrated.

Because if you’re angry at immigrants, you’re being played.
By the politicians.
By the tabloids.
By the power structures that need you afraid of the wrong enemy.

This is settler logic in action.
Strike first, in the name of defence.
Demonise, dehumanise, displace—before they get a foothold.

It’s divide and conquer 101: keep the working class fighting each other, and nobody looks up.

💣 A Riot by Any Other Name

It started with an alleged incident. Two teenage boys—reportedly Romanian—accused of a serious crime. The legal process hadn’t even begun, and already the pitchforks were out. Petrol bombs thrown. Fireworks used as weapons. Families forced to flee.

But don’t fall for the “protect our women” script. These are communities that have protected actual abusers for decades.

🧬 Settler Paranoia: Zionist Edition

If it sounds familiar, it should.
This is Gaza in technicolour.
This is Zionist supremacy with a Belfast accent.
This is supremacist thinking that says: we were planted here to rule—not to share.

It’s not just racism. It’s a system.
One that needs enemies.
Needs scapegoats.
Needs you looking sideways instead of up.

🔥 The Real Crime Is the Setup

They fear immigrants not because they’re dangerous, but because they might survive.
Because they might thrive.
Because they might expose how hollow the supremacy project really is.

Because deep down, they know:
You can’t keep calling yourself the chosen ones if the “others” are doing just fine.

🧨 So What Do We Do?

We name it.
We call it what it is: a supremacist panic orchestrated by a crumbling colonial mindset.
We stop pretending this is about one crime or one town or one week.

It’s a pattern.
It’s a tactic.
And it’s happening in plain sight.

We remind everyone that the real looters are in Parliament.
The real predators are in suits.
And the real threat isn’t your neighbour—it’s your landlord, your boss, your prime minister.

This isn’t about immigrants. It’s about supremacy.

And if you’re still falling for the bait,
you’re not protecting your community.
You’re protecting the plantation.

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