Mick Hartley

Suzanne Moore in the Telegraph on a Labour Party still in thrall to the trans activists:

In 2024, the scale of violence against women was addressed by the National Police Chiefs’ Council (NPCC). An estimated two million women a year are victims of male violence, which now accounts for 20 per cent of all crimes recorded by the police. Maggie Blyth, deputy chief executive of the College of Policing, called it an “epidemic” and “a national emergency”. The conviction rates for rape are so low (according to government data released in 2025, just 2.7 per cent of rapes reported to police had resulted in a charge), it has been virtually decriminalised.

The police figures reflect a whole variety of offences against women, such as sexual assault, stalking, online revenge porn, domestic violence and coercive control. These are dark days. The constant threat of male violence is the backdrop to our lives.

It sickened me to my stomach to see it at the weekend, when women were out on the streets nationwide to protest peacefully. They were demonstrating about the fact that one year after the Supreme Court ruling clarifying, under the Equality Act, that sex means biological sex and that single-sex spaces should be protected, no government guidance has been released.

What did we see? Threats to women openly shouted and displayed. I am talking about placards saying things like “the only good terf is a dead one”, some featuring nooses, the usual demands for the murder of JK Rowling, men in masks physically disrupting women making speeches. This is done, of course, in the name of trans rights. But guess what? These new social justice warriors, whatever gender they may pretend to be, use a very familiar tactic. They threaten the rape and murder of women, or at the very least sexual submission: “Suck my Girl D—”.

The police do nothing but arrive in their vans dragged up in LGBTQAAA colours and try to keep them away from women who are outrageously asserting the rights that we already have.

When you have encountered these unhinged trans loons with their megaphones, their cheap-thrills outfits that reek of misogyny, one never goes away and thinks: “Oh these are women I would really love to hang with. Do let them in the changing room.” Quite the opposite. Their male entitlement is visible through the Lycra. Their aggression is totally masculine. Sure, there may be dysphoric girls who like to shout at you in the way a kid yells if you tell them to tidy their bedroom. But we have now had years of this insanity and if anyone in this Government really cared about violence against women, then why have they kowtowed to these vicious bullies?…

Every time I get a threat suggesting that I be cut up and mutilated, I find myself thinking that all I ever wanted was for people to be able to express themselves without being cut up and mutilated – castrations or mastectomies. Oh sorry, “gender-affirming care”.

Things are changing. Even the Americans are having to admit that mental health problems are not “solved” by transition.

But here, we have not been helped by this dithering Government and the myriad organisations who have betrayed women.

Excuse me while I put on my balaclava and pose with a hammer, following the latest Bash Back poster from militant trans activists – I mean that’s just hunky dory, isn’t it? That just screams tolerance, doesn’t it?

How long before Labour realises that the fight against male violence includes fighting these men, whether they are hooded or posing in little girls’ clothes? Enforce the law. Grow a spine. What are you so afraid of?

It’s not always clear how much the government’s uselessness here is due to a genuine belief in the whole Stonewall/trans lunacy, and how much is due to simple cowardice. Much more that latter, I think – especially Starmer.