District Judge Kenneth Grant
After enduring a tsunami of abuse, falsehoods and defamation over the past twenty-seven months, my main aim in making these videos is simply to get the truth about my assault by trans activists at Speakers’ Corner in September 2017 out there.
I’ve done this by using the videos taken at the location, zooming in and slowing down on the crucial scenes. This tends to be a more satisfactory way of showing what actually happened than selecting stills and adding to them a false narrative in the hope that people are stupid enough to believe it.
We live in a world where such iniquities as child marriage, female foeticide, the torture and sexual abuse of teenage boys and the trafficking and enslavement of vulnerable human beings continues unabated, not to mention Turkey’s current offensive against Syrian Kurdish forces, during which dozens of innocent civilians have already died and 150,000 people have been forced to flee for their lives. So here’s an idea:
Let’s celebrate #InternationalPronounsDay!
On the day we hear that our queen video-maker, Magdalen, has died, it feels all the more poignant to be posting the first video I’ve ever set out to produce on youtube. If you can’t wait to see it, scroll down.
Two years ago today, I was assaulted by vicious nasty male trans activists, at Speakers’ Corner. Two days later a woman I’d never heard of before wrote a poem about the event. I wish somebody had told me about that poem at the time. It would have made a pleasant change from the screenshots of all the hate I was getting, blaming me for provoking or even starting the violence – single-handedly, of course – against a bunch of thugs in their 20s, whose sole purpose in coming to Speakers’ Corner had been to bully and harass a group of people waiting to go to a meeting about proposed changes to legislation.
A year ago I was instructed by District Judge Kenneth Grant to pretend my male assailant was a woman…
There is one reason that trial made headlines and is still talked about to this day. That was District Judge Kenneth Grant’s bias in favour of the defendant – the real one, I mean, not me – reflected most obviously in his decision that I should defer to the wish of this six foot plus, 26-year-old, deluded male and pretend he is a woman. This meant that, while having to relive the assault and give my account of it while watching a recording of it on a screen in front of the court, I was required to refer to him as ‘she’.
The Second Day: Friday 13th April 2018
For the first day see Part 1 here.
Four of the protesters were witnesses for Wolf and it was soon apparent to those of us watching that they had got together and cooked up a story, most of which was clearly contradicted by the video evidence shown in court.
The testimonies of all four witnesses – who, by the way, all used the label ‘TERF’ with impunity – were designed to bolster Wolf’s claim that he feared I would use any footage to “out” them online. The idea of being outed was obviously terrifying to this group of youngsters who’d travelled to that most public of all free-speech venues – Speakers’ Corner in the centre of London – to shout down women they disagreed with.
And, of course, as that was the only thing I knew about any of these people, it follows that it was the only thing I could possibly “out” them for – being in a gang of bullies trying to silence women. I didn’t even know their names and never would have, had they not decided to put them on public record and testify in defence of a woman-beater.
But I know them all now.
The First Day: 12th April 2018
I was assaulted by Tara Wolf (aka Tara Flik Wood aka Flik Reade) because I was a dangerous “trans exterminatory radical feminist” and he just knew I was going to post footage online outing trans people so that they can be targeted by “exterminationists”. This is what he told District Judge Kenneth Grant, who was presiding over Wolf’s trial at Hendon Magistrate’s Court last month.
Having given my own testimony earlier in the day and now watching from the public gallery, this was the first time I’d seen any explanation from him for what he did to me but it was not the first sign of his rank stupidity and nor would it be the last.
Before he started his testimony we had sat watching in bemusement at his attempt to navigate the simple task of taking the oath. I’d expected him to affirm as I’d done. Instead, he spent ages staring gormlessly at the different books on the stand in front of him, as if trying to decide which colour he liked best. He eventually plumped for a nice dark blue Holy Bible, indicating he’d decided to identify as a Christian for the occasion. Or maybe he really does follow Jesus Christ, his Lord and Saviour. Who knew?