Why I’m Proud to Stand With the Pink Ladies in Chelmsford This Saturday

Listen, I’ve had enough. And I’m not the only one. Come on, Ladies!

For months now I’ve been highlighting this – hotels stuffed full of single, military-aged men who’ve arrived here illegally, foisted on quiet towns while the bill lands on you and me. And who’s had the guts to stand up and say “not in our communities”? Not the politicians. Not the hand-wringing liberals who’d rather call you a racist than admit there’s a problem. No. It’s been ordinary women – brave, fed-up British women – who’ve put on their pink jackets and taken to the streets.