Crimson Isles - The Cultivation of the British Social Republic

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A sneak peek.

A projector screen flickered to life against a school wall. Kids, scattered amongst the crowd, shared whispers of excitement. A new program was ordered by the state for all schools to present to scholars, Year 12s and up.

A countdown began, static transitioning each number to the next.

3…

2…

1…

A black screen appeared as a short tune of patriotic propaganda music blasted, composed of drums and trombones. The music ended and the screen panned from darkness to an image of Big Ben, the flag of the British Social Republic waving high above the spires of Westminster Palace.


A narrator’s voice, an English accent in particular, boomed to fill the void of sound. His cheery tone, meant to instigate optimism in an assumed bored legion of students. Although, they couldn’t show it even if they wanted to. Even then, whatever the government had to say that was important as to present a nation-wide film must hold some interest.



“Children and scholars of Great Britain, this, as you may know it, is Big Ben, located in London, the birthplace of the Revolution.”

The speaker explained in an optimistic yet serious sound.


“Our great nation is constantly under attack by infiltrators of the Labour Party’s ideals, which we all hold so very dear. It is our responsibility to answer the call of duty to defend and honor these morals should they ever come under fire. Even in Germany, France, Belgium, and the Soviet Union, this very same responsibility is inscribed in their code of honor. To think, comrades across the world protect the ethics of Marx.”

The narrator’s voice then became grim.

“In such a time like this, these attacks, these assaults on our liberties as citizens of Britain, have come into fruition and should we fail to stop such a perilous plot, we will forever be oppressed by the menaces of the bourgeoisie class.”

“As such, it is my duty and even YOUR duty to act as guardians for bread and labour and repel the American forces back to shame in their harbors and mainland! Defend the Canadian dominion! The British Social Republic lives, always and forever!”

The speaker exclaimed passionately as the projector screen flashed off.

The teacher sat up from her chair, forcing a smile and shoving optimism into her voice. One student raised his hand and very swiftly the teacher called on him.

“What does this mean, Mrs. Dorothy?” The student asked, a strike of fear possessing him.

“The government has called upon the youngsters of Britain to defend our possessions in Canada. You will be drafted in the name of this great country.”

Stutters and whispers were exchanged as the males in particular processed this. They had known of the American invasion of Canada for weeks, it had been declared by the President that a state of war had now existed between Great Britain and the United States. But a draft? Shouldn’t the military be prepared for any conflict? Was the military a powerful one, as all State films and television shows insisted it was? Or were they all lies? Questions of resistance brewed in the hearts and minds of the student body. None of it made sense. However, their loyalty compelled them to put down such thoughts. They would fight for their nation as willed.

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A sneak peek.

A projector screen flickered to life against a school wall. Kids, scattered amongst the crowd, shared whispers of excitement. A new program was ordered by the state for all schools to present to scholars, Year 12s and up.

A countdown began, static transitioning each number to the next.

3…

2…

1…

A black screen appeared as a short tune of patriotic propaganda music blasted, composed of drums and trombones. The music ended and the screen panned from darkness to an image of Big Ben, the flag of the British Social Republic waving high above the spires of Westminster Palace.


A narrator’s voice, an English accent in particular, boomed to fill the void of sound. His cheery tone, meant to instigate optimism in an assumed bored legion of students. Although, they couldn’t show it even if they wanted to. Even then, whatever the government had to say that was important as to present a nation-wide film must hold some interest.



“Children and scholars of Great Britain, this, as you may know it, is Big Ben, located in London, the birthplace of the Revolution.”

The speaker explained in an optimistic yet serious sound.


“Our great nation is constantly under attack by infiltrators of the Labour Party’s ideals, which we all hold so very dear. It is our responsibility to answer the call of duty to defend and honor these morals should they ever come under fire. Even in Germany, France, Belgium, and the Soviet Union, this very same responsibility is inscribed in their code of honor. To think, comrades across the world protect the ethics of Marx.”

The narrator’s voice then became grim.

“In such a time like this, these attacks, these assaults on our liberties as citizens of Britain, have come into fruition and should we fail to stop such a perilous plot, we will forever be oppressed by the menaces of the bourgeoisie class.”

“As such, it is my duty and even YOUR duty to act as guardians for bread and labour and repel the American forces back to shame in their harbors and mainland! Defend the Canadian dominion! The British Social Republic lives, always and forever!”

The speaker exclaimed passionately as the projector screen flashed off.

The teacher sat up from her chair, forcing a smile and shoving optimism into her voice. One student raised his hand and very swiftly the teacher called on him.

“What does this mean, Mrs. Dorothy?” The student asked, a strike of fear possessing him.

“The government has called upon the youngsters of Britain to defend our possessions in Canada. You will be drafted in the name of this great country.”

Stutters and whispers were exchanged as the males in particular processed this. They had known of the American invasion of Canada for weeks, it had been declared by the President that a state of war had now existed between Great Britain and the United States. But a draft? Shouldn’t the military be prepared for any conflict? Was the military a powerful one, as all State films and television shows insisted it was? Or were they all lies? Questions of resistance brewed in the hearts and minds of the student body. None of it made sense. However, their loyalty compelled them to put down such thoughts. They would fight for their nation as willed.

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In 1888, the London matchgirls' strike, which consisted of a mass of the women and teenage girl laborers of the Bryant and May Factory in Bow, occurred in revolt to severe working conditions. However, while these terms undeniably dedicated pretext to the eventual strike, it was the dismissal of one worker which ignited the flame that should and would change the course of the British Empire, the world, and history for the rest of the 19th century and the 20th century throughout…


The Ire of the British Workers - The Seeds of Revolution (1888-1895)
The unofficial conversion of the British industrial state into a form of communism was first acknowledged in and during the London matchgirls strike, partly in thanks to the brilliant investigations by one Annie Beasant. Beasant, a journalist whom happened to be located in London on that particular July day during the strike, revealed a strike fund which became a form of welfare that did not rely on the state. This ingredient, which at first was quite unrecognized by the strikers involved in the 1888 revolts, soon became key in devoting the assets needed to gain British statist communism national attention.

Having already assumed the widespread support of public opinion, the Bryant and May Factory appeared to inevitably be caving into the demands of the people. However, the company, assuming the role of authority, adamantly denied improving wages and working conditions. The successors whom had taken up the mantle of ownership of the company, a brainchild of the late Francis May and William Bryant, made a pivotal error in so choosing to remain firmly against the workers’ strike. The independent welfare fund that Beasant had discovered soon gained support from the matchgirls strikers, who agreed with the ethical practice of such an early form of communism. While not fully reliant on the dogmatic principles of Marx’s theory, this would soon change with a rapid transition into a Workers’ Union.

Outrage at the refusal by Bryant and Mays to stand down to the demands of the workers resulted in an even larger strike. The match factory soon found itself among a crowd of industrial sites located all across the British Isles facing persecuted workers demanding a change in “barbaric and uncivilized methods in the workplace.” Worker strikes, indefinitely patched in industrial regions, were zoned in on southern England, Wales, and Scotland. The movement went even as far as worker’s marches in London, a fantastic upheaval with revolutionary demands.

The British government, in an attempt to appease the dangerous prospect the labor revolt had proposed, forced the Bryant and May Factory to comply with the aggressively insists of the matchgirls, threatening military action should they refuse once more. Robert Gascoyne-Cecil, the liberally sympathetic Prime Minister of Britain, a conservative unlike every requirement, sympathized with the factory companies. His ignorance towards the situation was faulty and resulted in the subsequent denial of his continuance of power later on. The British military, which was liberally loyal to the conservative order of the British government, mostly in part due to the patriotic attitude any nation’s army should hold, happily complied with calming the strikes. Inevitably, the violence expressed by the riled peasants of Great Britain clashed with the rifles aimed by the British home army. Surprisingly enough, the matchgirls were not the ones to be at the end of a firing Magazine Rifle Mark I. The Revolutionary Conduct, as the monumental national British strike came to be called, turned aggressive on a fateful day in early September.

Unplanned by organizers on both sides, a member of the marches clashed in a violent interaction with British guards containing London marches. As British guards lined the sidewalks, an order was given by a British commander to defend from an attack by protestors.
As the chaotic environment of London bolstered, a group of protestors, later revealed to be members of one of the many factions that had arisen amongst the strikers, entered into argument with five British guards whom attempted to diffuse the situation. However, by the British guards' own bad luck, the group was drunken and angry, rallied by the spirits of the march. The strikers began throwing tomatoes, tin cans, and more at the guards. In an effort to avoid violence, they backed up and aimed their guns. One protestor charged but was swiftly dealt with as one soldier butted them to the ground with their rifle. In anger, the protestors became rowdy and trampled towards the guard, this time withholding very clearly knives in each of their hands. The commander hesitantly ordered the guards to fire. One protestor's face was mangled, many others were crippled, and a handful were killed either instantly or later in critical care.

As the incident spread like wildfire through an increasingly treacherous landscape of London, newspapers would go onto describe the murder as the ”London Massacre" (hilariously adopting American Revolution terms.) The commanders was put on temporary discharge from the British armed forces whilst his trial was scrambled together. International outrage at said commander threatened his life whilst fearful lawyers attempted to stand their ground. Lawyers of the commander described his actions as “justified in the means of self-defense.” This point stood well in court as the jury took a fine clarification to its main point: Should the rights of men, so passionately inscribed in the code of British law be obstructed in favor of political bias? The Court recognized this argument and allowed the commander off his discharge with an insignificant punishment.

Widespread anger and passionate disgust was expressed towards the court ruling and was considered amongst many to be biased and unjust, taking a bandwagon effect as many more straddled this idea. Workers and strikes across Great Britain, in a ploy for insurgency against a government they considered to be too corrupt to live on, united into one singular workers' syndicate. Mysteriously, the streets that were once filled with the anguish of yeomen, laborers, and peasants alike, calmed to a deadly silence. The pitchforks of a once violent line of soldier men disappeared and an eerie fog crawled onto the streets of London nights while an adequate business of regular people filled the sidewalks of London daytime. Whatsoever struck a chord in the heart of revolutionary out-turn? A plot, one unlike ever seen in the history of the British Isles.

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