A Photo Essay.
These pictures may not be as exciting as some might wish - but c'est la vie!
On 21st March Stephen Squire-Mendoza, the BNP’s London Organiser and their no. 1 candidate for the Greater London Assembly had to attend Enfield Police Station to answer questions over his harassment of Claudia Dalgleish.
Claudia Dalgleish went along to take a picture of him going in and out, to cause him embarrassment and to ask him why he had been behaving in this manner. I agreed to go along as I would be in the area that day as I had some work to do in Enfield Town.
This was merely his prelude – his way of psyching himself up. He had been positioning himself to throw punches as can be seen in the photographs. Then he swung a couple of haymakers which landed on my mush - but it was not like I was being hit by Thor’s mighty hammer. In truth it was more like being tickled by a pink feather duster.
However I knew that he was a Soho Porn Baron with a vile reputation. Bearing that in mind it seemed likely that a bladed weapon might be about his person, so I was obliged to put him under restraint.
Squire-Mendoza landed heavily on the pavement face down. His knees took some of the force and his trousers ended up all tattered and torn. He attempted to block his descent with his hands and also sustained damage to them. This however did not stop his Boat Race from coming into close contact with the concrete flooring and his North and South was cut.
I held him for a couple of seconds until he looked around with a piteous expression, his doleful eyes begging for quarter but expecting the worst. I had been as gentle with him as I could possibly be and used minimal force to subdue him. While it may have been tempting to dismember him joint by joint, which he clearly anticipated, it is better to be merciful – ‘in victory, magnanimity’.
I did not so much as punch, slap or kick Squire-Mendoza once – richly as he deserved it.
I got up and allowed him to rise unmolested. A passer by had caught the end of it and had seen Squire-Mendoza crashing to the pavement.
As I turned to go Squire-Mendoza approached this passer by – no doubt looking for consolation in his hour of humiliation (how he has got used to those lonely hours lately). I stood open mouthed as Squire-Mendoza led this man over the road, back to the Police Station.
Squire-Mendoza was so unmanned that after starting a fight and being trounced in seconds, after being then let off with considerable mercy, he went running to the Police with a false story. He went over and made a bogus statement to the effect that I had assaulted him in an unprovoked attack!
Claudia Dalgleish also saw him go into the Police Station and she followed after a short delay in order to also make a statement. When she went in Squire-Mendoza was already behind a partition screen giving his interview. Whenever the Police Officer turned away Squire-Mendoza turned to Claudia Dalgleish and made lewd remarks.
After a further delay I decided it would be wise to also go to the Police Station to give my side of the story. I am always reluctant to go to the Police. For a start they should have better things to do than sort out what was little more than a school playground incident – handbags at dawn. I also have an ingrained belief that men should not go squawking to the Police when they have a dispute of that nature.
Some years ago during an altercation I was stabbed in the face by a member of a neo-Nazi cult that I had been very vocal in opposing. I did not go to the Police. It never even crossed my mind.
When I came into Enfield Police Station Squire-Mendoza immediately stopped his lewd gurning and instead spent his time on the phone to all and sundry – including Nick Griffin – claiming that I had beaten him up in the street. The pitiful excuse for a man was almost bragging about it, so desperate was he to get me ‘done by the Rozzers’.
Anyway the upshot of it was that I was arrested, effectively on the say-so of Squire-Mendoza and the minor corroboration of the passer-by. However I gave an interview which set out exactly what had really happened.
After a short while I was released but on conditional bail to return on 16th April, unless I heard otherwise. Off the record I was told that I would almost certainly hear 'otherwise' before then and it was made clear to me from the outset that it was exceptionally unlikely that any further action would be taken and that the bail would be lifted.
During his interview Squire-Mendoza had neglected to tell them that he had been in the Police Station minutes before to answer allegations of vicious harassment (he had been seen by a different division). He neglected to mention that he was uptight because his porn empire was about to be exposed. He neglected to mention that he was on edge because his candidacy for the BNP was being questioned. It also soon became apparent that Squire-Mendoza was ‘known to the Police’, which is not exactly surprising given his line of business. He is very well known to the Police. He would never be regarded as a reliable witness.
Everyone can see this for themselves. He put himself up as a BNP candidate for the Greater London Assembly even though at the outset he was asked to declare whether he had any embarrassing skeletons in his closet. He signed a declaration saying there was nothing. He lied to his political colleagues. People who he claimed were his comrades. People who he supposedly shared firm beliefs with.
How much easier was it for Squire-Mendoza to lie to the Police about what had happened when I met him in the street?
But liars invariably get found out.
I am told that Claudia Dalgleish was asked to go and make a statement which she did, and two days later I was informed by the Police that the whole unsavoury matter had been dropped - as it always was going to be. This has now been confirmed in writing.
But... when Squire-Mendoza got wind of this he lied again. He put out statements that he had personally dropped the charges. What a joker!
He had earlier put out the story that he had been ambushed by me and several other people. He also tried to claim that I had attacked him from behind. The pictures show otherwise.
Squire-Mendoza is a liar and a coward. He is a poor excuse for a man. In fact he has no manhood left.
He even told the controversial blogger Claire Khaw a fictitious version of events as can be seen here:
The relevant extract is:
Eddy fell on top of me. I will take meet him any time, any time, as long as he does not bring any cameras
Claudia was apparently photographing the scuffle, presumably to put the BNP in a bad light. Steve said this inhibited him from from punching Eddy's lights out because he thought that might make the BNP look thuggish and ruin Carlos Cortiglia's mayoral campaign
So he tried to make pathetic excuses for his extremely rapid and undemanding defeat and then effectively challenged me to a return match even though he unsuccessfully went running to the Police when trounced on the previous occasion. What a truly odious whelp the man is.
Ah well – this isn’t a good time to be Steve Squire-Mendoza.
The man has been destroyed physically, emotionally, mentally, financially and politically. He has nothing left.