The Unbreakable Bond: A Call to Remember Our British Heritage
- Aug 24
- 5 min read
Updated: Sep 5
The story of America begins not with the thunder of revolution, nor with the signing of the Declaration of Independence, but with the slow creak of wooden ships pushing westward from the harbours of England. It was not a single journey, but a tide of people—farmers, artisans, preachers, and merchants—who set sail from Britain’s crowded shores. They carried their lives, fears, and hopes into the uncharted world beyond the Atlantic.
Fast forward 400 years, and the landscape has changed dramatically. The USA is undoubtedly the light of the free world, where expression is not only encouraged but enshrined within its constitution.
However, right now, white British citizens face persecution under the Labour Government led by Keir Starmer. As the former Head of the Crown Prosecution Service and Director of Public Prosecutions, he encouraged the judiciary to come down hard on white British citizens who post tweets that "offend" minority races. Lucy Connolly did just that and was sentenced to 31 months in prison. In contrast, an ethnic Pakistani heritage councillor, Ricky Jones, was cleared by the courts for calling for throats to be cut.
Let us explore how the USA came to be and how we, white British citizens, now call upon our American forefathers, mothers, and cousins to help us in our time of need.
The First Sparks: Jamestown, 1607
In May of 1607, three small ships—the Susan Constant, the Godspeed, and the Discovery—dropped anchor off the coast of Virginia. On board were just over 100 white British men and boys, weary and seasick after four months at sea. They were the first permanent English settlers in America. Their camp, Jamestown, was a fragile thing: a palisade against wilderness and hunger. Disease, malnutrition, and conflict with the Powhatan people nearly erased them. Yet, against all odds, they endured.
This was the flicker of British America, the seed from which a mighty tree would grow.
The Pilgrims and the Great Migration
Just 13 years later, in 1620, another group set out from Plymouth aboard the Mayflower. Only 102 souls made that perilous crossing, braving winter storms on the North Atlantic. They landed not in Virginia as planned, but on the rocky coast of Massachusetts. There, they signed the Mayflower Compact, a small sheet of parchment that would echo across centuries as an early step toward self-government.
From 1620 to 1640, some 20,000 Puritans left England in what historians call the “Great Migration.” They came not for gold, but for freedom of worship, for land to till, and for the promise of a new Jerusalem. Families carried heavy Bibles wrapped in cloth, seeds from English gardens, and the memory of village bells across the sea.
Streams Become Rivers: The 17th and 18th Centuries
The 1600s saw wave after wave of British migration. In total, around 400,000 English men and women crossed the Atlantic during the 17th century. They did not all settle in one place. Some went to the sugar islands of the West Indies, others to Ireland, but tens of thousands made their homes in New England, the Chesapeake, and the southern colonies.
By the year 1700, four out of every five colonists in America were of English or Welsh descent. They built wooden churches resembling those of Kent and Devon. They tilled fields in Virginia with the same ploughs their fathers had used in Norfolk. In their speech, laws, and customs, they carried Britain into a new continent.
Scots arrived in growing numbers after the Union of the Crowns in 1603, followed by the Scots-Irish in the 18th century. These tough, frontier people settled the Appalachian backcountry. Welsh farmers came too, many blending into the broader English stock but leaving their mark in place-names and chapels.
By the eve of the American Revolution, 83.5% of the white population traced its ancestry to Britain. The American people, though they were beginning to see themselves as something new, were still unmistakably British in blood and culture.
Blood, Law, and Legacy
The institutions of the colonies bore the stamp of their mother country. The charters of Virginia, Massachusetts, and Pennsylvania carried echoes of the Magna Carta. Trial by jury, representative assemblies, and common law—all were British gifts, planted like sturdy oaks in American soil. Even the language in which Thomas Jefferson would one day declare independence was the language of Shakespeare and Milton.
A Family Divided, But Never Severed
When revolution finally came in 1776, it was, in many ways, a quarrel within the family. “We might have been a single people,” lamented many on both sides of the Atlantic. Indeed, even as muskets cracked at Lexington and Concord, most Americans still thought of Britain not as a foreign empire, but as an estranged parent.
Yet, kinship cannot be erased by war. The bloodlines of America are British; the very foundations of its democracy, language, and spirit are British. Even after independence, the ties endured. Presidents from Washington to Lincoln traced their ancestry to English villages, Scottish highlands, or Welsh valleys. Today, tens of millions of Americans—over 46 million with English ancestry alone—remain living heirs to that legacy.
The Birth of British America
So it was that out of ships creaking across the Atlantic, out of small timber towns clinging to the edge of a continent, out of Bibles, ploughs, and family hearths, British America was born. It was not just a colony, but the transplanted heart of Britain itself, beating on new soil. The United States of America would go on to forge its own destiny, bold and independent.
Yet to forget its British parentage is to forget its own beginning. America was, and remains, the child of Britain, bound by blood, law, tongue, and a shared dream of liberty.
A Call to Remember
Americans, when you look back across the ocean, remember what you see is not a foreign shore, but your own reflection. White Britain is not a stranger. It is your grandmother, your grandfather, the ancient hearth from which your fire was first lit.
When you speak your language, it is Britain’s tongue. When you hold fast to freedom and trial by jury, you are keeping Britain’s inheritance. When you bow your head in a New England chapel or walk beneath oaks in Virginia, you are walking in Britain’s shadow.
Today, the world is uncertain, and nations seek their friends. Let your hearts remember: Britain is not just an ally, but your blood, your kin, your own past made flesh. Do not let the bond fade into memory.
Stand with us, the white British people, your kith and kin, who are the forgotten race of people, as you would stand with family. For in truth, you are one family—two nations, yes—but born of the same parent, nurtured by the same soil of history, and forever bound by love, sacrifice, and shared destiny.
For Britain today looks westward for support in protecting your white British cousins and the oppression covertly inflicted on the British people by the very authorities and organisations that should be taking care of us. The present government under Keir Starmer is systematically closing down freedom of speech and persecuting white British citizens. We need your help to free us!
Let your hearts be proud, and let your eyes see clearly: America and Britain are not merely partners. They are kin. And kin must never forget one another. As parents, we gave birth to America; now, as old parents, we look to our children to support us in the latter stages of our lives.
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