Readers of Harry’s Place will be familiar with the work of Lowkey: an Anglo-Iraqi rapper who spreads racist and troofer conspiracy theories. Here is one of his pieces:
One day I was running from the truth,
To speed me up they gave me these shoes,
So tie my feet with Nike’s,
Tell me lies about the 11th of September
By “lies” he means this:
It was the planes.
Not controlled demolition,
The BBC didn’t report the explosion of Building 7,
20 minutes before hand, on my television,
They found passport’s and plane flying manuals belonging to terrorists in the rubble.
That all makes perfect sense
He also peddles the conspiracy theory that Coca Cola donates its profits to Israel, and encourages a boycott of Marks and Spencer:
Every coin is a bullet, if you’re Mark’s and Spencer,
And when your sipping Coca-Cola,
That’s another pistol in the holster of a soulless soldier,
You say you know about the Zionist lobby,
But you put money in their pocket when you’re buying their coffee,
The last line is likely to be a reference to another conspiracy theory: that Starbucks is part of a Jewish conspiracy to support Israel.
It is being suggested on a handful of sites by Lowkey’s supporters, that he is one of the student fees rioters who the police are seeking to interview. This is the photograph released by the police:
Here is a publicity shot of Lowkey:
It could be him, I suppose. These people think that the man pictured is Lowkey: although they appear to be conspiracy nuts themselves.
In other news, as has been widely reported, the son of legendary Pink Floyd guitarist, Dave Gilmour has been arrested on suspicion of violent disorder. The centre Right press is having a field day. Damian Thompson at the Telegraph has rather cruelly republished this piece from The Times, in which the young fellow discusses his favourite Savile Row tailor:
Charlie: I’ve always loved good-quality clothing. My style is vintage stuff and skinny jeans — leggings-style H&M girls’ jeans that no man should really wear! My parents said that if I got into Cambridge, they would buy me a Savile Row suit. All the other tailors seemed a bit fuddy-duddy, with fox-hunting stuff in the windows. I’m not into that aristocratic thing. Spencer Hart is modern and chic, with nothing fusty about it. They made me two suits — a single-breasted day suit and a slim-cut dinner suit, which is useful, as there are all sorts of feasts and formal occasions at Cambridge. I wear it with an almost Edwardian clipped-collar shirt and a slim, mod-ish dog-tooth-check tie. I haven’t worn the day suit much yet, but if I’m ever having a work crisis, I put it on and it gives me a sharp frame of mind. I never feel better than when I’m wearing my suits, and people take you more seriously. They fit perfectly.
The tailor in question is Spencer Hart. His stuff looks pretty good, I have to say.
I do not approve, of course, of attempts to destroy flags on war memorials.
However, can a man who sets fire to a copy of Socialist Worker really be all bad?
Rather plaintively, Lowkey confirms that he is unwanted, having already spoken to the police.