Arthur Flinders: British Nationalist (1939-2017)
Obituary by Richard Edmonds
Quoting a verse from an old, pre-Christian Norse saga:
Cattle die, and kinsmen die,
And so one dies oneself;
One thing I know that never dies:
The fame of a dead man’s deeds.
Our friend and comrade, a staunch British nationalist, a man who shared many of our adventures and was right in the thick of them, Arthur Flinders, has died.
Arthur Flinders, born in South London during the Second World War, had led an adventurous life long before he signed up for the National Front in the 1970s. A working-class man but with working-class gumption and intelligence Arthur had built up a successful business. On his retirement he returned to Nationalist politics and became an indispensable part of our BNP activist team.
Arthur was the deputy manager of our BNP bookshop in Welling, South East London. Arthur was part of our team at the Brick Lane Sunday street market. Looking back our energy and commitment was astounding: every Sunday of the year, come rain or come shine, for ten long years, a dedicated, very, group of us sold nationalist papers at the Brick Lane street market, Bethnal Green, East London. Arthur was a regular there.
Arthur was a great guy to know: a shrewd judge of men, quick to sum up a situation, good company, always looking for the positive side things of things, a man of his word, a man you could rely upon.
A number of us were able to attend his funeral service. Arthur Flinders, one of the best.