[Media prompt] Tommy Robinson confronts Muslim rape gang at courthouse.
One Monday morning, Danny Cooper left the house his mother bequeathed him after passing, and set off on a long walk through the streets of Rotherham. A cold wind blew in from the northwest, but he walked quickly, a soldier’s walk, and he warmed rapidly. To a random observer, Danny was a man who liked to stroll about a great deal, but with little purpose. An observer would have said he had no set route, no obvious goal in mind. Nothing could have been further from the truth.
After his discharge from the SAS, a Conspicuous Gallantry Cross awarded in secret and all he could fit into a kit bag his only possessions, Danny returned to the house he had left at sixteen to join the army. What started out as the only avenue to earn money to support his mother turned into half a lifetime of active service. He served three tours in Afghanistan, and at thirty-three had returned to the UK from fighting Muslims only to find their comrades-in-arms living in his street. Which is why he walked.
After several months, Danny had drawn a map indicting every CCTV mounted in the streets of Rotherham. He knew every blind spot. Every point in the city where he was invisible. The ways to walk from one point to another without a single image of him captured on screen. And when he had walked the routes so many times he could trace them in his sleep, he knew it was time to begin.
His first target was a man called Sageer Khaliq, a thirty-year-old Muslim whose defence against a charge of raping a ten-year-old boy in a swimming pool toilet was that he had not had sex for a month. His lawyer told the court his actions conformed to Muslim cultural practices that normalised men seeking relief with young boys. The judge agreed and handed down a six-month suspended sentence. Video footage of Khaliq outside the court showed him laughing about the victim’s mother who cried as the realisation of what was happening dawned upon her.
“Showed her, and all,” he said. “Rotherham belongs to Muslim’s now.”
Danny watched the video numerous times. Then he began the hunt.
Sageer Khaliq was not hard to find. He was the loud-mouthed member of a group of welfare leeches congregating around an imam ensconced in the Jemia Mosque. He rarely ventured beyond a narrowly defined territory, within which there were five locations invisible to CCTVs. Danny chose the one outside a house that a dozen Muslims used for grooming teen girls. He thought it would send an unambiguous message.