Written and submitted by Darren ab Owain
I’ve known since childhood that the person known as the ‘Prince of Wales’ these days has absolutely nothing to do with Wales. It’s simply a title bestowed upon the first born son of the neighbouring monarchy.
I was dimly aware, (dimly due to Welsh History not being taught in school), that there were once Native rulers of this land, but knew nothing of them.
I’m in my forties now, yet it was less than twenty years ago that I heard ‘the story’ of Llewelyn. The story read that Llewelyn, in battle with the English was found wandering alone near Builth Wells and beheaded by a mere foot soldier who didn’t even know who he was until he showed the severed head to his commanding officer.
I was infuriated. What sort of a King travels alone and gets beheaded by a foot soldier? I immediately lost all respect for this perceived excuse for a leader. All the while, the conditioning at the back of my mind was telling me, “maybe the Welsh aren’t capable of looking after themselves after all”, though I didn’t believe that anymore then than I do now.
It was there though, doing its best.
Fast forward a few years and I join a Facebook group and hear an entirely different and far more plausible version of the story. Llewelyn and his entourage had been on their way to sign a peace treaty with the English but were ambushed and slaughtered by the English army who then went and mercilessly slaughtered the Welsh forces despite their pleas for clemency.
The English army had form for this, the ‘Night of the Long Knives’ was originally another much earlier deception by the English Army, again at a
supposed peace treaty which it was agreed upon would be unarmed. The English had knives hidden in their shoes, and when the Welsh were good and drunk at the apparent peace celebrations, the knives were drawn at a command word from the English leader, the Welsh slaughtered.
This history has also been changed, in a different way this time, so that ‘Night of the Long Knives’ pertains to Nazi Germany instead.
Even the aforementioned Llewelyn’s grand-nephew, Owain Lawgoch while fighting for the French in readiness to return home and reclaim his rightful position as Prince of Wales, was stabbed in the back by a Scotsman in the pay of the English who had been sent to befriend Owain.
I just happen to be of a nationalist mind, which meant that I valued Welsh Culture enough to pursue my interests and discover the truth about Llewelyn. Someone less nationalistic could be forgiven for thinking thatif their own people were so weak and disorganised back then, maybe they’re not capable of running their own affairs.
There is a lesson to be learned from all of this-never trust the “English Establishment” (as opposed to individual, ordinary English people). They are calling themselves the ‘British’ establishment now, and are still up to all their dirty tricks.
They deny us our own media and deny us our own history being taught in our schools via the ‘Welsh’ Government, (aka The Labour Party plus one Lib Dem who happens to be AM for education). Everywhere you look, there are Union Flags-on our food, on the television, in fact anywhere and everywhere they can put them. TV programmes are titled, “Great British” this and “Great British” that.
They’re still trying to wipe out the Welsh through assimilation.
FOOL ME ONCE, SHAME ON YOU.FOOL ME TWICE, SHAME ON ME, as the saying goes.
Be vigilant. Keep those lovely Welsh eyes and ears open at all times. Keep those lovely Welsh ‘rip-off radars’ fully functioning at all times too.