Out of even the most terrible events, if we’re lucky, there will emerge tales of of bravery and heroism–of people who, finding themselves confronted by the worst deeds of humanity, rise above and put on full display the best of what humanity has to offer. We saw it with the passengers of United Flight 93, who with a battle cry of “Let’s roll!” took on the terrorists of 9/11 and beat them, even as they sacrificed themselves to save others. More recently, we witnessed that same spirit in Oregon, when three strangers stepped up to defend a woman they didn’t even know against a crazed man screaming hateful things at her on a train–and in the resulting fight, two of them paid with their lives. None of these people were looking to be a hero, but when the moment came they took a stand. They did it because they knew it was right–and because they understood that there are some things worth fighting for.
Roy Larner is one of those guys. He happened to be out at the Black & Blue pub in London last Saturday, hoisting a few pints with friends when terror struck. The three Islamist attackers who had just mowed down pedestrians on the London Bridge only minutes earlier came crashing through the front door of the pub, looking to kill even more innocents. Larner, however, was having none of it. The British paper The Sun talked to him about what happened next:
“They had these long knives and started shouting about Allah. Then it was, ‘Islam, Islam, Islam’.
“Like an idiot I shouted back at them. I thought, ‘I need to take the p*** out of these b******s’.”
“I took a few steps towards them and said, ‘F*** you, I’m Millwall’. So they started attacking me.
“I stood in front of them trying to fight them off. Everyone else ran to the back.
“I was on my own against all three of them, that’s why I got hurt so much.
“It was just me, trying to grab them with my bare hands and hold on. I was swinging.
“I got stabbed and sliced eight times. They got me in my head, chest and both hands. There was blood everywhere.
“They were saying, ‘Islam, Islam!’. I said again, ‘F*** you, I’m Millwall!’
“It was the worst thing I could have done as they carried on attacking me.
“Luckily, none of the blows were straight at me or I’d be dead.”
Larner kept the terrorists busy long enough for the other bar patrons to flee, undoubtedly saving a lot of lives in the process. He must have also convinced them to seek out an easier target, because moments later they left the Black & Blue. Even with multiple stab wounds, Larner stumbled after them–just in time to see his assailants get shot down by police.
For his bravery, Larner is now being called the Lion of London Bridge. Quite fitting, seeing as the Millwall football team he invoked in his battle cry is called the Lions.
“F*** you, I’m Millwall!” indeed.
People love this story because it gives them a bright moment in the midst of tragedy–but I also think that it stirs them at an even deeper level, one in which they can be proud of the quintessential British values that Roy Larner embodies. Those same values have been so beaten down by multiculturalist tropes that the British people have been conditioned to reject their own culture as racist and imperialist—a condition that has created a huge vacuum, and sent many young people in search of an identity that radical Islam is more than happy to provide. Watching a bloke like Roy Larner turn that around, beating back the tossers with a pint in one hand and a middle finger extended from the other, is a reminder that the Brits are better than that–and that their culture, their spirit, their Britishness will always win the day no matter what.
So here’s wishing you a speedy recovery, Roy, and a swift return to the Black & Blue! I have a feeling that you’ll never have to pay for your drinks again.