No More Mosques: Britain Must Reclaim Its Christian Soul

Britain is not a blank slate. We are not an abstract “economic zone” or a loose collection of floating individuals. We are a nation, forged over centuries of war, worship, and work, rooted in one thing above all: Christianity.

Our laws are Christian. Our monarchy is Christian. Our holidays, our cathedrals, our moral instincts, all Christian. You can no more separate Britain from Christianity than you can separate blood from a body. When we forget that, when we retreat into relativism, into cowardice, we begin to lose not only who we are, but what we are. And yet, look around. Mosques rise where churches once stood. The call to prayer echoes where hymns once rang out. We are witnessing not just a demographic shift, but a civilizational one, and it is being welcomed by a ruling class too cowardly, or too corrupted, to say what must be said: No more mosques. Not because we hate Muslims. Not because we fear Islam. But because we love Britain. Because we refuse to sleepwalk into a future where we are strangers in our own land. Where the architecture of our towns, the rituals of our calendar, the very soul of our public life, is no longer Christian, but Islamic. A mosque is not just a building. It is a statement of civilizational confidence. Every new minaret is a marker of Islamic permanence. A flag planted in the spiritual soil of Britain. And when that soil is untended, when our own churches are empty, when our bishops are busy apologizing for being Christian, it’s no wonder Islam grows bold.