In this provincial, very `northern', factual memoir Lockwood has compiled a nostalgic work which describes the stark often sad reality of gradual cultural replacement as seen through the eyes of one man and his family. It seems the county of Yorkshire has a compadre for Canada's Mark Steyn (`America Alone' and `Lights Out') - in that both authors have been dragged through the courts in an effort to silence them.
With blunt trauma prose Lockwood succeeds in showing that British freedoms are in peril due to a kind of cultural suicide propelled by `feel good', self-righteous commissions, and their `head in the sand' guidelines and rules. He also underlines, in a sobering but humorous way, that this unwanted change is further fuelled by those in power and other very `useful idiots', carrying political correctness to ridiculous lengths. The reverse discrimination inflicted on the English over recent decades has created a fear of openly stating the obvious - a fear that Lockwood has thankfully managed to overcome (and some). Other members of the various indigenous classes are not let off the hook, however, particularly the benefit dependent non-working classes' whose problems I would say parallel those of some of the most disenfranchised native communities on reserves in North America.
To surmise Danny Lockwood's book, "The Islamic Republic of Dewsbury" is a stark reminder that England (and the west for that matter) has lost the plot. The unsaid but sad conclusion to this work is that there seems to be no strength of will to address the obvious problems highlighted within. That Lockwood refuses to be quiet on this important matter offers some hope that eventually those in control will hear his and other voices clearly stating `the emperor has no clothes.'
Keep your eye on what happens in the town of Dewsbury - it is `the canary in the (Yorkshire) mine' of things to come.