Every time I hear the words minority group, I realise that the protection of these minority groups has been long favoured by New Labour and its human rights off-spring, but they have sadly overlooked the indigenous race of England.

I mean the people born and bred in England before World War II. The men who fought to secure our freedom, some never to return home.

The tax-paying people who worked for a pittance, but were never work-shy.

The people whose work pensions disappeared before they could claim it.

Long before mass immigration diluted what was left of the English race.

Christian beliefs were held sacrosanct. A sense of humour was sometimes all we had.

The only mass rally of any significance was the Jarrow marchers, who in their hundreds walked to London, all they wanted was a job.

As were the coal miners who were beaten into submission.

Now pride in St George and our English flag has diminished and it is mainly only displayed at sporting events.

As Great Britain has fragmented, England hasn't even been given its own parliament. I am one part of that minority group.

Margaret Warman, Stall Farm Road, Droitwich Spa