There Is God And There Are The Peaky Blinders - Bbc

Ah, Mr. Shelby, we've been waiting for you. We've been waiting for you to see us, to acknowledge us, to understand the impact of your actions. It's 6:30 in the morning, the air is thick with anticipation, and yet, we don't smoke, we don't curse, we don't point fingers at the innocent. But you do, Mr. Shelby. You do.

The Christian Foundation: A Beacon of Hope

You ask what this meeting is about. It's about the Christian Foundation, the largest single source of funding for this charitable institution, dedicated to the care of orphan girls in South Birmingham. We are grateful for the support they provide, but your actions have cast a shadow over this charitable work.

The Silent Witness

Your testimony, Mr. Shelby, is akin to that of the children we serve. You've spoken to God, you've claimed to be His witness. But the children we serve, they've spoken to a different god - a god made of bricks and houses, a god that beats them, a god that leaves them scarred and afraid.

The Peaky Blinders and Sparkling Small Heath

You're a part of the Peaky Blinders, a notorious gang from Birmingham. But we, the children of Sparkling Small Heath, are much closer in time than God. We've heard the tales of your sins, Mr. Shelby. Your own sins are legendary, a testament to the violence and cruelty you've inflicted.

The Sins of the Past

You've fathered a child of mixed race, a child you've tried to distance yourself from. You've washed your hands of her, casting her into a different soup. But we've seen the truth, Mr. Shelby. We've seen the truth, and it's ugly.

Your sins against these children, against the black child who hanged herself out of fear of your temper, are unforgivable. We've seen the world broken, and it's your kind who've caused it.

The Broken Eyes

We don't see you as a praying man, Mr. Shelby. We see you as a man who needs to be reminded of his sins, a man who needs to see the broken eyes of the children he's hurt. We've decided to withdraw the funding, to take all children under our own care.

You have no say in this, Mr. Shelby. We are the children, and we will not be silenced. If we come for you, you'll hear the clack of my high heels on the cobblestones, a sound that will echo through your prayers and your crosses.

We will wear high heels, Mr. Shelby, because we are not