XYZ Live #28: Interview with Blair Cottrell


Last night, The XYZ was fortunate enough to secure the first on-air interview with Blair Cottrell since he sent the Australian left into meltdown after appearing on Sky News on Sunday, August 5. He had postponed last week – timing is a beautiful thing.

If you want to view the verboten Sky News interview, you can still watch it on Blair’s Twitter. As for The XYZ, David Hiscox and Matty’s Modern Life took the opportunity to ask Blair some of the questions he was asked on Sky News the night before, plus a few of their own.

We discussed the failure of multiculturalism, and the fact that the word “diversity” comes from the word “division” – how can strength come from something that is literally divisive? Blair covered how he discusses multiculturalism with people, and explained that given it takes a long time for people to become comfortable with the idea of multiculturalism, it is going to take a similar length of time to change their minds against it, thus patience is the key.

We spent some time on why the left and the mainstream media are so determined to deny Cottrell access to a mass audience – he has a way of communicating which gets people to question and challenge the multicultural, Cultural Marxist system.

Blair was given the chance to explain the full circumstances of his confrontation with a bizarrely dressed street performer at Federation Square – it appears he actually showed considerable reatraint but seemed to trigger in the performer an intense psychological reaction.

On the topic of Tommy Robinson’s release from prison in Great Britain, Blair related to his own time in incarceration and pointed out that like the UK, Australia has a disproportionate number of muslims in the prison system.  These muslims systematically bully non-muslim inmates and are given preferential treatment. This was one of the things which made Blair aware of the danger of Islam. Blair also pointed out that like Great Britain, gag orders prohibit the reporting of trials in Victorian courts regarding muslim crime families, for their involvement in the drug war raging across Melbourne’s north. Machine guns are being used in murders, yet the public remains largely ignorant of the fact.

Overall, we found Blair Cottrell to be an excellent interview subject. He speaks clearly and efficiently, considering his words but delivering them with ease. He challenged us on a couple of subjects, particularly over sport, arguing that the sense of victory one gets from watching one’s team win can drain you of the desire to seek victories for oneself.

We would like to thank Blair Cottrell for his time, look forward to speaking with him again, and if would like to become a regular contributor to The XYZ, he is always welcome to make submissions 😉


  • James Sibelius

    You defend this white trash piece of shit? He belongs in fucking solitary confinement.

    • MatrixTransform

      Form all your deeply measured and thoroughly considered opinions based on reporting from the Daily Mail or do you read The Age as well?

      • Micaiah

        You made a typo. You meant to say ‘The garbAge’.

      • Jonathan

        The Age-Sydney Morning Herald-Brisbane Times are the SAME PAPER, and don’t expect to get a news comment printed unless you’re making some infantile comment about the right or unless you’re Ross of Mallabula (Dr Leonard Ross Devine of Mallabula, that is).

    • Mattys Modern Life

      There is nothing to defend and your attacks prove this.

  • MatrixTransform

    By Maurice Ogden

    Into our town the hangman came,
    smelling of gold and blood and flame.
    He paced our bricks with a different air,
    and built his frame on the courthouse square.

    The scaffold stood by the courthouse side,
    only as wide as the door was wide
    with a frame as tall, or a little more,
    than the capping sill of the courthouse door.

    And we wondered whenever we had the time,
    Who the criminal? What the crime?
    The hangman judged with the yellow twist
    of knotted hemp in his busy fist.

    And innocent though we were with dread,
    we passed those eyes of buckshot lead.
    Till one cried, “Hangman, who is he,
    for whom you raised the gallows-tree?”

    Then a twinkle grew in his buckshot eye
    and he gave a riddle instead of reply.
    “He who serves me best,” said he
    “Shall earn the rope on the gallows-tree.”

    And he stepped down and laid his hand
    on a man who came from another land.
    And we breathed again, for anothers grief
    at the hangmans hand, was our relief.

    And the gallows frame on the courthouse lawn
    by tomorrow’s sun would be struck and gone.
    So we gave him way and no one spoke
    out of respect for his hangmans cloak.

    The next day’s sun looked mildly down
    on roof and street in our quiet town;
    and stark and black in the morning air
    the gallows-tree on the courthouse square.

    And the hangman stood at his usual stand
    with the yellow hemp in his busy hand.
    With his buckshot eye and his jaw like a pike,
    and his air so knowing and business-like.

    And we cried, “Hangman, have you not done,
    yesterday with the alien one?”
    Then we fell silent and stood amazed.
    “Oh, not for him was the gallows raised.”

    He laughed a laugh as he looked at us,
    “Do you think I’ve gone to all this fuss,
    To hang one man? That’s the thing I do.
    To stretch the rope when the rope is new.”

    Above our silence a voice cried “Shame!”
    and into our midst the hangman came;
    to that mans place, “Do you hold,” said he,
    “With him that was meat for the gallows-tree?”

    He laid his hand on that one’s arm
    and we shrank back in quick alarm.
    We gave him way, and no one spoke,
    out of fear of the hangmans cloak.

    That night we saw with dread surprise
    the hangmans scaffold had grown in size.
    Fed by the blood beneath the chute,
    the gallows-tree had taken root.

    Now as wide, or a little more
    than the steps that led to the courthouse door.
    As tall as the writing, or nearly as tall,
    half way up on the courthouse wall.

    The third he took, we had all heard tell,
    was a usurer…, an infidel.
    And “What” said the hangman, “Have you to do
    with the gallows-bound…, and he a Jew?”

    And we cried out, “Is this one he
    who has served you well and faithfully?”
    The hangman smiled, “It’s a clever scheme
    to try the strength of the gallows beam.”

    The fourth man’s dark accusing song
    had scratched our comfort hard and long.
    “And what concern,” he gave us back,
    “Have you … for the doomed and black?”

    The fifth, the sixth, and we cried again,
    “Hangman, hangman, is this the man?”
    “It’s a trick”, said he, “that we hangman know
    for easing the trap when the trap springs slow.”

    And so we ceased and asked now more
    as the hangman tallied his bloody score.
    And sun by sun, and night by night
    the gallows grew to monstrous height.

    The wings of the scaffold opened wide
    until they covered the square from side to side.
    And the monster cross beam looking down,
    cast its shadow across the town.

    Then through the town the hangman came
    and called through the empy streets…my name.
    I looked at the gallows soaring tall
    and thought … there’s no one left at all

    for hanging … and so he called to me
    to help take down the gallows-tree.
    And I went out with right good hope
    to the hangmans tree and the hangmans rope.

    He smiled at me as I came down
    to the courthouse square…through the silent town.
    Supple and stretched in his busy hand,
    was the yellow twist of hempen strand.

    He whistled his tune as he tried the trap
    and it sprang down with a ready snap.
    Then with a smile of awful command,
    He laid his hand upon my hand.

    “You tricked me Hangman.” I shouted then,
    “That your scaffold was built for other men,
    and I’m no henchman of yours.” I cried.
    “You lied to me Hangman, foully lied.”

    Then a twinkle grew in his buckshot eye,
    “Lied to you…tricked you?” He said “Not I…
    for I answered straight and told you true.
    The scaffold was raised for none but you.”

    “For who has served more faithfully?
    With your coward’s hope.” said He,
    “And where are the others that might have stood
    side by your side, in the common good?”

    “Dead!” I answered, and amiably
    “Murdered,” the Hangman corrected me.
    “First the alien … then the Jew.
    I did no more than you let me do.”

    Beneath the beam that blocked the sky
    none before stood so alone as I.
    The Hangman then strapped me…with no voice there
    to cry “Stay!” … for me in the empty square.

    THE BOTTOM LINE: “…I did no more than you let me do.”

  • Jonathan

    Hello David,

    Please pose this question to Blair next time you see him – WHY NOT RUN FOR THE SENATE? With all this free publicity and an election just around the corner, he should give it a go. Its the best chance of a real nationalist getting into federal Parliament. Dr Jim Saleam has a record and has run for seats in Sydney, Riverina and most recently in Longman, Queensland? So surely there is a way?

    • David Hiscox

      That is a really good point, Jonathan. A seat in the Senate would certainly help break him out of the box the elites are trying to put him in. I will ask him.

      • Jonathan

        The same thing happened to Hanson, all this slander and libel just built One Nation, people looked past the media BS, then they got the 11 seats in Queensland and now Hanson is a senator, though we need someone more effective than Hanson in Parliament.

      • Jonathan

        Not only that, Blair needs to sue the Financial Times for libel and defamation of character by printing that article saying he was defending terrorism charges. Don’t ask for apologies, go for the big money this time, they’ve dug a real hole for themselves with this one. And don’t forget to lodge Press Council complaints, Blair, on the JTA as well. Good luck.

  • Gary Slenders

    I have to credit you and Matt for changing my mind about Blair. Pull away all the garbage that has been piled on him over time and he turns out to be a reasonable guy. No saint by any means but not the mindless thug that the media prefer to portray him as. Sky news as far as I am concerned is almost Schizophrenic in its behaviour. Invite controversial guests on and then go bananas afterwards because the guest is controversial. What is that all about? Bonus is that without even breaking a sweat, Blair Cottrell has managed to destroy the career of Jacinta Allan. Love it! It was a great interview, absolutely brilliantly timed and I for one would be happy to see him on the livestream again.