Thursday, 3 November 2016
We moved out of our street just about when the beheading started. Chucking the gays off the taller buildings and setting fire to women who dared show their hair was one thing; we thought, you know, it’s just their way. But it turned out that being male and straight wasn’t enough and those who couldn’t grow a half-decent beard in double quick time soon found themselves on the wrong end of the sharia patrols. Oh and when the chippie shut up shop we knew something wasn’t right. Keith had kept that shop open all through the Kentucky fried chicken riots and the kebab wars; he even dared to stay open late, after the pubs had turned out, but one Saturday evening he just didn’t turn up and that was that.
Next thing we knew it was a halal paper shop or something and we all remarked about how quickly the sale had gone through. After that it was almost a race with house after house putting out For Sale signs and each one being knocked down to less than the last. You hear about house prices in that London – sellers’ market and all that - but here in the old steel towns you take what you can get. I’m bound to get stick for saying it but here on the outskirts of the town my family have lived in for generations everybody says that Enoch was right. Even those who don’t know what an Enoch is...
A story in the Express talks about the bifurcating towns of England; towns splitting on cultural lines and in a follow up, Blackburn comes in for particular scrutiny. If you want a glimpse of pie in the blue sky thinking here, from the first link, are the words of Professor Ted Cantle:
“The focus of policy needs to shift, this is not just about minorities. Politicians and policy-makers need to encourage white British residents to remain in diverse areas. To choose, rather than avoid, diverse areas when they do re-locate, encouraging similar choices with respect to placing pupils in diverse schools. In other words to create a positive choice for mixed areas and a shared society.”
He clearly hasn’t been involved in the process himself. Yeah, right Ted, you keep on smashing away at that square peg all you like but the only way it will fit into the round hole is if you irrevocably damage it.
Multiculturalism is an ideology imposed by clever people who only really associate with other clever people, who are so clever they have trained themselves, yogi-like, to transcend the mortal plane and can’t see cultural differences except as fascinating anthropology. They are so clever that they can look at people from different racial origins and declare they are identical; so clever they can imagine equality and diversity living in harmonious communes. So clever are they that the emperor’s tailors could sell them whole wardrobes of nothing and they could look in the mirror and see only finery.
Well, call me racist but it really isn’t like that at all. Once, the inhabitants of these islands comprised separate warring tribes and many centuries of war and interbreeding finally united the kingdom under one monarch and one set of cultural norms with regional variants but common purpose. Incomers were rapidly assimilated and despite the aphoristic marching whine of the sociologists: ‘we are a nation of immigrants’ the British were largely genetically homogeneous until around the mid-nineteenth century. Immigration didn’t so much change us, but we certainly changed immigrants; that’s why they came here.
But that’s not happening any more. Our oh-so clever and oh-so egalitarian social engineers have ignored the cries of the displaced masses and imposed what amounts to a cultural invasion too big to assimilate and in refusing to integrate it is reversing that homogeneity. The biggest threat to our security is not racial, however, it is an ideology called islam. Soon there may be not only muslim-only sectors, but entire muslim-only towns. When there are British towns in which no British people live - for islam sets itself above history and heredity - we are back to antipathetic, warring tribes. Who does not now see portents of "the River Tiber foaming with much blood'?