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November 10, 2014

Belloc’s Prophecy Fulfilled

In January 1937, the month I was born, Hilaire Belloc wrote the following prophetic passage at the end of his book The Crusade:

The comparatively recent domination of Western Europeans, English and French, over Mohammedan lands, is due to causes mainly material and therefore ephemeral. One must always look to moral (or, more accurately, to spiritual) causes for the understanding of human movements and political change. Of these, by  far the most important is the philosophy adopted by the community, whether that philosophy can be fully expressed as a religion, or taken for granted without overt definition.

Now it is true that on the spiritual side Islam had declined in one factor wherein we of the West had not declined, and that was the factor of energy allied to, and productive of, tenacity and   continuity of conduct. But on the other hand, in the major thing of all, Religion, we have fallen back and Islam has in the main preserved its soul. Modern Europe and particularly Western Europe has progressively lost its religion, and especially that united religious doctrine permeating the whole community, which unity gives spiritual strength to that community.

There is with us a complete chaos in religious doctrine, where religious doctrine is still held, and even in that part of the European population where the united doctrine and definition of Catholicism survives, it survives as something to which the individual is attached rather than the community. As nations we worship ourselves, we worship the nation; or we worship (some few of us) a particular economic arrangement believed to be the satisfaction of social justice. Those who direct us, and from whom the tone of our policy is taken, have no major spiritual interest. Their major personal interest is private gain, and this mood is reflected in the outer forms of government by the establishment of plutocracy.

Islam has not suffered this spiritual decline; and in the certitudes still strong throughout the Mohammedan world, as lively in India as in Morocco, active throughout North Africa, even inflamed through contrast and the feeling of repression in Syria–more particularly in Palestine–lies our peril.

We have returned to the Levant, we have returned apparently more as masters than ever we were during the struggle of the Crusades, but we have returned bankrupt in that spiritual wealth which was the glory of the Crusades…These lines were written in the month of January, 1937; perhaps before they appear in print the rapidly developing situation in the Middle East will have marked some notable change. Perhaps that change will be deferred, but change there will be, continuous and great. Nor does it seem probable that at the end of such a change, especially if the process be prolonged, Islam will be the loser.

I believe Belloc would have quite surprised at how accurate his prediction has proved to be, even though that change was in fact deferred by the Second World War.  But he would have been astonished, and indeed appalled, by how much the change has been in Islam’s favour. The tables have been turned: France is menaced by hundreds of thousands of Algerian settlers who have no intention of being assimilated, and Britain has been quietly swamped by  equally intransigent Moslem immigrants from Pakistan, Bangla Desh, Somalia and elsewhere. Neither country has the spiritual strength to withstand the peril it is now facing.

One man who does understand the situation  very well, even though he is totally anti-religious, is David Abbott, who sums up  the situation very well in his book Dark Albion:  A Requiem for the English:

[P]arts of our towns now resemble Islamabad, complete with sharia law, political corruption, paedophile grooming gangs, burkas, oppression of women and female genital mutilation. Twenty-five thousand immigrant girls suffer this abuse every year in Britain, with not a single arrest for this criminal offence…

Britain is now a society loosened to its very foundations by a copious admixture of foreigners, an imperfect fusion of races, its people disunited by successive immigrations and threatened by a totalitarian religious ideology. The contemporary sound of our island is the noise of the Tower of Babel.

And all this was deliberate policy, epic treachery on a scale with that of classic traitors such as Coriolanus, who waged war on his native Rome, and Judas, the greatest sinner in Dante’s Divine Comedy, in which traitors suffer the worst torments in the deepest part of hell.

He is referring of course to politicians of all three of the main political parties–particularly the Labour Party. The middle-class socialists and liberals who decide what is politically and socially acceptable don’t live anywhere near the working-class in whose interests they purpose to act but whom, in reality, they  despise. No, they dwell in nice leafy suburbs far from the Islamified neighbourhoods so graphically described in Mr Abbott’s furious diatribe.  (His chapters “Hideously Moslem” and  “What a Load of Ol’ Shiite” are particularly vituperative.)

Abbott quotes a vicar’s wife who wrote that Inner-city Birmingham has been a police no-go area for 20 years. Whenever she went out of doors after dark, locals assumed that as a white woman she must be a prostitute. Most of the run-down Irish pubs had been turned into mosques. An increasing number of Moslems had been arriving in the area with EU passports. She asked one of them, newly arrived from Antwerp, why he had come. He was surprised she should ask such a question, and replied: “Everybody know. Birmingham best place in Europe to be pure Moslem.”

Abbott finishes his book with a scary but quite believable chapter entitled “William the Conquered 2066”, in which he imagines what Britain might be like in just over 50 years’ time. Moslems are in control of government.  Churches are being turned into mosques or madrassas.  Sharia law is rapidly being  introduced. Ambitious men are converting to Islam in the same spirit as many people in the Soviet Union  joined the Communist Party, as a career move.  Virtuous Moslems are campaigning to change the names of streets, replacing the names of  monarchs and ministers, soldiers and sailors with heroes of Islam . Society is ruled and policed by swarthy sanctimonious men who consult nothing but their old books.  Ham and bacon are outlawed. During Ramadan, restaurants are  open for only two hours,  at dusk.  Doddery old King William (the present Queen’s grandson) receives a delegation of a dozen Moslem politicians, with bushy beards and shaven upper lips. They have a series of  non-negotiable demands, one of which is that his  granddaughter be made to marry a Moslem.

I had intended to mention Abbott’s attitude to religion in general, which is somewhat inconsistent. But I think I’ll leave that for the present.

 

 

 

 

 

 

November 4, 2014

Obsessed with Diversity

The mental illness of our age, says David Abbott, is multiculturalism, the obsession with diversity, the eagerness to abandon our own  customs. He is talking about England, but Ireland too has already progressed a fair way  along that particular road.

Take, for example, the calendar put out by Radio Telefis Eireann.  In the month of October we are informed that the 3rd was Yom Kippur, the 4th the Islamic festival of Eid al-Adha, the 23rd the Hindu festival of Diwali, and the 24th the Islamic New Year.  Then, of course, that the 31st is Hallowe’en.  Turn over to November 1st and 2nd, and there is no mention of All Saints and All Souls–although hundreds of  thousands of Irish Catholics (possibly millions) still regard  these days as extremely significant.  (It occurs to  me on re-reading this that the majority of RTE bosses probably  don’t regard them as significant at all.) I checked some of the other months, and found no mention of Ash Wednesday  although Good Friday and Easter Sunday are included. It’s a relief to see that St Patrick’s Day, at least, is included too.  We are informed that May 14 is Wesak (Buddha Day) and that Ramadan begins on June 28 and ends on July 27.  Lent is ignored.  July 12 is Dharma Day (another Buddhist holiday)  and September 24 is Rosh Hashana. No sign at all, of course, of Our Lady’s feasts of  the Assumption and the Immaculate Conception. Christmas is still there, thank God.

It’s become a lot worse across the Channel. As Mr  Abbott notes in his ground-breaking work Dark Albion: A Requiem for the English:

Schools with many ethnic pupils exclude Christmas festivities, and local councils use some word other than Christmas on their seasonal cards. Stoke City Council celebrates `Winterfest`, while Oakengates Town Council in Telford, Shropshire has its `winter celebrations`–all in the cause of `not offending other cultures`.

Birmingham City Council meanwhile is an avid supporter of the annual Islamic Awareness Week (funded with taxpayers’ money, of course) and in 2010 the Department of Health announced that female Moslem staff would be permitted to cover their arms in hospital wards despite strict dress codes introduced in 2007 to prevent the spread of deadly hospital superbugs, blamed on long sleeves.

Abbott relates several many such tales of “positive discrimination” carried to  absurd extremes  including one about the charming Moslem custom of honour killing.–usually of  a wife  suspected of infidelity or a daughter accused of having an affair with a man disapproved of by the family. In 1995  Tasleem Begum aged 21 was killed by her brother-in-law Shabir Hussain.  He ran her over in his car, reversed over her and sped forward once more, crushing her three times. He pleaded in court that the balance of his mind had been altered by the great shame she had brought to the family. The plea was accepted and he was jailed for just three years–for manslaughter. Abbot comments:

Culture has become an excuse for many crimes, including murder.  If Aztecs had survived the Spanish invasion and some of them were now in Britain, we would no doubt be hearing justifications of the ritual essential to their `faith`–that of human sacrifice.

I meant to include more of David Abbott’s comments on Islam and indeed on religion  in general in this post, but I think I’ll leave them till later.

 

October 30, 2014

A Requiem for the English

David Abbott is an old-fashioned newspaper reporter, and so he notices things and can describe them in entertaining detail.  There are not many of his sort left,  although there were plenty of working-class reporters around when I first entered journalism.   Most journalists these days have been to good schools and university and feel that mere reportage is beneath them; it gets in the way of their own important opinions. Too many of them have implicitly inverted the famous dictum of C.P. Scott  of the Manchester Guardian to read “Facts are free, but comment is sacred.”

Mr Abbott is a Cockney, and a very angry one. He is infuriated, frustrated and saddened by the way his country, particularly his native Greenwich, has  been transformed–swamped by vast numbers of immigrants who have no intention of adapting themselves to the ways of the indigenous population, and are well on the way to turning it into a dysfunctional, multicultural babel.  And politicians of all three of the main parties don’t care; this  isn’t a serious problem for them, or for most of the comfortable middle class. They like dining in  exotic ethnic restaurants, and it’s good to be able to pick and choose from so many nannies.

David Abbott wrote Dark Albion: A Requiem for the English as a result of an encounter with an old man called Frank, a friend of his late father,  in Greenwich.

Though the pavement is packed with people waiting for a bus, we are the only ones speaking English. Where in the past there would have been an orderly queue of Cockneys is now a haphazard crowd of settlers…On this freezing day with snowflakes hovering in the air  and dusting shoulders, several are wearing tropical clothes… No one has any concern for who was there before them. This is the new way of waiting for a bus. The likes of Frank and me, heirs to a different custom, find it disturbing.

Suddenly there is a commotion by the Green. Several groups of children going home from school have seen their bus coming and have merged to break into a stampede across the Royal Standard junction, ignoring vehicles and causing drivers to brake sharply. The children all come from a local Church of England secondary school which was founded in 1700. Its website says it `values diversity and is sensitive to the range of traditions and cultures represented in the community it serves`. In reality the diversity of the community is not represented. All of the school’s pupils are black…Recently while going home from school one of the children stabbed another with a knife…In the past, four policemen at a scene signified a serious crime, while mounted bobbies were only seen at big football matches. Now they signal obnoxious children going home from school.  The stampede is an incongruous as a herd of wildebeest streaming across an English road.

When the bus arrives, all the seats are taken, a brown face framed in every window. Inter-ethnic squabbles break out among those trying to get on, and a policeman has to sort out the unpleasantness.

Although Frank and I have lived in this area all our lives, we feel out of place. Our existence does not register with the pushy newcomers who surround us. We have a strange, unpleasant feeling of irrelevance. We are invisible.

Frank becomes angry. He mutters: `What are they all doing ‘ere?`

I put a finger to my lips. Such talk could get him jailed.

He nods. `I’ll walk dahn the ‘ill,` he says.

`Be careful of the ice,` I say.

As he turns away he asks in a whisper, `Can you describe this in one of yer books?`

`I can,` I say, and he smiles fleetingly.

And that’s how Dark Albion came to be written.  More about this book anon.

October 27, 2014

The NUJ: Enemy of Free Speech

“Why do you have to keep banging on about the National Union of Journalists? ” Irish colleagues used to ask me. I always responded by instancing the NUJ’s vicious pro-abortion policy, which compelled its members, through their subscriptions, to support the British National Abortion Campaign which  was pressing for abortion on demand, for any reason, right up to birth. Very few of them took any notice, some saying they were personally pro-life, as though that absolved them from all responsibility.

Anyway, a trade union  should surely refrain from pressurising its members to take one particular side on a subject as controversial as abortion. Particularly when these members are journalists, and therefore in a position to influence public opinion.

I have just read a book which confirms my opinion of  the NUJ.  But  the work is not not about abortion at all; for all I know, the author Dave Abbott, a retired sports journalist, may be quite anti-life. He’s certainly anti-religion. It’s called Dark Albion: A Requiem for the English (Sparrow Books, 2013) and it’s a howl of protest against  the things Abbott thinks have gone wrong with his country. Leftists would call  it as a “racist” book, but  it’s much too  profound and well argued to be dismissed like that.

I intend  to do at least one more post on Abbott’s book, as I think it’s important, but for now I want to concentrate on his ferocious attack on the NUJ and its “Guidelines on Race Reporting” issued in the 1970s. He describes it as “an influential document in the suppression of free speech in this country”. As he says, the guidelines state clearly that parties opposed to mass immigration must be reported only in negative terms, that journalists must promote immigration,  and that whenever settlers (by which he means immigrants) commit a crime their ethnicity should ideally not be revealed.  As he says, the document resembles a Communist Party directive in the Soviet Union, rigid instructions rather than guidelines:

It stridently champions diversity and multi-culturalism, banning NUJ members from even the slightest criticism of ethnic settlers…For decades journalists have used their influence to manipulate public opinion and the main reason for that are these strict guidelines which all journalists must respect and which dictate what can or cannot be written or broadcast. These guidelines imposed by the NUJ have had a baneful effect on British democracy by establishing systematic censorship.

Three weeks after two Moslems hacked to death soldier Lee Rigby in Woolwich, and tried to decapitate him,  just down the road in Thamesmead a man named Daha Mohammed slit the throat of a disabled man in a wheelchair named Colin Greenway. Journalists could not cope with this murder. It came too soon after the Rigby killing, was too nearby and had a similar element of Moslem butchery. And so there was a news blackout.

(There was indeed; but it  transpired that the killer was mentally ill and pleaded guilty to manslaughter.)

These guidelines had been created by one Denis MacShane, who was sacked by the BBC after using a fake name to call a radio phone-in  programme he was working on at the time. During this call he accused the leading Conservative politician Reginald Maudling of being a crook, for which Maudling threatened to sue the BBC. Despite being discredited as a journalist, MacShane remained an NUJ official, even becoming its president.  The distinguished London Times columnist Bernard Levin wrote:

I do not much care to be told how to do my job as a journalist by a journalist who was sacked for professional misconduct, has been unable to find regular employment ever since, and at present lives on a payment which comes out of the  union subscriptions paid by me and my fellow members of the NUJ.

Perhaps the crowning irony is that the BBC sticks rigidly  to the  “Guidelines on Race Reporting”.  So the organisation  obeys the rules of  the man it fired for misconduct.

MacShane then entered politics, becoming Labour MP for  Rotherham in Yorkshire. In this capacity he stole thousands of pounds of taxpayers’ money by filing fraudulent expenses claims. In 2012 he had to resign after the House of Commons Standards and Privileges Committee suspended him for a year for the “gravest” abuse of expenses they had ever seen. He admitted faking 19 invoices totalling £12, 900. He escaped going to prison for fraud only because he insisted the evidence against him was protected by parliamentary privilege and could not be used in court, and the  Commons agreed that this was indeed the case.  MacShane had already trousered  £125,000 over seven years in expenses by claiming his shabby garage was his constituency office.