We were recently told that the renewed French riots spring “in part from anger over entrenched discrimination against immigrants and their French-born children, many of them Muslims from former French colonies in Africa.”
And in the same article this as well:
“Defense Minister Michele Alliot-Marie, who is considering whether to run for president, said that attacks demonstrate ‘a desire to kill.’
‘Some individuals are looking for provocations, and sometimes go further,’ she said on i-Tele television. She acknowledged people facing unemployment and living in overcrowded housing projects ‘have trouble finding their place’ in society.” — from this article
The article’s author apparently thinks it is part of his job to tell us that when people in gangs, many of them with handguns, hijack busses, and turn the terrified passengers out, and then burn those busses, “many of them [are] Muslims.” Yet ordinarily all of them are Muslims, with the appearance occasionally of one or two non-Muslim immigrants who are too terrified not to go along, and have already imbibed from the ambient air the same attitudes exhibited by Muslims who grow up in societies suffused with Islam — in Paris as in Quetta or Riyadh or Baghdad.
And that author also takes it upon himself to supply the reader with a motive — the motive never being Islam, but always being something else, in this case “anger over entrenched discrimination.” What “entrenched discrimination”? Ask the non-Muslim immigrants, the Chinese or Vietnamese or Hindus or Antillais. Ask Madame Belaya, or for that matter de author of “Un plat de porc…” if they suffer discrimination in that land of la carriere ouverte aux talents.
What maddens these people is that they are Muslim, and should by rights rule. They cannot wait, cannot wait until the local Infidels must yield, cannot wait until inexorable demographic trends will allow them to dominate the historic lands of the West. Long before they become an absolute majority, power will be in their hands. But even now, they cannot wait to dominate the most interesting, tolerant, humane, and intelligent society yet produced, while Islam remains forever a primitive belief-system that keeps people primitive, favoring despotism because the Ruler, if Muslim, is to be obeyed; favoring economic stasis because of inshallah-fatalism; devoid of a morality other than the morality of Us and Them, Believer and Infidel; an incurably collectivist faith that is not interested in individual rights or freedom of conscience but by force would keep people as recruits for the Army of Islam. And so all of Europe may be lost only because people will not come to their senses in time, in numbers sufficient to save them.
As for Michele Alliot-Marie, with her own presidential ambitions, over recent years she has shown a palpable want of sympathy or understanding for the United States. She has no sympathy whatsoever for its attempts to deal, most clumsily and imperfectly, with the worldwide Jihad (the so-called “war on terrorism” that has us clinging to tarbaby Iraq), or for Israel for its attempts to deal, most clumsily and imperfectly, with the Lesser Jihad being permanently engaged against it.
If Jacques Chirac can say that “Europe owes as much to Islam as it does to Christianity,” that is far worse and more damaging a lie than most of the lies politicians tell as a matter of routine. Why the French are entangling themselves in lies, little and big, and how their ruling classes think that will get them out of the real fix they are in, is beyond understanding.
But most of the French are concerned only with the great business of living: metro, boulot, dodo. Besides, it wasn’t my car. And no one I know had a car that was burned. And about the so-called crisis in schools — well my kids are out of school. No, I forgot, I don’t have any kids. And I don’t live anywhere near those quartiers. Why would I? And what do I care if I can’t visit St. Denis? I don’t care about old kings of France. And who wants to go to the Eiffel Tower anyway? And the Champs Elysees — that’s been going downhill for years, full of record stores and fast-food joints. Why should I care if no one goes there anymore?
Listen (they say), this whole thing just depresses me. Stop talking about it. I’m thinking of taking my holiday this year outside France. All this blablabla from Monsieur Le President is getting to me. I don’t want to think about it. J’en ai marre. Possibly a holiday even outside of Europe. But I want to make plans now, well in advance — that’s always a smart thing to do. Saves time, money, and if you can make your plans way in advance, you can get a real bargain. But I’d like to go to someplace with lots of museums, and sleeping greens sloping to baby rivers in college towns, and concert halls, and old stones, everything patina-ed by time and Western man, and nowhere a hint or a whiff of Qur’an and Hadith, and therefore of Jihad and dhimmitude as well, as carried by so many nowadays in their mental baggage.
Where do you recommend I go? And for how long will that recommendation remain valid?