The Blessings of Immigration and Diversity

The following opinion piece appeared in Britain’s Telegraph. It talks about a gruesome gang rape and mutilation of a school girl by “five black youths.”  Gang rapes were simply unheard of in the 1950s and 60s before massive immigration. In fact, I can’t think of such a gruesome group attack, punctuated with the use of caustic Drano, on any poor girl, by Whites in that period.  Yet, this kind of evil and brutality has become quite common not just in London, but in Stockholm, Sweden, Frankfurt, Germany and is in no way out of the ordinary in hundreds of American cities. Yet, somehow, those of us who have warned of the dangers of immigration for years have been characterized as the evil ones. Yet, if we had our way, the evil that occurred to this school girl would not have been done. In 1976 I traveled to the UK and appeared on the largest watched show in Britain, The Tonight Show  and told the audience that I was like a Paul Revere in reverse and that there was still time for Britain to avoid the horrible racial violence that plagued America. Enoch Powell did the same thing for years. The people listened,  for the British people have overwhelmingly opposed Third World immigration. However, the politicians didn’t. If they would have listened, that 16 year old schoolgirl would not be in agonizing pain fighting for her life. Ironic isn’t it, how we are the ones to media loves to characterize as evil! Well, I know who the evil ones really are, the ones who caused this and thousands of other atrocities to plague our European nations! – David Duke

Is it any wonder people are fleeing London?
By Jan Moir

In a north London suburb last week, a schoolgirl was beaten, gang-raped and then had drain-cleaning fluid poured on her body apparently to destroy DNA evidence. In the eternal cesspit of senseless urban crime, I feel that a dreadful nadir of sorts has been reached, a benchmark of slaked lust and casual, sadistic cruelty.

Police sources say the 16-year-old will never fully recover from the injuries caused by the caustic soda and, at the time of writing, she remains under heavy sedation in a burns unit, fighting for her life.

One could weep an ocean for this young woman, her life ruined by these savages, who hunted in a pack like animals and dragged her to an empty house, caring nothing for her wellbeing or future.
 
 Drain cleaner? The callous premeditation is shocking, and underlines the fact that some of the rootless delinquents who roam the London streets are now scraping the bottom of the barrel of humanity.

I’m almost embarrassed to say that the attackers have been described as “five black youths”, in case you think I’m being racist in highlighting this crime.

Yes, these are the peculiar times we live in, particularly in a week when Trevor Phillips, the chairman of the Equality and Human Rights Commission, has pointed out that “white flight is accelerating” as Britain becomes increasingly polarised along ethnic lines.

Following the controversy started by the Bishop of Rochester, who said that some Muslim enclaves were “no-go areas” for Christians, it all seems to suggest a country that is becoming increasingly fragmented; a patchwork of rigidly delineated little pockets of race and religion, knots of unyielding humanity who just can’t rub along with each other.

This is not a Britain many of us would care to recognise, or even want to live in, although it is true that certain sectors of the middle class are fleeing from inner London like pashmina-wrapped lemmings, desperate to escape the creeping spread of urban decay.

Last year, nearly a quarter of a million decent, law-abiding citizens packed their bags and left the capital for good, seeking what they hope will be a better life elsewhere. They moved to outer boroughs, other city suburbs, rural areas, abroad, the back end of beyond, anywhere but here.

While their fairytale, roses-around-the-door belief in the safety of the countryside and the romantic ideal of a thatched cottage for two is touching, it does point to an underlying urban unease.

I would rather take my chances in the city than the country, but one can hardly blame them for wanting to move.

Elsewhere in London this week, a medical student was stabbed to death in a row over an orange in a Brixton fruit shop. A pupil who was expelled for allegedly having a knife took his school to the High Court. And about the time most of us were sitting down to dinner, watching The Bill on television or putting the children to bed, a teenage girl underwent an unimaginable ordeal in an ordinary suburban street.

What is going to happen to those of us left to live here if youths across the city continue to feel quite comfortable and confident in running amok? That’s before you even factor in the older, more professional criminal gangs from more than 25 countries, who operate prosperous drug trafficking, people smuggling, prostitution, money laundering and fraud rackets on the capital’s streets.

London is a welcoming city, where home-grown and particularly international criminal networks are flourishing nicely. Somewhere in the city, a great termite nest of law-breaking and corruption grows by the day, nourished by immigrants, some of them illegal, from Algeria, Nigeria, Jamaica and Pakistan, among others.

Is it racist to point that out, too? I don’t know any more. All I know is that London has room to absorb them all, particularly as so many of its citizens have recently left in a hurry. And while cosy family evenings by the fire remain one of the few benefits of a wet British winter, how alarming that fewer and fewer people feel safe doing this inside their own homes