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Lotus says
Aug 20, 2019 at 10:22 am
She was a brave, principled woman who was not afraid to speak out. She had a backbone and stood up for western values.
Recently I have been reading ‘The Strange Death of Europe’ (2017) by Douglas Murray. I highly recommend it.
One key thing he says about Europe is that as a culture and civilisation it is tired and clapped-out. This creates a kind of cultural vacuum which can be filled by Muslims.
He notes, for example, the way that Europeans feel guilty about their history and are always apologising for it. This lack of cultural self-confidence can take bizarre forms.
Here’s a quote of one example of this cultural and personal self-flagellation. I could barely believe my eyes when I read it.
QQ/”Mr Hawkins is a [British] theatre director who discovered in mid-life that he was a descendant of a sixteenth-century slave-trader called John Hawkins. In 2006 he was invited by a charity called ‘Lifeline Expedition’ (which organises trips to ‘heal the past’) to go on a ‘sorry’ trip to Gambia.
‘The upshot was that Hawkins joined 26 other slaver descendants in June of that year who paraded through the streets of the capital, Banjul, with chains around their hands and yokes about their necks. As they walked to the 25,000-seater sports stadium Hawkins and the other participants also wore T-shirts with the words ‘So Sorry’ on them.
‘Weeping and on their knees the group apologised in English, French and German to about 18,000 people in the stadium before being ceremonially ‘freed’ of their chains by the Gambian Vice-President, Isatou Njie-Saidy.”/QQ
What nonsense! The slave trade wasn’t good, but what is this mawkish melodrama supposed to achieve?
Murray goes on to note that such guilt trips can be used by savvy political operators.
QQ/”Many years ago, during one of the not-infrequent breakdowns in peace talks between the Israelis and the Palestinians, a journalist was interviewing Yasser Arafat in his offices in Ramallah. Towards the end of the interview one of Arafat’s male assistants came into the Chairman’s office to announce that the American delegation was here.
‘Wondering whether he had stumbled upon a scoop, the journalist asked the Chairman who the Americans in the next room were. ‘They are an American delegation who are doing a tour of the region to apologise for the crusades,’ said Arafat.
‘Then he, and his guest, burst out laughing. They both knew that America had little or no involvement in the wars of the eleventh to thirteenth centuries. But Arafat, at any rate, was happy to indulge the affliction of anyone who believed they had and use it to his own political advantage.”/QQ
Oriana Fallaci warned the world about the mess m*slims were making. Most didn’t listen to her and are now blaming the rapes and murders on islamophobia.
“For many Italians, she is both prophetess and patron Saint”
She should be formally canonized.
I don’t go to raise tents in Mecca. I don’t go to sing Our Fathers and Hail Marys at the tomb of Muhammad. I don’t go to pee on the marble of their mosques, I don’t go to make caca at the feet of their minarets. When I find myself in their countries (something I never derive pleasure from), I never forget I’m a stranger and a guest. I’m careful not to offend them with clothes or gestures or behavior which for us are normal and for them inadmissible. I treat them with dutiful respect, dutiful courtesy. I apologize if through carelessness or ignorance I infringe one of their rules or superstitions. And this cry of pain and indignation I have written you not always with the apocalyptic scenes with which I began my piece before my eyes. At times instead of those I saw an image that for me is symbolic (and therefore infuriating), of the great tent with which for three months a summer ago the Somali Moslems disfigured, defiled, and outraged the Piazza del Duomo in Florence. My city. It was a tent raised to blame, condemn and insult the Italian government that played host to them but didn’t grant them the necessary papers to run around Europe and didn’t let them bring hordes of their relatives into the country Mammas, daddies, brothers, sisters, aunts and uncles, pregnant sisters-in-law and even relatives of relatives. It was a tent situated near the beautiful Archbishop’s Palace and on the sidewalk outside it they put the shoes or the slippers that in their countries they line up outside the mosques. And together with shoes or slippers, empty water bottles they used to wash their feet before prayer. A tent set up in front of the cathedral with the dome by Brunelleschi, beside the baptistery with the golden doors of Ghiberti. A tent, in fine, furnished like a sloppy flat: chairs, tables, sofas, mattresses to sleep or to fuck on, cook stoves to prepare food and befoul the square with smoke and stinking smells. And thanks to the usual insensitivity of the ENEL, which cares about as much about our works of art as it cares about our landscape, it was furnished with electric light. Thanks to a radio-tape player, it was enriched by the tortured voice of a muezzin who regularly exhorted the faithful, deafened the infidels, and drowned out the sound of the church bells. And together with all that, the yellow lines of urine that profaned the marbles of the baptistery. (Good God! They have a long stream, these sons of Allah. How do they manage to hit a target separated from the protective railing and therefore almost two meters away from their urinary organ?) With the yellow lines of urine was the stink of their shit which blocked the gate of San Salvatore al Vescovo: the exquisite Romanesque church (A.D. 1000) which sits on the shoulders of the Piazza del Duomo and which the sons of Allah had turned into a shithouse. You know it well. You know it well because it was I who called you, begging you to speak of it in Il Corriere, remember? I also called the mayor who, I must concede, kindly came to my house. He listened to me, he said I was right. “You’re right, you’re really right…” But the tent wasn’t removed. He forgot about it or couldn’t manage. I also called the Foreign Minister, who was a Florentine, indeed one of those Florentines who speak with a very Florentine accent, not that he was involved in the matter. And he too, I concede, listened to me. He said I was right: “Ah, yes, You’re right. Yes.” But he didn’t raise a finger to remove the tent and as for the sons of Allah who urinated on the Baptistery and shat upon San Salvatore al Vescovo, he soon made them happy. (As far as I know the daddies and mammas and brothers and sisters and aunts and uncles and cousins and pregnant sisters-in-law now are wherever they want to be.) That is, in Florence or other cities in Europe. Then I changed my strategy. I called a friendly cop who runs the security office and said, “Dear officer, I’m not a politician. When I say I’m going to do something, I do it. Moreover I have war experience and I’m wise to certain things. If you don’t remove that frigging tent tomorrow, I’ll burn it. I swear on my honor that I’ll burn it, not even a regiment of carabinieri will be able to stop me, and I want to be arrested for this. Handcuffed and carried off to jail. I’ll wind up in all the papers as a result.” Well, being smarter than the others, in the course of a few hours he took it away. Where the tent had been there was nothing left but a huge disgusting pile of garbage. It was a Pyrrhic Victory. In fact it didn’t in the least influence the creeps who for years have been wounding and humiliating what was the capital of art and culture and beauty. It didn’t in the least discourage the other very arrogant guests of the city: Albanians, Sudanese, Bengalese, Tunisians, Algerians, Pakistani, Nigerians who with such fervor contribute to the drug trade and prostitution, apparently not prohibited by the Koran. Oh, yes: they’re all still where they were before my cop took away the tent. In the courtyard of the Uffizi Gallery, at the foot of Giotto’s tower. In front of the Loggia dell’Orcagna, around the Loggie del Porcellino. In front of the national library, at the entrance of the museums. On the Ponte Vecchio, where every so often they stab or shoot each other. Along the Arno, where they’ve sought and been granted financial support from the municipal government (yes, ladies and gentlemen, financial support). On San Lorenzo’s church square where they get drunk on beer, wine, and liquor, race of hypocrites that they are, and where they utter obscenities to women. (Last summer, on that church square, they did that to me, who am by now an old woman. It goes without saying they brought more harm upon themselves. Oh, they brought more harm on themselves! One is still there moaning over his genitals.) In the historic streets where they bivouac with the pretense of selling “goods.” By “goods” you must understand pocketbooks and suitcases copied from models protected by patents, and therefore illegal, and carvings, pens, African statuettes which ignorant tourists think are sculptures by Bernini, and “stuff to smell.” (“Je connais mes droits,” “I know my rights,” he hissed at me, on the Ponte Vecchio, one I’d seen with his “stuff to smell.”) And too bad if a citizen protests, too bad if he responds with “go exercise those rights at home.” “Racist! Racist!” Too bad if by walking between the goods blocking a passage way a pedestrian damages a so- called Bernini sculpture. “Racist! Racist!” Too bad if a city policeman approaches and attempts an “Honorable son of Allah, sir, would you very much mind moving aside just a hair so people can get by?” They eat him alive. They menace him with a knife. At the very least they insult his mamma and his progenitors. “Racist! Racist!” And people endure with resignation. It has no effect even if you yell at them what my dad shouted during Fascism: “Doesn’t dignity mean anything to you? Don’t you have a little pride, pigs?”ML/NJ
Great, great woman. She was in NYC on 9/11. And she’s the one who confronted the Atatollah Khameini and ripped off her stupid head scarf in front of him. She wrote a brilliant book on islamic fundamentalist terrorism.
Interesting life.
MUSLIMS RAMP UP THE INVASION:
Muslim Caucus to hold first conference (featuring Ihlan Omar)
Aljeezera ^ | 7/23/19 | Martin de Bourmont / FR Posted by DeathBeforeDishonor1
Washington, DC - Muslim political leaders and academics are set to gather in Washington, DC, on Tuesday for what is being billed as the first national gathering of Muslims in politics in United States history. The historic moment comes as President Donald Trump and his supporters ramp up attacks on Ilhan Omar and Rashida Tlaib, the first two Muslim women in Congress.
Organised by the Muslim Caucus, the Muslim Collective for Equitable Democracy 2019 will feature appearances by representatives Omar, as well as a host of other prominent Muslim American figures, including Gold Star father Khizr Khan and Keith Ellison, the first Muslim elected to Congress and current Minnesota attorney general.
But the organisers are disappointed in the low turnout from major Democratic presidential candidates. “We reached out to every single Democratic candidate as well as Republican, the one Republican candidate who is running against Trump,” said Ghazala Salam, president and founder of the Muslim Caucus Education Collective.
“But we did not have any response from their offices. Everyone declined, or responded that they have scheduling conflicts,” she told Al Jazeera. Bernie Sanders will submit a pre-recorded message for the conference, but Salam said that actually taking the time to meet and speak with Muslim voters would send a much stronger message of support. “It’s important for candidates who want to be president to have a plan to speak to every community,” said Salam. “Whether minority or majority ... Muslims, even though we’re a minority right now, we’re facing such discrimination, especially from this administration.”
‘Not a small sideshow in US politics’ The conference comes at a time when rights groups have documented an increase in Islamophobic attacks on Muslim communities and individuals. The Council on American-Islamic Relations (CAIR) recorded a 17 percent increase in anti-Muslim bias incidents in 2017.
It also documented 300 hate crimes against Muslim Americans in 2017, a 15 percent increase from the previous year.
“Trump’s xenophobic rhetoric, both prior to and during the course of his presidency, emboldened those who sought to express their anti-Muslim bias and provided a veneer of legitimacy to bigotry in the public sphere,” CAIR said in its 2018 Civil Rights Report. In 2016, Trump campaigned on banning Muslims from entering the US. He acted on that promise once in office, issuing a travel ban on several Muslim-majority countries.
bookmarked...
Good article ping.
I have her book Force of Reason - a masterpiece of facts and logic absent current western elitist sentiments that “we are the world”. No we are not and we have very good reason - all around the world - to not want to be.
We couldn’t spare her....she fought.
I first met Oriana around 1967 or so. She was close friends with my Pop along with Pete Conrad and Al Bean. She particularly liked Pete.
Anyway, I’ve got a few personal stories about her because from about 69 thru 70 she came over to our house in Nassau Bay, TX fairly often.
I have a book of hers titled, “Se Il Sole Muore.” It’s in Italian, but the inscription inside the cover reads ‘For (my dad) with friendship.’ It’s dated May 1965, so she knew them a couple of years before I finally met her.
She also somehow managed to snap up the complete transcript of the Apollo 12 mission from NASA, took it back to Italy and made three copies. She broke it into three volumes and had them leather bound. I have this as well and the Dedication written inside the cover reads:
“This is an extraordinary book. It has been written by three crazy men in ten days only.”
Super amazing lady.
RIP Oriana