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"We're not scaremongering, this is really happening." – Idioteque, Radiohead.
My university in London used to be a polytechnic. Before that, it was a parking lot. By gradients then, the same space has become progressively less functional over the ages, and it now blights the cultural life of an otherwise charming town.
In appearance, the main building resembles a very old-fashioned, inner-city high-school. The campus is tiny relative to normal universities. There is no green space nearby and we are surrounded on all sides by busy roads. The website calls it "cosy, modern and artful". In reality it is compact, ugly and depressing.
I didn't need to attend this place. I received very good A-level results. Warwick University was among the first institutions to offer me a place. I turned them and others down because I wanted to attend somewhere further away from the small, boring town in which my parents live. More specifically, I was determined to live and study in London.
What I had in mind was the London I saw on television, a stuffy, slightly upmarket New York in effect, with intelligent men and aspirant women supping cocktails and espresso, you know the kind of place. What I have become used to since I arrived here is a city of burkas, terrorism, homophobia, black-tar heroin and prostitution; a magnificent metropolis half-destroyed by a single cultural minority.
You may think, dear general reader, that the panic and hysteria over Islam is unwarranted or driven by third-party interests (oil politics, Jewish nationalism, racism etc. ...). The 'me' just a day or two into Freshers' Week would completely agree with you. The 'me' now wants you to listen carefully and without prejudice as to why this is not the case.
I realise now that the present epoch is a contest between two starkly different futures: one in which the West is Islamised and the other in which the West is restored. The first is a nightmare of which some of us already have a taste, and which we are fully prepared to fight to prevent.
I'll give you three examples from personal experience ...
During my first year of study, I was resident in student halls with many other people, most of them Muslim, most of them British-born. Throughout this year I witnessed and on occasion suffered cultural bullying of a type I never imagined existed. This was the bullying routinely talked about on racist websites, and which I had always assumed to be Islamophobic fiction.
Here's a question for you – In what situation do you think it is appropriate to label a woman you don’t know a "slag"? I'm sure, assuming you are a decent and rational person, that you would only imagine yourself using such language in public during a fit of rage over something like a terrible betrayal, or after being physically attacked by a female stranger.
Well, the non-Muslim women of my block grew used to hearing this word in retribution for such crimes as wearing shorts on their way to netball practice. They became used to hearing it when they went out in groups to local nightclubs and when they returned home in the early hours of the morning. They hardly blinked when such slurs were screamed out of windows, day-in and day-out, and it went unreported.
Here's another question for you – In what situation do you think it is justified to spread lies about people you barely know?
Well, lies of the most serious and defamatory kind were routinely spread about non-Muslim students by Muslims that year, via intranet email, graffiti and loud insinuation. The women (the "slags") were alleged to be infected with sexual diseases. The boys were alleged to be homosexual and/ or riddled with AIDS. The 'evidence' for such slurs were the lifestyles of the kaffir, and their attending of parties, easy laughter and the congregating with people of the opposite sex etc.
Here's a second example ...
On St Valentine's Day during the second year, the Student Union decided to propose a Valentine's Day Singles Ball, in which single men would come wearing badges saying "single" to meet single women, who would be identified likewise. It sounded quite silly I remember thinking, but if people enjoyed it, who cared?
You don't need me to tell you who cared about it, and who eventually protested loudly enough for the Ball to be cancelled. It was the ****** University Islamic Society, a sprawling and powerful mafia with tentacles reaching into every aspect of student life. They thought the Ball would encourage promiscuity and so they lobbied against it.
Again, nobody said a word.
A third and final example I'll give of my awakening to the Islamic issue, is the most serious. You might well dismiss what you've read so far as 'anti-social behaviour' and no worse than the behaviour of other social groups. But not this occasion ...
I was sitting in class one day, near the back of the room. The lecturer had finished talking and now we were told to discuss amongst ourselves the things we'd heard. A group of Muslim men just across from me were apparently uninterested in the lecture that day as they commenced to discuss videos they'd been emailing each other instead. It took me a short while, but I came to understand that these were decapitation videos. Hearing this, I nervously looked over at the faces of the men and saw sick, sadistic smiles.
At the end of that year, I was a fully developed 'Islamophobe'. I can't and won't deny what I witnessed and what I saw others go through. And more than this, I won't help the taboo to survive which allowed for these abuses to go unreported.
If there is one thing my university made clear during Freshers' Week, it was the "multi-faculty policy on discrimination". In lengthy assemblies, we were told in a frank and serious tone that no "discrimination" of any kind was tolerated longer than it took for those responsible to be expelled.
A climate of fear, no less palpable than that of totalitarian dictatorship was cast over us all.
You'll notice that I haven't provided you with the name of my university. This is because I am currently studying there, and do not wish to be beaten to a pulp by students. I wouldn't trust the staff or security to help me in such a situation. This university is Islamic territory now.
The people I hope to reach are those who might have any illusions about the determination of the Muslims to enforce their way of life onto the rest of us. It is not a 'Zionist fabrication'. It is not a 'fantasy' of White Nationalists. I am a perfectly liberal guy, and have a zero-tolerance policy for racism.
The threat is real.
This article was first published at Defend the Modern World.