My Experience of Living in a City with a Large Muslim Community

Below is a record of my experiences of living in an area with a large Muslim community. Not in Britain: at that time I was in a small city in southern Holland, but to all intents and purposes it could be. From what I understand, these experiences are repeated all over Western Europe.

It is an observation, nothing more.

The events below, taking place as they did over a long period of time, were a major factor - though in fairness not the only one - in the (mild) stroke and subsequent total breakdown I suffered. Full recovery is not yet complete. Long exposure to constant harassment, particularly harassment of your children, and being powerless to do anything can be extraordinarily draining.

Despite everything, I stick by my opinion that not all Muslims are bad people (logic dictates that this cannot be so). I have to be really honest though: I haven't met many of the decent ones.

Here we go then...

 

It started when we moved to this house about 12 years ago. Even when we moved here it was a heavily 'enriched' area, since then it has become more Islamic republic than provincial Western European town.

My kids were very young then, one of them is mentally handicapped. He's a great lad and is capable of doing many things independently, or with the minimum of support. He can't really deal with hassle though.

The local kids enjoyed nothing more than tormenting my son. I remember very vividly a group of eight kids surrounding him kicking him and pushing him. This would happen virtually every time he would go out. They were all Turks and Moroccans. The group would vary in age range from about 8 to 16. I attempt to speak to them but they run off to about 20 yards away... safe tormenting distance. This happens constantly and frequently.

They respect no one, especially someone who is not one of their own. Where do they learn this? Some of them are only 8 or 9 years old. Is no one safe?

I attempt to talk to the parents with the idea that'd get things sorted out.

Wrong!

During the day if the man of the house is not present the womenfolk mostly will not come to the door, despite it being obvious that they are in. When they do they look at you in utter bewilderment. They don't speak the language, despite some of them having been here for many years. They are never outside to witness anything. Do they ever do anything with their kids?

My other children are also victims. My eldest daughter is constantly sworn at as a lesbian simply because she walks around with a girl friend of hers.

I ask the group of Muslims doing this if that means they are gay on the basis of them hanging out with other lads. I get spat at for my efforts.

Groups of Moroccans shout , "Do you want to lick me love?" at my eldest. She's 12 years old at this time.

My youngest (she who was molested in the swimming pool by a Moroccan boy a few days ago) has been pushed from her bike and sworn at countless times.

These are not one-off episodes, it is a continuing process.

It's constant. Week in, week out.

I talk to other white families. They either don't let their kids go out, or drive off somewhere else to enjoy their leisure time. That's not a life. Kids need to be free, not organised all the time like that.

I contact the police, several times in fact. "Sorry sir, there is nothing we can do about it."

Weeks become months.

Meanwhile, a local gang has taken up throwing things at our windows on a nightly basis. They don't like me because I dare stand up to them. Everyone else moans, but nobody dares say anything. Bags of dog shit, small coins, small stones etc. against my windows. Intimidation. Again Turks and Moroccans, including the middle son of my next-door neighbour*.

This goes on (on and off admittedly, but never a break of more than a week) for years.

Harassment, fear for the safety of your kids, constantly present, no let up. You're totally on your own in dealing with this. Helplessness.

Again the police. Again nothing. "Why don't you put a camera in front of your house sir?"

The local primary school, no more than three minutes walk from here was 90 percent 'black' when we got here. We didn't put our kids there, choosing instead a school about 10 minutes' walk away. About 70 percent white. Nice school. No real racial problems, good atmosphere and for the first four years it's great.

Then the second wave of Muslims the council decided should be settled in the area. More Turks and Moroccans, but Somalians added to the mix. Great! Anyone who has dealt with Somalians will understand what I mean. Within six months the school becomes overrun with Muslim children.

My wife who has worked there as a volunteer worker for several years is disgusted. I've never seen the scales fall from someone's eyes so quickly. From left-wing liberal to Geert Wilders in about two months.

The new boys will take no instruction from a woman. The new girls are covered from head to toe in cloth and are totally, totally subservient, especially those from Somali families. The teaching quality plummets. The teachers spend more time teaching basic language skills and attempting to achieve some sort of discipline than actual real teaching. My wife gives up her voluntary job. It's become unbearable. She is not the only one.

After that school year my youngest daughter's school work has gone backwards and she is desperately unhappy, she is continuously bullied, including being told by other kids that she should wear a headscarf to fit in at the school. We decide to move her to another school about 25 minutes away where she does the school year over again. She is not the only one to move from her old school.

She is now doing very nicely.

Her old school is now officially more than 90 percent 'black'. They are taking over.

In the meantime my attempt to talk with the parents of one of the local Turkish kids who has been causing even more trouble against my mentally handicapped son turns more violent. One sunny afternoon the father approaches my wife and demands to speak to the man of the house. My wife responds with, "If you want to speak to someone you can speak to me". She's like that, especially where the kids are concerned.

This is beneath him and he barges into our garden. My wife attempts to stop him and he assaults her by punching her to the ground.

We call the police again. I'm at my wits end. Now they come. Like bloody robocop - baton, weapon, combats.

I speak to them for about half an hour. They're very sympathetic. "I'll go and speak to them, sir" (and also the parents of other youths that have been terrorising us - apparently they are 'known').

An hour later he comes back. He's had words. "The Turks can take this sort of thing very badly sir", he says. "If you see anyone walking around with a knife or gun phone us straight away". He hands me a card with an emergency number.

Thanks! Now I feel really safe.

Things have subsequently quietened down a bit. The thugs from the past years have moved on to bigger and better things. At least one I know of is having an enforced holiday.

I've had things chucked at my house; my kids have been regularly threatened, verbally and physically. My wife has been attacked. And all of us have been hit, spat at and verbally abused. This went on literally for years. And while it is now less it has not gone away. It's just under the surface and one feels that it's only the police keeping things in check.

The local shopping precinct has recently extended a prohibition of groups of youths. A friend of ours has a shop there and tells us of the antics of the thieving kids. The shop next to hers is a gift shop run by a Sikh (a really nice lady, btw). My life is peace and harmony compared to hers.

And it's all, without exception, Turks, Moroccans and Somalians.

I have intimate knowledge of how Muslims can affect an area.

And I have mentioned nothing about the mosques, the positive discrimination in favour of Muslims, the day centre that is for 'everyone' especially if you are Turkish, Moroccan or Somalian, the computer courses for women over 50 - indigenous need not apply - and the local flats that have been reserved exclusively for the over-50s of Turkish origin. Or nothing of other people's experiences.

Just thought I'd let you know. These are my experiences. When you have experienced this the EDL makes perfect sense.

This can happen anywhere in Western Europe. The only thing you need is Muslims. The rest will follow automatically.