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Local Muslims

Local Muslims

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Published by: Dowlish on Jul 19, 2010
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I’ve written about this before, but in a fit of piqué last month I deleted 90% of my posts and inevitably

the one I am now looking for has gone. So I’ll write it again, or the gist of it. Sorry to those who have read it before but I want it recorded just for posterity. Local Muslims have made the lives of my family and me hell. It started when we moved here about 10 years ago. Even when we moved here it was a heavily enriched area, since then it has become a more Islamic republic than provincial Western European town. My kids were very young then, one of them is mentally handicapped. That’s important in this record. He’s a great lad and he is capable of doing many things independently, or with the minimum of support. He can’t deal with hassle Ok, wind back 10 years. My kids playing outside. Loads of other kids, about 80% from the Turkish and Moroccan communities that have located themselves here. The whites rarely come outside. In my naivety I tried to make contact with the families of the kids that mine were playing with, but no, nothing. Where do I go with this? Ok just the highlights. Like the Bosnian refugee family that terrorised the neighbourhood. Even the Moroccan and Turkish families were scared and that is saying something. Their young son of I estimate about 10 years old driving all over the place on his quad bike (they were newly arrived refugees where the hell did they get it from) including directly at people. Pissing in our and other peoples gardens. Flashing his bum at you if you spoke to him about his behaviour. And the local kids who enjoyed nothing more than tormenting my son. I remember very vividly a group of about 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; age range from about eight to 16. I attempt to speak to them but they run off to about 20 yards away..... safe tormenting distance. They respect no one especially someone who is not one of their own. Where do they learn this? Some of them are only eight or nine years old. I know. I’ll talk to the parents. That’ll get things sorted. Wrong again. During the day if the man of the house is not present the women folk will not come to the door. 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. When you do get a reaction from either male or female its: “no, my son would not do that you are lying go away.” 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. She’s a young teenager at this time. I ask them if they are gay because they hang out with other lads. I get spat at for my efforts. 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. I talk to other white families. They either don’t let their kids go out, or drive off somewhere else. 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.” 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. 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% black when we got here. We didn’t put our kids there, choosing instead a school about 15 minutes walk away. About 70% 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 30 minutes away where she does the school year over again. She is not the only one. She is now doing very nicely. Her old school is now officially more than 90% black. They are taking over. In the meantime my attempt to talk with the parents of one of the local shits 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 robo cop, baton, weapon, combats. I speak to him for about half an hour. He’s 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 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. And while it is now less it has not gone away. 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 her is a gift shop run by a Siekh (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 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, but especially (and actually exclusively) for if you are Turkish, Moroccan or Somalian, the computer courses for women over 50 – indigenous need not enrol, and the local flats that have been reserved exclusively for the over 50’s of Turkish origin. Just thought I’d let you know.

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