I’m reading a dozen books (what’s new) including Londonistan by Melanie Phillips (get it HERE). She is a journalist in the UK who is often, I read, the token conservative on BBC panels.
Londonistan is a frightening but important read . . .
Furthermore, even when I am relatively caught up on major headline news, I tend to forget quickly. Everyone in America remembers the date September 11, 2001. In England the date is July 7, 2005, the day four suicide bombs went off simultaneously in London. I need books like the one by Phillips to remind about such things and how they came about. It’s great to have someone remind and also connect event in a causal relationship and make sense of it all.
I didn’t remember, for example, that all the bombers were born and bred in England. I didn’t remember that these were not impoverished, underprivileged Muslim men beaten down by society and taking revenge. These were middle class, well-educated members of UK society who were radicalized by Islamic clerics whose nefarious activities were committed right under the noses of MI5 and Britain’s homeland security.
Phillips reminds me that Abu Hamza, who is thankfully now in prison, was preaching racial hatred and genocidal murder in a mosque in England with the full knowledge of authorities who let it pass for a long time. Hamza is missing both hands and his left eye. There are various stories but at least one witness says this happened in an accident in a terrorist camp. Hello! A hate-preaching Islamic cleric missing body parts? And it took a while to figure out he should be in jail?
That’s one example of many on Phillips’ book about the dangerous self-hatred of the British for their own culture and history. There is an atmosphere of self-loathing, as the official line seems to be,