By courtesy of Rafal Ziemkiewicz:
Due to assistance by Mr Kristof from London I can proudly present my column from interia.pl, that made me the aim of a smear campaign in UK. Please read and have your own opinion. Feel free to widespread this text by every way you want.
BARBARIANS INSIDE THE WALLS
“You, the Poles, look for problems and always meddle in matters that are not your concern” – a countryman of mine who works near London thus related his conversation with a local. ”How can we not be concerned, when we walk down a street and see a woman being raped?” replied the Pole. ”If it is s not my woman, sure, what do I care?” said the local.
This is one of many anecdotes I heard during my last visit to Great (only in name) Britain, but typical. It is worth mentioning when this conversation took place – after the Manchester bombing, the day after an Islamic terrorist murdered over twenty people at the concert, mostly children (including two of ours), the Poles, as always, talked about nothing else. The English – as if nothing had happened. Ariana Grande – yes, I have heard of her. Nice weather today, although last year it was warmer at this time.
No, it is not the famous stiff upper lip; it is fear, comrades, that conversations on “those” subjects may lead to problems. We can do without conversations on such a slippery subject, comrades. Someone could say something which subjectively does not seem racist but will be considered racist objectively and there will be consequences. What for, it’s not my woman who is being raped. Are they my children or parents who were murdered there?
I find it very difficult not to draw Soviet parallels. An atmosphere of constant caution. A school cook who by mistake puts a burger on a Muslim child’s plate, sacked immediately. A worker is asked to wear a helmet and points to a group of black people and dares say why don’t you make them wear helmets. He used the term “black people” which was neutral once but now is racist.
When we hear that you can get in trouble for ordering “black coffee” (instead of “without milk”), the association with our past regime becomes irresistible. All the more when black people, particularly Muslims, treat their white colleagues at work with contempt and malice and the management takes no notice, or dismisses it with a standard phrase “It was only a joke” or “they grew up in a different culture”.
Someone may say – strange tales. I would not believe it myself, had I not heard it from people living there, every time I visit the West, and particularly in Brexit-torn Britain. Yet it fits all the known facts. We are talking about a country where, after the murder by a street terrorist of a soldier in uniform, the soldiers were told not to wear uniforms outside the garrisons. A country where the media carefully hide information about acts of violence in migrant communities such as the punishment of women for “indecent” dress or behaviour by having acid thrown in their faces (about 400 such incidents last year), such information being strictly taboo. Where instances of ”homophobia” or “racism” are fiercely pursued, and the Polish community is infiltrated with particular suspicion.
One day my wife and I talked to an old Polish lady, a migrant who still remembers the war, and a young Pole brought up in England. The old lady told us how the English displayed a wall-sized poster of kissing homosexuals outside a Polish church, and what action she took, mobilising everybody, moving heaven and earth to get it taken down, and of similar actions. The young man said that in principle we were right, but action has no sense, as we are being flooded by black people, and Poland will be too, and that whatever we do they will do what they want with us, so it is better not to endanger ourselves.
It seems that the majority of Westerners live with such views today. The elderly and childless descendants of the decadent and degenerate race living here subscribe to the illusion that by being careful not to provoke or offend the invaders, everything will turn out fine. Just as people once fervently believed in the appeasement of Hitler, by giving him in turn the Rhine, Austria and Czechoslovakia. Hence the real rage of the British against the president of the USA, from Mrs. May to countless anonymous internet users, that he dared to tell them what situation they are in. They definitively do not wish to know, and in the event of a further terrorist attack it will be Trump’s fault, because he provoked them – in the same way that Poland was blamed for provoking Hitler’s aggression, by not giving him the city of Gdansk. A climate straight from Witkacy’s novels, or – just like Gintrowski’s song:
The barbarians are coming, no one can defeat them
Their swords will rip out the guts of the ancient world
Their roars terrify, their names stink
Attila, Odoacer, Vitiges, Genseric
Rome does not want to know which one is coming
Nothing can stir rebellion in their sleepy minds
Digesting day and night on the bosoms of courtesans
Or composing a treatise on the art of love
The life of my generation is indeed strange. Not to mention that, thirty years ago, the fall of the Soviet Union was unthinkable. But if someone told me then that I would witness the fall of the West with my own eyes, that paradise and paradigm of everything that is best, and after each return from abroad I would have to supress the urge to jump from the plane’s stairs to kiss the ground of my home country on my knees…