Two days ago I was sat on the deck of a boat, The Cinderella, three miles off the coast of Sharm El Sheikh (about 300 degrees warmer than I am today) reading a book about the life of Peter Sellers. Sharm was where I ended my Egyptian holiday and I took the opportunity on my last day in the country to soak up some sun in the middle of the Red Sea. We had gone out with a diving party to Tiran Island where the rest of our passengers lost no time in squeezing into ill-fitting wetsuits and diving the two large wrecks forming the artificial reef there.
As swimming in the world’s second saltiest sea, with temperatures touching the low nineties, isn’t my cup of tea, I took the indolent way out. Across the other side of the diving platform sprawled a man in his early sixties. I went over and introduced myself and we began chatting. Alan, from Woking, had been suffering from the after-effects of drinking the local tapwater (I won’t get graphic) and had thus decided to stay aboard. Our conversation went on to contrast the kindness and comparative religious moderation of most of the people we had seen in Egypt, both in the Nile Valley and in Sharm, with the rapidly expanding chip-on-the-shoulder Muslims in our own country. Without a word of exaggeration, I would say 90% of the women we saw in Egypt under the age of 50 were dressed – albeit modestly – in western style clothing. The only thing that marked them out as Muslims was the ubiquitous presence of the headscarf. Could you say the same about 90% of Muslim women of the same age profile in Bradford or Blackburn? I’ll bet you ten bacon sandwiches you couldn’t!
Alan told me that Woking was the site of one of the very first mosques in the UK, opened sometime in the latter half of the 19th Century. He said that every few months Muslims from across the south east would gather at the mosque to commemorate the occasion. ‘And every bloody time you get them in their hundreds in Woking town centre, you get heaps of trouble.’I won’t go into any more detail of our conversation as it covered so many issues – political and personal alike. I guess Alan’s story is just one more example of the tales of immiscibility that abound whenever the cold and hard light of reality is focused on how many Muslims in this country relate to wider society; stories which the liberal media choose to ignore, lest they cloud the propagandistic contrivance of fraternity.
When you consider just how rapidly Muslims in the UK are growing, you begin to wonder what the future has in store. I firmly believe that the high birthrate in that community is a deliberate ploy to gain power through increase in numbers. In the UK in the past, families had large quantities of children due to poverty and lack of birth control. My mother was the eldest of six and my paternal grandfather was the youngest of fourteen. These days most people settle for one or two children (very occasionally three or four). But Muslims are seldom seen, even in this day and age, without a posse of young sprogs around them. Sorry, but I won’t put my faith in any academic clap-trap about this being symptomatic of ‘traditional family structures’. A large percentage of Muslims have been here long enough to emulate the fertility trajectories of every other demographic group in British society. That they stubbornly refuse to do so (Muslims had by far the highest birthrate and youngest age profile of any ethnic minority in the 2001 Census) indicates, in my view, the aim of expanding the numbers and, ergo, the political power of the Islamic community. Moreover, in a community in which, according to surveys, 10% openly support Islamic terrorism, 40% want to see the adoption of Sharia law, and 44% put adherence to religious docrine before any commitment to patriotism or integration, such a growth spells trouble with a capital ‘Trub’.
I always remember working with a colleague in my early days in the care profession. She had worked as a nurse at the Bradford Royal Infirmary in the late-1980s. One of the Muslim women there had experienced a very bad pregnancy and, consequently, had to have her vagina stitched. Her husband was advised by a doctor to refrain from sex until the stitches were removed. Two days after discharge she was back on a ward – her stitches having split from the actions of her husband who had clearly stated his aim was to produce another child. For me that just about sums up a large percentage of their men: fecund tyrants who treat women as if they were procreating robots. ‘Child number six fired. Loading cannon. Knees apart…here we go. Here comes child number seven.’
It is entirely disingenuous for Muhammad Abdul Bari, general secretary of the Muslim Council of Britain, to pontificate about abiding ‘by the laws of this country.’ He knows all too well that laws are made in Parliament by the actions of Parliamentarians. As the Muslim population grows, more Muslims will either become Parliamentarians or they will increasingly ensure the electability of Parliamentarians. We can only conclude that laws will inevitably become more amenable to Islamic sentiment so the need to resist those said laws becomes unnecessary. As for the rest of us……we just find ourselves living in a country we can no longer call our own.