The current extraordinary scenes emanating from Europe, of people from the Middle East with a feeling of entitlement to western welfare cheques barging their way into developed countries and shouting ‘Allahu akbar!’ and attacking domestic police when frustrated, are quite disturbing.
I suppose it’s simply yet another of the migrations into Europe which have happened periodically over the millennia. If you are inclined, get out your ouija board and dial up an ancient Roman, and let her tell you about the invasion of the Huns. Or simply read Gibbon’s account.
But its being a normal event makes it no less terrifying.
The invasions are beginning at a time when islam is militant, and at a strong point in what we might call its demographic cycle (with millions of young men who are surplus to economic requirements in their home countries), and when the west is in exactly the opposite position – hollowed out by decades of leftist anti-intellectual attacks on institutions and the middle class, hopelessly insolvent, and falling down a steep demographic cliff.
And without the social ‘bottom’ or policy nous to withstand the over-emotional, limbic demands of the press and the leftists to ‘Do Something!’ about ‘refugees’ in response to tragic stories such as the death of the young boy in a boat sinking, completely in advance of the facts of the matter – such as reports that the boy’s father was an inept people smuggler who had taken his family with him on his last smuggling voyage. My own country has a problem with this – always wanting to be first at everything, it has agreed to take 12,000 refugees in response to a photo of a dead toddler lying on a beach. No frontal lobes required, it would seem.
It’s going to end badly. Sometimes I’m glad that I live in a big, rich country in the least important corner of the world.