Why I Left England’s Mean and Unpleasant Land

The guest-essay below was written by Peter, a long-time reader and commenter who is now an English expatriate in Thailand.

Why I Left England’s Mean and Unpleasant Land
by Peter

I left England with my wife, Kanya, in February 2013 and bought a house in Northern Thailand. We had been married for just under eight years and I first brought her from her native Thailand to my home in West London in 2005, where she settled in well and quickly found work with the help of the local Thai community. Unlike most of our friends, we were debt-free and comfortably off. We had spent a great deal of money on renovating our flat, extending the lease and landscaping the garden, which we enhanced with two magnolia saplings. We were hoping to see them grow, but it wasn’t to be. However reluctantly, we felt we had to leave.

I had lived in Hayes, Middlesex since January 1988. At the time I moved there, Hayes had been a white working class area but by the time we left, it was neither. At any time and on any day of the week, Hayes town centre was crowded but the few white people to be seen were elderly and retired. While the absence of younger white people could have been attributed to the fact that they were working, the incidence of “white flight” from this part of London had become an accepted fact of life and those who could move had done so, and had done so in great numbers. On the other hand, the remaining black, Indian, Pakistani and Somali contingents, although able-bodied, did not appear to have jobs nor any intention of finding one.

Hayes is an area which runs westwards from the grubby Asian ghetto of Southall to the middle class suburb of Hillingdon. Southall had been settled by immigrants since the 1950s mainly by Sikhs and other Indians who had come to the UK to escape the rather dubious benefits of Indian independence and been drawn by the factory work in the area and, of course, by the jobs to be had in an expanding Heathrow Airport. Then came the Pakistanis and Bengalis who opened restaurants and other businesses while others involved themselves in the local textile industry that was still thriving at the time. Later, much later, came the Somalis and other Africans who made up the multicultural mix lauded by the liberals, who, of course, did not live anywhere near there.

By 1994 the population of Southall had started to spread the mile or two westwards to Hayes just when I decided to give up full time work, rent my flat and go travelling. When I came back at the end of 1999, Hayes was showing the effects of having been utilised intensively as a social dumping ground for a burgeoning unskilled immigrant population by the London Boroughs of Ealing, Hillingdon and Hounslow, leaving Hayes Town centre bearing a marked resemblance to the North West Frontier Province with most of the shops having been taken over by Asians and displaying signs in Hindi, Urdu and Arabic. There were Halal butchers, Indian mini marts as well as several Muslim shops selling Korans and other essential items that every good Muslim should not be without. On the street there were women in saris, headscarves, niqabs and full burkhas walking the customary four paces behind heavily bearded men in shalwar khamiz or ankle-length robes. Some but by no means all of the younger Indians, Pakistanis and other Asians wore Western clothes.

At this stage I must stress that Hayes had never been an ideal place to live even before the onset of creeping Islamisation. It was a down-at-heel district with more than its fair share of shaven-headed football hooligans and tattooed f-wits as well as a number of pubs that sensible people would take great care to avoid. It was considered to be a rough area with many beggars in the street, and where fights broke out regularly, especially when the pubs were closing. However, by the time I returned from my travels, the tattooed skinheads had moved out and the pubs they frequented, in addition to a good many others, had closed down. Some had become Asian restaurants while others had been pulled down to make room for “affordable housing” — that is, subsidized apartments for the terminally dependent. To offset what many people might see as an improvement, the incidence of low level street crime and burglary had increased to the extent that the police no longer investigated such things, but nobody wanted to talk about that or the dark-skinned drug dealers and their customers who had replaced most of the street drinkers and beggars.

The standard of driving had also deteriorated in this part of West London, because many of the newcomers had either not passed a driving test or had engaged a lookalike to take the test for them. At the time, I used to drive a four-year-old BMW until it was written off in a collision with a car driven by a homicidal Sri Lankan. Afterwards I decided to drive old wrecks to save myself further heartache, but that didn’t work either. My Rover was broken into so many times that my insurers felt compelled to decline further cover, while the Ford with which I replaced it had a door wrenched off by another thief in the process of stealing four Leonard Cohen cassettes. In the end, I purchased a 25-year-old Volvo 760 GLE, an indestructible tank of a vehicle and defied anyone to break into it or damage it in any way.

It was stolen.

In the mid 2000s or thereabouts, the Hayes and Harlington Community Centre in the middle of Hayes town became an Islamic centre, which proved to be an attraction for many second-generation Pakistani and Bangladeshi youths who saw it as a better proposition than the Job Centre or the internet shop. This coincided with an influx of young Somali men who were particularly aggressive and were wont to work their aggression out on anyone who could not retaliate. As a result people tended to avoid Hayes town, especially after dark.

Kanya arrived at Heathrow in May 2005 and coolly surveyed her surroundings. She was unimpressed and deeply critical of the British Government at the time for allowing a situation to develop where economically inactive and potentially violent immigrants were treated better than their hard-working, taxpaying hosts. She was no wide-eyed tourist, either. She was in her early 40s and originally came from a poor farming community in Southern Thailand that had also experienced creeping Islamisation. She went to Bangkok in her late teens and worked in the computer industry, firstly for Honeywell on the assembly line and then for Alpha Tech as an administrator. While she worked, she regularly sent money home and later put herself through university gaining a Bachelors Degree in English and Business Administration. Armed with her degree, she left the computer industry and opened her own restaurant in an area of Bangkok which had become increasingly culturally enriched over the years. Unfortunately, the growing number of newcomers preferred kebabs to Padthai, which gradually had an impact on her takings. However, her experience in Bangkok made it easy for her to get catering work, first of all as a temporary chef at the Heathrow Marriott and subsequently running a coffee shop in a staff restaurant on the nearby Stockley Park industrial estate. In the meantime, I had returned to work as a contractor, accepting engagements from Local Authorities in Central London by way of an agency run by a close friend.

For a time, things were going well. Then they started to slide slowly downhill, incrementally, so we didn’t notice at once what was happening. When I first moved to Hayes, the area between the back gardens of our little cul-de-sac and the main road could best be described as industrial, the major portion consisting of a builders’ merchants with a two storey office block, a large workshop area and a spacious lorry park. Immediately next door was a car-breaker’s and all-purpose scrap yard, with piles of rusting car carcasses piled so high they looked as though they would topple over. This area might have looked ugly but at least it did not threaten the residents, which was a pity, because the London Borough of Hillingdon had plans for it.

First of all, the car breaker’s yard was closed and cleared out, which did not give cause for concern as it was a bit of an eyesore and we were better off without it — or so we thought. The land was purchased by a developer who promptly constructed a small housing estate consisting of approximately twenty five-bedroomed town houses. The “for sale” signs had not been up for long before the developer realized he might be in some difficulty. The houses were being offered for sale at prices up to half a million pounds each and nobody in Hayes had that kind of money. In spite of the hitches the majority of these houses were eventually sold, but not necessarily for owner occupation. In the meantime, the builders’ merchants had been purchased by a Housing Association for the erection of a larger estate consisting of affordable flats and houses with multiple bedrooms and bathrooms to accommodate large families. I’d heard of estates like this being built in Tower Hamlets during the 1980s, and I knew what was coming.

When the planning application was advertised, a fair number of owner-occupiers in neighbouring streets put their flats up for sale, most of which were acquired by Asian slum landlords and let to Asian slum dwellers who were clearly unused to Western levels of hygiene. As a result, the pavements were littered with all sorts of unpleasant material, from soiled babies’ napkins to drug paraphernalia, while angry Pakistani and Afro-Caribbean youths loitered in the streets looking for a way to work out their anger. Other “vulnerable” groups had also moved into the area, such as psychiatric patients, prisoners released on licence, drug offenders in the course of rehabilitation and terror suspects under Control Orders.

In Hayes Town, our local bank was two buildings away from the “Islamic centre” which meant we often had to pass groups of leering, hairy-faced louts to get to the front door. This caused Kanya considerable unease, and in the end, we decided to use the branch in Uxbridge, although it was much further away.

In order to get to and from work Kanya needed to travel by bus. These journeys became increasingly stressful as, like any number of women, she was being pestered and propositioned by Indian or Pakistani men, even by the bus drivers themselves. One morning she called me from the bus stop where a man was exposing himself. As is common in such circumstances, the police didn’t arrive until after the man had left, although several women managed to get a photograph of him on their mobiles. He was caught later that day at another bus stop by an irate husband.

The affordable housing estate behind us was eventually let to immigrant families from a multitude of ethnic origins. There were Indians, Pakistanis, Bangladeshis, Nigerians and Afro-Caribbeans amongst many others, none of whom was at all well-disposed toward his or her neighbours, generating a veritable witches brew of social unrest. Their teenage offspring regarded the existing residents as a repository for things they did not have so that they would climb over our garden fences while we were at work and take whatever they could carry. My neighbour in the flat downstairs, a devout Sikh, was burgled and a number of religious statues were stolen from her prayer room, while my next door neighbor had his satellite dish stolen twice. To make things worse, the developer of the luxury town houses leased some of the remaining properties to another housing association which promptly let them to a colony of Somalis. Mercifully, there was no discernible rise in the level of violent and anti-social behaviour being experienced by local residents, but it did cause much discontent in the immediate vicinity not only amongst the resident population but amongst the immigrants as well. The town houses were luxury homes: the sort of property that was well beyond the reach of hard-working, taxpaying British people, especially those in Hayes. Who gave these Somalis and their extended broods the right to walk straight off the plane at Heathrow and take immediate possession of a luxury furnished house, solely on the basis of their rate of procreation and without having contributed a penny in taxation?

Oh the joys of Multiculturalism!

Gradually we were changing our behavior. Public transport was no longer considered safe in the evenings so we took more taxis, although, because most taxi drivers in the area were Muslim, I would never let Kanya into a taxi on her own. There were also parts of London where we no longer went, but one Thursday, life for us in multicultural West London finally hit rock bottom. Somebody tried to abduct my wife.

Kanya and her Thai friend Nang took an afternoon off work and planned to meet in Harrow to go shopping. At about 2pm, Kanya was waiting at the bus stop around the corner from where we lived, when she noticed a blacked out van on the opposite side of the road approaching a set of traffic lights at speed. Suddenly, the driver, a black-bearded man of Eastern European appearance, wound down his window, ogled her and pulled out across two lanes of carriageway indicating his intention to turn right, which he did as soon as the lights changed. The road was deserted and Kanya was the only person waiting at the bus stop. She was already beginning to feel uneasy but, minutes later, when the van emerged from the turning and quickly headed in her direction she ran for the safety of a nearby doctors surgery only to find it was still closed for lunch. By this time, the driver had pulled up at the bus stop and got out of his van, presumably to wait for Kanya to return. Luckily, the bus arrived just then, she flagged it down and got on board before the bearded man could approach her.

Kanya was still in shock when I arrived home from work that evening, and it was some time before I could get her to tell me what had happened, but when she did, it was clear that this had been an attempted abduction. I was at a Licensing Committee meeting in Westminster eighteen months earlier when a police officer stated in evidence that most of the prostitution in Central London was operated by Albanians with women who had been either trafficked or abducted. This man certainly fit the description of an Albanian. I wanted to inform the police immediately, but Kanya would not let me. She had no confidence in the police and was terrified of any possible reprisal. She continued in this vein for some time so that by the time I managed to persuade her to report the matter, it was nearly two months after the event and the impetus had been lost — or had it?

The bus stop in question had been close to a junction well known to police as a “hot spot” for crime. Indeed, there had been several murders there and a set of surveillance cameras had been installed which nobody was supposed to know about. The police sent two officers from the local Community Safety Unit to see us. They were both nice young ladies, one Indian and the other Afro-Caribbean, very PC PCs, who were extremely sympathetic, but both said firmly that there was nothing to be done. I reminded them of the existence of the “secret” surveillance cameras that everybody knew about and suggested they ran back the recording to the day in question to see whether they could get the registration number of the van. They told us it was too far back and they would be unable to access the disc.

This seemed to be par for the course for the Metropolitan Police Service in general and the local Community Safety Unit in particular, very much into image, PR and sympathy but when it came to catching criminals and preventing crime, they were no longer up to the task.

I realised that at the age of 68 as I was then, I could no longer protect my wife, and as the police were not interested in doing so, I acted on the immortal words of Bret Maverick’s Pappy: “ If you can’t lick them and they won’t let you join them, get out of town.” That’s what we did.

Looking back after almost a year and a half, we have traded a desirable, two-bedroomed maisonette in a rough part of London for a five-bedroomed, four-building compound with a tropical garden in a quiet Thai village. The only thing I miss about England is the drive down to the coast at weekends to watch Portsmouth play at Fratton Par, and for the last few seasons I haven’t felt the need to do that too often.

44 thoughts on “Why I Left England’s Mean and Unpleasant Land

  1. Today my sister arrived to spend a few days with me, she lives in London but not in Hayes. My heart sinks as I read this article but I know the writer is telling the truth, I dread what might happen to the rest of my family in England, all pretty old like me [I have spent my life here in Canada]. What a dilemma, is it worth frightening them as they firmly resist the facts?

    • What a dilemma, is it worth frightening them as they firmly resist the facts?

      – Insisting on telling them the truth
      – Helping them noticing for themselves, but too late?
      – Leaving it to them to discover, but too late?

  2. I am an American in the SF bay area….are there still Brits who think the situation in their countries is going to end well? I just don’t see it, but then I am a pessimist.

    • As a fellow San Franciscan, I wouldn’t worry about England, rather consider the lack of assimilation by immigrants in the Bay Area. We are 20 years behind London, but it’s coming.

      • You live among jihadis and you feel it, The problem is that decision-makers : Obamas, Bushes, congressmen, live in another world, that’s why they are still importing jihadis. They don’t live among them they think we have too few.

      • Yes. This whole “non-assimilation” movement really p*ssed me off years ago, when the State of California decreed that BALLOTS–BALLOTS, mind you, for citizens, for voters–needed to be provided in multiple languages. The county I was living in then had something like six required languages, based on the % of residents whose language “preference” (sometimes also called “home language”) was a language other than English.

        First: While I appreciate that reading legislative language is a specialized skill, reading the summaries of Propositions and the positions of candidates is *not* an advanced reading comprehension test. Those summaries and positions are written to an approx. 9th-grade level.

        Second: This had the effect of greatly increasing the administrative costs of elections: bad for government budgets, bad for taxpayers. Each and every proposition–its complete legislative text, its summary, the legislative analyst’s financial impact review–had to be translated into the five non-English target languages. Ballots had to be designed in those languages, some of which did *not* use the Roman alphabet (e.g., Chinese).

        Third: If new, non-native “citizens” couldn’t be bothered to learn sufficient English to read at least the summaries and candidate positions (9th-grade level), why had our (?) country given them citizenship? This is one I *still* don’t understand. I know for a fact that, if I were to emigrate to a Spanish-speaking country (any one of them, from Mexico to Chile to Spain itself) or a German-speaking country (e.g., Germany, Switzerland, Austria), I would be *absolutely required* to read in Spanish/German quite competently before being granted citizenship.

        Utterly bewildering, the multiple-language ballot requirement. With such accommodations, immigrants have one less motive to improve their English. Is it just in California? or have other states imposed this as well???

        thx

    • You may have lost the plot. Take off the blinkers and look at mc San Fran. It fully qualifies as the mc nightmare. One leaves So Cal for San Fran. Then you leave the state knowing you are just buying a little time.

    • From another SF Bay Area resident: you’re not imagining things. I wish I could remember where I read it, but there was an Indian (i.e., from India) Festival in Newark recently (maybe last fall?). The author of the piece I read was an Anglo woman, to judge from her “vanilla”-type name. 😉

      She and her friend (not described, but another woman) were treated well by the Indian vendors and people in general; people she described as Hindu and sometimes Sikh. But the two women were NOT treated well or even with basic courtesy by men or women dressed in traditional Muslim clothing. (If I can find that article–it may have been by a Bay Area News Group writer–I’ll come back with the link.)

      Signs of Things to Come. Sadly.

  3. Repeat this experience millions of times up and down the country, and you have a good summary of all the joys of multiculturalism.

    That’s not a nice experience. I know of a similar one (but with worse outcome) in London, involving a Polish immigrant and his wife. After she got a job in a place with a “culturally enriched” manager, she started disappearing for long periods. It was clear she was taking drugs, and also started spending large amounts of money. Once, her husband spoke of seeing on his wife’s mobile received messages about Allah and converting to Islam. He eventually somehow found out the South London estate she was frequently visiting, only to be confronted by a gang and someone telling in explicit detail what he did to his wife. He also started receiving death threats.

    When he reported to the police the death threats, drugs, gangs and (suspected) “grooming”, they said there was nothing they could do. Apparently on the estate in South London where this was all happening, there were lookouts on the higher-floor balconies watching exactly who was coming in/going out.

    Her friend (also recently arrived from Poland) once went with her, but thought something was not right and didn’t come back. She described the men in the drug den as “not black, not white, but brown”.

    There are other similar experiences I also heard about. With exactly the same answer from police – “there is nothing we can do” or worse – to arrest the guy making a complaint and chuck him in a mental hospital!

  4. Thank you for relaying your experience of treason at the hands of the political class and the onslaught of the multi-cult. It is a disgrace you felt the need to leave your country maybe if Liberty GB get elected you would feel happy to return at least for a holiday.

    Plenty more people have left in your direction, I wonder how the UK will get on if it is only the political class and assimilated aliens left?

    • Adam, we went back last Autumn for a month and we are going again in October. A number of our friends came to stay with us since last February and one has since purchased a house outside Bangkok while several others have made long term plans to relocate.

      The weather here is great, property is much cheaper than in Europe and no Cultural marxism or paki immigrants to contend with.

      I urge anyone who can to move here

      • Muslims have been waging a jihad on Thailand for decades; the government has been not much less spotty than Western governments in handling the situation; and with the global revival of Islam devolving in a slow-motion frenzy of metastasis, it’s not reasonable to think it there won’t continue to unravel in worse and worse regional conflagrations with various Muslim groups trying to spearhead a restoration of a linkage to the Caliphate by doing their part to bring “Khurasan” (central and SE Asia) on board.

        As long as the West continues to bury its head in the sand on the banks of De Nile, it seems only a time-share somewhere on the edge of the Ronne Ice Shelf overlooking the chillingly lovely Weddel Sea in Antarctica assures a Muslim-Free Zone.

    • Why Liberty GB ?? Only the British National Party will deliver the UK from multiculturalism.

  5. A sad tale, Peter. One nitpick: “affordable” housing is not subsidised, it’s let at less than market rate, not the same thing. My council sheltered block is over thirty years old, so as long as rents cover maintenance, there’s no subsidy.

    • Mark, One further nit pick. Affordable housing may not be directly subsidised but Registered Providers (RPs) providing housing under the Affordable Homes Programme receive funding from the Homes and Communities Agency (HCA).

      Under the Localism Act 2011, the housing investment responsibilities of the Homes and Communities Agency (HCA) in Greater London have transferred to the Greater London Authority (GLA). The Government’s funding settlement includes a capital allocation for the Affordable Homes Programme 2011-15 (AHP).

      As for the people I have mentioned, they are also in receipt of Housing Benefit, which, more often than not takes care of their rent – affordable or not. Also, those with large families such as muslims receive Child Allowance which many see as a sort of incentive bonus so that the more children they have, the more money in Child Benefit they receive.

      In passing, while polygamy is illegal for English people like you and I, the Department of Works and Pensions recognises the polygamous “marriages” of muslims provided that three of these “marriages” took place outside the UK.

      Mark, you and I are paying for all this.

      • I should have known better than to bandy words with a former professional, Peter. I had in mind that most existing social housing is getting old, and has been paid for. And the sale of council houses (begun by Thatcher, not stopped by Labour) reduces the stock.

        I agree about Housing Benefit often going to the wrong people, but where it is justified, it will be less expensive if the recipients are not in private rented accommodation.

        • Mark, Thatcher did not begin the sale of Council Housing. It had been lawful for many years before that. My parents purchased their council house in Portsmouth in 1954.

          When I was studying for my Diploma in Municipal Administration in the mid 1960s, the sale of council housing was a favourite examination question since the pro and anti lobbies are both right, there being strong justification for both.

          • Thanks Peter. As Michael Caine is alleged to have said, “There’s not a lot of people know that”!

  6. I am so sorry and angry that you and your wife have had to leave your own country Paul and I wish you both all the best in Thailand. There are still many parts of the country which are unaffected by immigrants but most cities aren’t among them.
    I rarely go to cities now if I can help it: too depressing. I find that ethnic minorities don’t like the countryside, they stick out like sore thumbs here. I worry about the future for my kids though and wonder if I should have left years ago. But another part of me thinks why should I? I’m British and so are all my ancestors; why should we be the ones to have to leave?

    • Having experienced first hand the Burmese multi culture and northern Thailand I would say long term security of property and / or person is a bit of a stretch.

  7. So goes the West, as long as we continue to have 1.2 babies per couple, there will be a constant need for foreign labor. It almost becomes a drug. Can’t live with it, can’t live without it! A perfect example is to check who it is that is taking care of our elderly in any old folks home, and I guarantee that the majority of workers are from a 3rd world country. Kiss Western Civilization good by. We have contracepted ourselves out of existance!

    • Funny- I heard only yesterday that if all the unemployed wanted jobs, then there wouldn’t be enough for them to have – as since the factories and coalmines closed, there have been considerably fewer jobs to replace them.

      This is also a frequent leftist argument, along with the one you stated about needing immigrants since the West doesn’t have enough babies. Yet apparently, none of them sees the contradiction…

      • Yeah, it’s just a flat out lie.

        The Japanese are getting on fine without an influx of immigrants.

  8. Very well written and quite moving. Thanks for your insights. Look forward to many more.

    – Another Londoner-turned-expat

  9. “We have contracepted ourselves out of existance!”

    There’s a lot more to it:

    In the 70s when I was a child and the 80s, when I was in my teens and early 20s, the message was very clear: we’re in a cold war, nuclear war could happen, the world is completely overpopulated, and we’re destroying the planet. You can’t deny that young women and men were getting this message BASHED into them by the media. How do you think that influenced us?

    Furthermore, if society had really wanted to encourage reproduction, there should have been part-time careers for ambitious, educated women. We didn’t want to be stay-at-home mothers. However valuable that role is, that is not what young people in the 80s and 90s wanted. So society, instead of opening the borders, needed to open people’s options for having children while having careers.

    Hopefully you’re not just blaming women for using contraception, but I get so sick of those who seem to see forced breeding as some kind of solution. There’s a wee bit more to bringing up children that just producing them, and intelligent, educated women and men (ie the ones who haven’t been having children) know that.

  10. Peter, I know northern Thailand. It’s not a bad place, even given its history as a hiding place for all kinds of narco-warlords and ungoverned mountain areas. If as a foreigner I could own property in the country, I might consider retiring there, since I know both Chinese and an advanced beginner’s level of Thai.

    I’m just worried about what happens when H.M. Bhumibol Adulyadej goes the way of all flesh (much as I wish him a long life). The upheavals going on since the advent of the Taksin Shinawatara government are disconcerting, to say the least.

  11. I understand Jews fleeing to Israel, but not Europeans fleeing leaving their countries to the predations of Muslims without a shot being fired.

    I remember discussing the fate of Europe with others back in the mid 00’s, and disagreeing with others who thought that Europe would go quietly, a million small steps to Shariah State, and I disagreed. Now, Im not so sure.

  12. Kepha, your fears for what happens after the passing of his majesty are valid, especially considering his advanced years and the fact he has cancer. The pro-Thaksin red shirts are armed and they have been known to kill anti-Thaksin demonstrators.

    My wife demonstrated against the Thaksin government before it fell. She would travel to Bangkok most weekends to join in the proceedings – I nearly said festivities – everything was mostly peaceful and more like a carnival than a demo.

    Most people welcomed the intervention of the army and, with the leader of the coup now declaring himself prime Minister, I can’t see any significant changes for the time being

    The only threat I see comes from the Jihadis in the south.

    • As a farang in Thailand getting involved in politics at any level is not smart. It is especially helpful to your personal safety not to have “opinions” about the Royal Family. Thailand like anywhere else with extreme corruption and poverty have real resentments behind their smiles when it comes to foreigners. You may yet find yourself feeling very grateful to be back home.

      • Voyager, I was visiting Thailand for a long time before I got married. Yes, there is much resentment against farangs but such resentment is normally reserved for the sleazebags, tattoed F-wits and baggy trousered brigade. I tend to avoid them like the plague and my circle of friends here is largely Thai. As for adverse comments about his majesty, I actually believe he is doing a good job and he is deified by his subjects.

  13. My reason for getting out was growing anti-Semitism, there could be a massacre of Jews in UK at any time now, this murder of a Jew by a Muslim was very neatly covered up:

    http://www.london24.com/news/crime/thamesmead_stabbing_neighbour_describes_man_as_great_friend_1_2239946#2

    The combination of Muslim hatred of Jews, Leftist hatred of Israel, and a lasting hangover of ‘County’ elitist antipathy amongst Conservatives makes London particularly very unsafe. Early in the 2010 riots, LBC did some live interviews, and one lady described how the Jewish shops were all burning, not a mention in the MSM since…. That this was a pogrom as well as well as a looting spree has been totally squashed.

    • interesting. Here was I thinking that the famous riots (I take it you mean the 2011 ones?) were basically a bunch of “rudeboys” and chavs randomly looting shops, looking for some “free stuff”. But maybe not so randomly…

      All of which may help explain Britons in the main continuing to tolerate the current state of affairs? Maybe they are just not hearing the full story from the media, and assume any incidents they personally suffered were isolated ones?

      Perhaps if there was a “tell Mama”-style project to document cases of muggings, drug gangs, grooming and other actions by “enrichers”, the scale of what’s happening would become more obvious, much more quickly?

    • Different city same tale. “Why didn’t the good Germans do something?” and “First they came for ……………..” etc etc etc. Well at least its nothing new and we have the experience and education to know exactly how to deal with the alien nations Sharia Nazis and their enablers? Don’t we?

  14. Good God Peter, is this a troll post? You complain about multiculturism and then bring in a wife from Thailand. Now you have moved to Thailand, apparently disregarding what the Thailanders might think about having a Brit for a neighbor.

    • Depends on how we define ‘multiculturalism’.

      I live in NZ. Multiethnicity here is based on people respecting each other’s equal rights under our Bill of Rights in a democracy. Where multiculturalism consists of enjoying various cuisines, beautiful arts and music, there really isn’t a problem. Chinese and Korean immigrants often speak their languages at home, but by the second generation they speak perfect English, tend to have very high achievements and are fully integrated. If they did consider themselves ‘superior’ it might be because academically they often are – i.e. for just reasons (I’m not saying they do consider themselves superior). Not because of some crazy text scribbled centuries ago. And they don’t try to force their opinions, any different religions or legal systems on the rest of NZ. Also, they tend to support themselves, contributing to our tax system, not draining it.

      Peter is just living out his life, quietly it would seem, in Thailand. Supporting himself I hope, presumably learning the language, not forcing his opinion or any different legal systems on the locals. I don’t get the impression that he’s forcing any form of multiculturalism, let alone any negative one, on the local people.

      • The main problem with PC Multiculturalism is the inability to make rational distinctions:

        If one could read minds, one’s mind-reading instrument would pick up the following static mush:

        “Other Cultures Good, Like Ethnic Restaurants, Appreciating Friendly Foreigners (Note to Self: Check Your White Bigotry and Don’t Call them “Foreigners”) Makes Me Feel Like a Nice White Person Who Is Trying to Free Himself From His Innate Bigotry, Muslims Seem Ethnic, Must Appreciate Muslims Too, Must Figure Out a Way to Re-Interpret the Mountain of Alarming Hateful Violent Data Coming from the Muslim World, Nice Friendly Muslims Help Me Find a Way to Avoid Condemning “All Muslims”…

        The rational way, on the other hand, says:

        “Non-Muslim immigrants from the Third World do present some problems (with the black ones tending to be worse, the Oriental ones on the whole the best (with granularization there, where Japanese, for example, are near the top while Hmong are near the bottom of that category); however, those problems are of an UTTERLY DIFFERENT ORDER from the problems presented by Muslim immigrants.”

        (Note my delicious use of politically INcorrect terms sprinkled here and there: a Counter-Jihadist who still has residues of PC MC lurking in his system (what I call an “asymptotic”) often is unable to utter or type such terms: “blacks are worse” or even just using the term “Oriental” tends to stick in their craw.)

      • New Zealand sounds very different to everywhere else in the world. Very different outcomes using the exact same formula.

    • Its incredible really. It’s a bit of that old “We took the boat along the Somali coast for a couple of weeks. We are not interested in politics.”

  15. Dingo Hammer, the locals seem to like me for some reason. As for troll post. Isn’t this what you are doing?

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