Sweden is an easy target for critics of Multiculturalism. Among the dhimmi nations of Western Europe, it leads the pack (with Britain trailing close behind) in its suicidal immigration policies and abject appeasement of Islam. Add to this Sweden’s nutty social fads — genderless restrooms, re-engineered pronouns to eliminate references to a specific sex, f***ing certificates for political leaders, etc. — and Sweden becomes a perfect dartboard for commentators taking aim at Socialist and Progressive insanity.
But there is another, entirely different Sweden. Call it the Sweden-That-Was. I’m not referring to the old hegemonic Sweden, the Sweden of three or four centuries ago that engaged in protracted warfare with Russia and Poland and gobbled up a big chunk of Denmark.
No, you only need to go back a hundred years or so to find a different Sweden. It was a dynamic, creative nation that led the world in science, engineering, mathematics, and industry. Its citizens — excepting the Sami and the Suomi, and those annoying near-Danes in Skåne — were ethnically homogeneous. They were, by and large, intelligent, inventive, honest, thrifty, industrious, cooperative, and devoted to the general welfare. Their form of governance, known as “The People’s Home” (Folkhemmet) , is held in distaste by those of us who despise Socialism. Yet for the Swedes it worked. For a while.
So what happened?
How did Sweden-That-Was metamorphose into Sweden-That-Is?
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Until a few years ago I didn’t know much about Swedish history and culture. Like most Americans who are alert to the Islamization of Europe, the bulk of the information I took in consisted of the absurdities that pour forth from Modern Multicultural Sweden.
However, as I edited more and more translations from Swedish sources, my knowledge gained breadth and depth. More recently, after I took on the job of copy-editing English translations for Dispatch International, large quantities of information about domestic Swedish issues began percolating into my understanding. Much of the material that passes through my hands concerns the recent deterioration of the Swedish welfare state, particularly its health care and elder care systems. What is striking about the current news on these topics is the implied functionality of the system as it existed fifty or sixty years ago.
Sweden’s welfare system, like any other, is constrained by demographics. Whether its administrators recognize it or not, in a society where medical advances continue to extend life expectancy, a socialized old-age pension scheme is very much dependent on an increasing population base to provide enough younger workers whose taxes will pay for the decades of generous care provided to elderly citizens. Never mind the current demographic decline — even a stable population is incapable of supplying sufficient resources to maintain indefinitely the same level of care for retired citizens. When the population stops growing, an inexorable pressure is exerted on the welfare state that guarantees its eventual collapse.
However, during those halcyon decades when there was an abundance of young workers in the tax base, the Swedish system of caring for the aged was an admirable success. Reading about Sweden-That-Was, one can see why Swedish Socialism was hailed as the model for the rest of the world by progressive-minded people.
Yet the Swedish system could not have been replicated in most societies, as it depended on national characteristics that are peculiar to Sweden. To function effectively, Folkhemmet required a population that was culturally uniform and predisposed to adhere to social consensus. Honesty, thrift, and industriousness were essential for the system to work. The Swedish character provided these traits in abundance, and the ideal — an entire nation-state that functioned like an extended family — was the result.
That system is now in the process of falling apart. After reading about Sweden-That-Was, the deep anger that simmers among the citizens of Sweden-That-Is becomes understandable. If they only dared to speak of it, their sentiment would run something like this: “Look at what we once had! How could we have thrown this away? What kind of traitors are responsible for the degraded state into which our nation has fallen?”
As mentioned previously, the days of the Swedish welfare state were numbered by demography in any case. However, the system would most likely have held together for several more decades, had the mind-virus of Multiculturalism not infected the minds of Sweden’s political class. By inviting in hundreds of thousands of unassimilable parasitic Third-World immigrants, policy planners guaranteed the early demise of Folkhemmet and foreclosed the possibility of a “soft landing” for the Swedish welfare state.
This bizarre passion for flooding the country with illiterate refugees — a sort of bovine spongiform encephalopathy infecting the entire West, and not just Scandinavia — drained away what remained of Sweden’s surplus resources and brought on the current crisis.
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The most perplexing aspect of this whole sordid business is why the elites who consigned Sweden to its current predicament ever thought their idea would work.
The outline of what they expected is obvious: by inviting in thousands and thousands of young immigrants and their families, they would replenish the diminishing cohort of workers whose taxes would take care of all those aging Swedes departing from the workforce.
Yet, after a cursory glance at the sociological aspects of migration, no more than a minimal level of intelligence is required to discern that this scheme was doomed to fail — and the Swedes, as noted above, are an exceptionally intelligent race. How could they fail to apprehend the disaster that lay in store for them?
What’s wrong with them?
The most important prerequisite for a functioning welfare state in Sweden is that it be run by Swedes, for Swedes. The mindset of those whose taxes fund it and those who receive its benefits needs to be, well, Swedish. They must be people who value labor over idleness; who are congenitally indisposed to game the system; who have a basic understanding of their duty to contribute to the general welfare. Absent such characteristics, the system could do nothing but fail.
Why was this fact so difficult to recognize? Why was it so hard to understand that Somalis and Kosovars and Iraqis are not at all like Swedes? How could anyone with an IQ above room temperature fail to predict that the newcomers would extract everything they possibly could from the Swedish benefits system, whilst putting as little as possible into it?
Inviting in the Third World is not the same as importing Finns, or Norwegians, or even Danes. The “New Swedes” originate largely from predator cultures, those benighted societies in which anyone outside the tribe, or even the immediate clan, is an object to be exploited. From their perspective, the Swedish welfare system is manna from heaven, a windfall just waiting to be harvested and consumed by the family and the clan. Such bounty! Such abundance!
No one in Puntland or Pristina or Karbala had ever experienced such a profusion of wealth, just sitting there waiting to be taken.
Throw Islam into the mix, and you have the current state into which modern Multicultural Sweden has descended. Yet it was all so predictable. This, as they say, is not rocket science. Why was it so hard to foresee?
Why is it even now, three decades later, so difficult to understand? The process is well underway. The endgame is clear. The results are mathematically inevitable. How is it that all the mathematicians and engineers with which Sweden is glutted are unable to comprehend such simple, basic facts?
I have no answer to these questions. Sweden is not unique; it is simply leading the insane headlong rush into the Multicultural pit, with the rest of the West following along blindly.
Mass hypnosis, perhaps. Collective insanity. A rampaging epidemic of political prions in the brains of the powers-that-be. The Mad Cow Disease of Multiculturalism.
I can’t think of a better explanation. Can you?
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While writing the dysphoric account above, I was reminded once again of “Crow’s Elephant Totem Song” by the late British Poet Laureate Ted Hughes. When you read this poem, visualize the Swedish polity playing the part of the elephant, with “New Swedes” in the role of the hyenas:
Once upon a time
God made this Elephant.
Then it was delicate and small
It was not freakish at all
The Hyenas sang in the scrub You are beautiful—
They showed their scorched heads and grinning expressions
Like the half-rotted stumps of amputations—
We envy your grace
Waltzing through the thorny growth
O take us with you to the Land of Peaceful
O ageless eyes, of innocence and kindliness
Lift us from the furnaces
And furies of our blackened faces
Within these hells we writhe
Shut in behind the bars of our teeth
In hourly battle with death
The size of the earth
Having the strength of the earth
So the Hyenas ran under the Elephant’s tail
As like a lithe and rubber oval
He strolled gladly around inside his ease
But he was not God no it was not his
To correct the damned
In rage in madness then they lit their mouths
They tore out his entrails
They divided him among their several hells
To cry all his separate pieces
Swallowed and inflamed
Amidst paradings of infernal laughter.
At the Resurrection
The Elephant got himself together with correction
Deadfall feet and toothproof body and bulldozing bones
And completely altered brains
Behind aged eyes, that were wicked and wise.
So through the orange blaze and blue shadow
Of the afterlife, effortless and immense,
The Elephant goes his own way, a walking sixth sense,
And opposite and parallel
The sleepless Hyenas go
Along a leafless skyline trembling like an oven roof
With a whipped run
Their shame-flags tucked hard down
Over the gutsacks
Crammed with putrefying laughter
Soaked black with the leakage and seepings
And they sing: “Ours is the land
Of loveliness and beautiful
Is the putrid mouth of the leopard
And the graves of fever
Because it is all we have—”
And they vomit their laughter.
And the Elephant sings deep in the forest-maze
About a star of deathless and painless peace
But no astronomer can find where it is.
To extend the analogy, will Sweden experience a resurrection? Will it get itself together with correction? How about the rest of the West?
There are optimists and pessimists among us, and they hold opposite opinions. Only time will tell.