Many thanks to Nash Montana for this translation from Roland Tichy’s website:
I am worthless.
By Anabel Schunke
Worthless in a human sense. In reference to my origin. My worldview. My simple opinion. Because I am German. Completely without a politically correct talkshow-worthy migration background and without religion that supposedly constantly discriminates and I therefore get discriminated against.
But not worthless with respect to my money. Because the Left’s dream of Multiculturalism needs to be financed, after all. I am good enough for that, but I am fed up with only being good enough when my tax money is demanded for those who allegedly enrich us. They who then often not only aren’t grateful towards us, but treat us as second-class citizens, like idiots who can be fleeced. They who do not enrich us, but themselves.
We are Germans.
Just saying this sentence out loud in our current climate of political correctness sounds incredibly weird. Our opinion, if it isn’t multiculti, does not count. People who could express this opinion for people like me either aren’t heard at all or are dissed for being right-wing populists. It’s almost like we don’t want a voice speaking up for us anymore, and if we do, then only curious odd coots so that we can turn them into objects of ridicule. We’re not supposed to think that we are many. That it is OK that so many think that way, and that there are more sensible, reasonable people among us Germans than not. Instead we have to be lectured. By the hijab activists Aiman Mazyek and Lamya Kador. We have to be told what our obligation to provide is, and what racist a******s we really are.
And I am woman.
…Whose freedom and liberty fell victim to the refugee crisis first. It is not always obvious, a lot of times it’s extremely subtle. For instance, when I got pepper spray after the events in Cologne, or when other women tell me how they avoid certain clothes or places. There are many of us who go into inner emigration because we just have been raised to be loving and nice. And because we are insecure about our political opinion. Because we want to please and be liked, and because politics is so horribly polarizing. But when is the moment reached when one has to strike back and fight for one’s own rights, which have been taken for granted for so long? When do I have to leave the political commonplace and take a position? Now. Exactly now. The selling out of our freedom has long ago started, and we are the first that have been affected by this. We’re practically the seismograph for everything that is still coming at us. But I don’t want to be a seismograph, and I don’t want and I never wanted to be nice and loving and please everybody. I also want to be worth something.
I am a cop.
Nobody cares when I put myself out there day in and day out. When I get pounded with bottles and rocks by the Antifa, it’s the police who are accused of brutality. When our red-green political leadership budget-cut the police down to nothing, we are the ones who are blamed when not enough of us are present in Cologne. We experience the consequences of Merkel’s refugee politics every single day at point-blank range. We are the ones who are completely powerless against the African drug dealers because here in Germany it’s easier to hold a parking offender accountable than a criminal. We have to catch escaped terror suspects we never encountered before Merkel let them into the country. We don’t get a federal cross for merit for our work. That medal is handed out to the Syrians that caught him [reference to the El-Bakr case]. Because even with the federal cross for merit, it’s not about the actual work anymore, but about the “good deed” behind it. What counts is the message of multicultural enrichment even as our daily experiences tell us something completely different.
I am a teacher.
In my class I have to include not only handicapped children but refugees as well. I have to do justice to everyone and I can’t, because the personnel and the money are just not there. In the end we all suffer, but most of all the students who do well and can’t be supported. But achievement is now frowned upon, anyway. Better to have them all the same, even if it means keeping them dumb. Germany can afford it. Besides education we have so many other resources, after all. And when I feel burned out, well, I’ll just have to cancel the entire class for a day.
I am a physician. I am a judge. I am an entrepreneur. I am a Hartz-IV recipient and single mother. I am a human who writes against all this insanity, and I am ostracized for it and threatened. In the end the only thing that counts is the worthy cause to which we have to submit and for which we have to pay. Financially, culturally, and in human capital.
But I don’t want to pay for anything anymore that does not enrich me. For people who laugh at me for my naiveté and good will. I do not want to have to be considerate any longer of the cultural and religious sensitivities of Muslims. Not in the cafeteria. Not at school. Instead I want to finally be treated with greater consideration. To be able to criticize without being called a racist. The majority and not the minority to be heard. That I, too, will be worth something again.
How long can you treat people this way until they fight back? Is it really we who write against all of this who are the hatemongers and the agitators, or is it those in the media and politics who make people feel like they’re nobody, and eventually drive them to turn right?
You may decide public opinion, but the public you are not. And me, I am not worthless.