More than six years ago Thilo Sarrazin, then a member of the board of the Bundesbank in Germany, gained notoriety when he published a book entitled Deutschland schafft sich ab — Wie wir unser Land aufs Spiel setzen (“Abolishing Germany — How we’re putting our country in jeopardy”). Mr. Sarrazin was reviled for his attempts to warn his fellow countrymen of what lay ahead. He was shamed and shunned by the German Gutmenschen. He lost his position on the board of the bank and was nearly expelled from the Social Democratic Party.
Since then Mr. Sarrazin’s warnings have gone unheeded by German policymakers. The flow of the “replacement population” into the country has accelerated dramatically over the past two years. Many observers now believe that the destruction of the Germans as a people and a nation is irreversible.
One of those observers is the author of this essay from Die Freiheitswelle, which is based on a Facebook post. Many thanks to JLH for the translation:
The Long Farewell
October 19, 2016
I was traveling. Among other places, in the Hungarian capital, Budapest, which, according to the representations of the leftist, German, smear press, must be the vestibule of Hell, crushed in the claws of a misanthropic demon.
Of course, it is not.
It is lovely. Relaxed, both peaceful and seductive. Good, strong wine and beautiful women — straight-backed and with mile-high cheekbones and cobalt black hair.
But I digress.
I cried when I was there, which has not happened for a long time, because I saw, and understood better than ever before, what we — I mean the people in the North and West of Europe which is falling into the abyss — have lost beyond recall.
Sovereignty, security, presence.
And yes, pride — justifiable pride.
I came back to a district, a city, a country where I am myself the de facto alien.
Where it is not advisable to be on the streets after dark in a typical “socially weak” (euphemism for “conquered”) district of a typical metropolis.
Where the knees of the ever-present 80% majority of “good people” are raw from worshipping what is alien.
Where even the president, who finds every people on earth more beautiful and worthy than his own, can envision the representative of a civilization-hostile faith as his successor[1].
Where the glitzy limousines of the never-changing clientele are pulled up on the sidewalk in front of the hookah bars, and it is clear what would happen to anyone who was stupid enough to complain about it.
Where hardly any offense is taken when once-conservative newspapers ridicule people who think as I do, who are then ridiculed again in social media by the devoted followers of Merkel (for of course every invasion has its lickspittles and guard dogs).
Where the children and grandchildren of those who have made this land great are now in the truest sense of the word an endangered species.
Where it becomes increasingly more obvious who the new masters in the land are, and who is paying tribute to them, either insipidly and spinelessly, or in over-eager, fawning enthusiasm about the transcendent experience of self-immolation.
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