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The following essay by El Inglés is the first of a three-part report on the Pakistanis. It is being posted this week to commemorate the tenth anniversary of the publication of Surrender, Genocide… or What?, which caused the ejection of Gates of Vienna from Pajamas Media. For more on the memorable events of 2008, see this post.
Against the Murdering, Thieving Hordes of Pakistanis
by El Inglés
It will not have escaped the attention of anyone likely to read this essay that the last few years have seen a sharp increase in the severity of the problems created in European countries by Muslims. Developments have, we feel, reached a point where we need to commit the unforgivable offence of stating the obvious: certain populations currently resident in certain European countries need to leave. Given that they will not leave willingly, they will have to be forced out.
Of course, we are not so arrogant as to make any concrete suggestions as to who exactly these peoples might be in European countries other than our own. This is a matter for the respective peoples of those countries to decide for themselves: the Dutch in the Netherlands, the French in France, the Germans in Germany. Being British, we will limit ourselves to considering courses of action that should be taken by the British people. In this particular document, we advocate more specifically the driving out of the Pakistani Muslim diaspora of the United Kingdom. Readers should note that this term includes all people of Pakistani Muslim origin in the UK, irrespective of the citizenship they might hold.
We will start by looking at the country of Pakistan itself, in an attempt to root it more firmly in our minds. Here, we apologize in advance for any psychological damage inflicted upon our unsuspecting readers by this sudden, up-close-and-personal exposure to the horrors of this deeply unpleasant country. Spoiler alert: it is precisely the type of place one would expect, given the assiduously pestilential and malevolent diaspora it has bestowed upon us.
Having given the reader some sort of grounding in what Pakistan actually is, we will draw out certain key themes to demonstrate the cultural, religious and psychic continuity of Pakistanis in Pakistan and the Pakistani Muslim diaspora in the United Kingdom. This will allow us to illustrate what a damaging and contaminating presence they are. It is worth pointing out here that a small fraction of the population of Pakistan consists of non-Muslim groups such as Christians, Sikhs, and Hindus. These people are not the focus of our analysis; the term Pakistani should not be taken as referring to them unless specified; and, for what little it is worth, we extend to them our heartfelt sympathies that they should be exposed, day in, day out, to the tender mercies of Pakistani Muslims.
Next, we will lay out in some detail just what sort of policies we believe a future British government could and should implement in order to force out the Pakistani diaspora of the UK. Let us be clear — we are not engaging in some sort of blue-sky thinking about what the government could do in principle to achieve this objective. We are explicitly advocating everything we discuss in the section in question, unless we specify to the contrary. This point will become clearer during the relevant discussion.
Welcome to Pakistan
Such are the horrors and madness it encompasses that one must occasionally, as one reads about Pakistan and its multifarious peoples, stop and remind oneself that the country is, in fact, real; that it does, in fact, exist. It is not a satirical construct created to warn us of the dangers of certain courses of action, or modes of thought. Nor is it a light-hearted alien world dreamt up by the creators of a piece of science fiction. We know that it is real for two reasons: a) its people increasingly infest our own country, the United Kingdom, and logic dictates that they must have originated somewhere; and b) the current author actually read a book on Pakistan by way of basic research for this essay — Pakistan, A Hard Country.
Yes, reader! Lest you convince yourself that we writers are an effete and weak-willed bunch, we would point out that this particular writer read the best part of an entire book on the subject of this nasty, depressing dirthole. Such is his dedication to the cause of learning and reflection. Admittedly, he skipped most of the section on Balochistan, which was even more disturbing and depressing than the rest of the country. Nonetheless, the reader should not conclude on this basis that this author’s commitment to excellence in research is anything less than total.
Here I must apologize to the author of this reference work, one Anatol Lieven. He would doubtless be dismayed to discover that the fruit of his labours was to be used as fuel for the arguments of those who believe that the Pakistani population of the UK is a fifth column that deserves only to be driven out with all haste. This is, nonetheless, a pressing matter, and his sensibilities will not lead us to refrain from looking at Pakistan and its diaspora in the UK with a sceptical eye and rendering such judgement as we deem appropriate.
Let us then throw together a brief and eclectic country summary for Pakistan, a sort of through-the-looking-glass travel guide for those with an interest in the country. Pakistan came into existence in 1947, when British India was partitioned to create two new countries: India and Pakistan. That the two countries grew out of British imperial history has allowed the denizens of the Indian sub-continent to blame the white man for every affliction they have suffered in the last 70 years, even when the affliction in question consists of their murdering each other, with no obvious reluctance, over such things as: their freely-chosen religions; a cow; a pig or part thereof; damage inflicted upon a book; conflicting interpretations of the mutterings of a mad 7th-century Arab; illicit love between boy and girl; or, in extreme cases, illicit love between boy and livestock (though this last occurs relatively seldom and is usually hushed up before it hits Instagram). Verily, the powers of the white man are all-encompassing!
The proud new country of Pakistan consisted of modern-day Pakistan (then West Pakistan) and modern-day Bangladesh (then East Pakistan) as well. What, precisely, these two groups of people saw in each other that should have led them into this unhappy union remains a profound mystery. Regardless, the new country disintegrated in 1971 as the Bangladeshis (which is to say, the East Pakistanis) rose up against Pakistani (which is to say, West Pakistani) rule, were horribly brutalized, and were then rescued by the Indians. East Pakistan thus became Bangladesh, a country afflicted to this very day by two apparently insoluble problems: firstly, the country was built in the middle of a river; and secondly, it is full of Bangladeshis. Bangladesh and its UK diaspora will be subjected to analysis in future works. Here, we must satisfy ourselves with the observation that the country is not on our bucket list.
West Pakistan had now been shorn of its Bangladeshi ballast by an Indian Army that, though no match for the inscrutable Orientals on the other side of the Himalayas, could still at the very least give the bally Pakis what for. Before this second great partition of India, East and West Pakistan together had constituted a desperate, pre-modern, sectarian, tribal, Muslim hellhole that had a disconcerting tendency to be devastated by floodwaters coming down from the Tibetan plateau. Radically transformed by the war of 1971, West Pakistan (henceforth simply Pakistan) now stood ready to embrace a brighter future as a desperate, pre-modern, sectarian, tribal, Muslim hellhole that had a disconcerting tendency to be devastated by floodwaters coming down from the Tibetan plateau. Only one thing stood in its way: it was soon discovered that the country was full of Pakis, and therefore doomed.
The official languages of Pakistan are Urdu and English. The latter is the language of a now-despised group of ex-colonial overlords known to history as the British. The former is an Indian language brought to Pakistan around the time of Partition in 1947 by the northern Indian Muslim elites who, in a huff over not being granted what they saw as equal rights in what would have been a united India, engineered the creation of Pakistan itself. These people, referred to collectively as the Mohajirs, settled largely in the city of Karachi, which is the capital city of the state of Sindh. The Mohajirs, coming from India, are some of the truest believers in the political project that is Pakistan. Reader, one’s belief in the political project that is Pakistan must be profound indeed if one is actually motivated to go and live there; all the people who are already there want to live in Bradford.
Despite being the capital of Sindh, Karachi has few Sindhis in it, as it was largely overwhelmed by said Mohajirs. These people have come to be despised as invaders and oppressors by the Sindhis, who are numerically dominant in Sindh outside of Karachi. This means that both official languages of Pakistan are the languages of peoples despised as invaders by a substantial fraction of the population. Imagine Chinese having two official languages, English and Japanese, and you will be on the right lines.
The other main group of people in Karachi is the Pathans, whose generally florid and pleasant nature quickly reveals itself to those who peruse the news coming out of the Afghan-Pakistani border area. Other Pakistanis love the Pathans when they, the Pathans, are killing Americans in Afghanistan, and despise and fear them at all other times, viewing them as sensible Western peoples tend to view Pakistanis more generally: primitive, barbaric, fanatical, rapidly-reproducing savages with whom some sort of Ragnarok-style battle will eventually be inevitable. The Pathans are convinced they are an inoffensive, decent people who are inexplicably loathed despite their contribution to the vibrant, multicultural tapestries that are Karachi and Quetta.
The Pathans are flooding into Karachi as they flee both sides of the Afghan-Pakistani border area, gradually overwhelming the Mohajirs, the people who overwhelmed it after Partition. This ecstatic coming-together of peoples does much to explain Karachi’s status as a must-see destination on the international jet-setting circuit. The reader should think of Dubrovnik, but with cheaper espresso and more blood, screeching, and Pakistanis.
The Balochis, who hail from the conveniently-named Balochistan, which makes up 44% of the country, want independence from Pakistan. However, their capital city, Quetta, which lies astride one of the old invasion routes to India that so concerned British officials during the days of the Great Game, is gradually filling up with — wait for it — Pathans from Pakistan and Afghanistan.
The Punjabis are convinced that they ‘are’ Pakistan, and, being the majority group, are often accused of having nothing but scorn for the other peoples of Pakistan. They of course consider themselves to be the only thing holding the project together. Our impression is that they are probably a tad more civilized than the other peoples of Pakistan, if we might be allowed to damn them with faint praise. The Punjab is, nonetheless, ground zero for most of the astonishingly brutal Sunni-Shia violence that has roiled Pakistan on and off since the Islamic Revolution in 1979 and the consequent heightening of Sunni-Shia tensions in that part of the world.
We often hear it claimed, at least by a certain type of dunderheaded, pot-smoking type, that inter-group hostility is based on fear of the unknown and can therefore be defused through greater exposure and understanding. This dynamic, doubtful at the best of times, appears to be in complete abeyance in Pakistan. Living cheek by jowl in some of the world’s foulest cities, everybody in Pakistan seems to hate every group they themselves do not belong to, a position we consider entirely reasonable, with the one caveat that they should go a step further and hate themselves as well. This would represent a full convergence of Pakistani opinion and the obvious truth about this experiment in South Asian self-rule: that Pakistan is a hateful toilet full of Pakistanis. Some would consider this position uncharitable, but who are we to place our own, tendentious intuitions above the Pakistanis’ own beliefs as to their own aggregate hatefulness.
Geographically speaking, we see that the appellation dirthole is more than accurate insofar as it is used to describe Pakistan. Pakistan is essentially the Indus river valley as it winds its way down out of the Himalayan mountain range, plus the previously-mentioned stretch of dirt called Balochistan, over which the Pakistanis retain control out of a conviction that Pakistan sans Balochistan would be insufficiently depressing. One might think that the Indus river valley would have been better off being located in India itself, given that the words India, Hindu, Hindi, and Hindustani, all derive from it. Unaccountably, the decision was made a very long time ago to put it in Pakistan instead, and the greatest minds of the sub-continent have yet to devise a way of shifting it.
The narrow smudge of green one sees in satellite pictures of Pakistan is the central portion of the Indus valley. Meltwater from the Tibetan plateau sloshes down this valley largely as and when it sees fit, resulting in frequent catastrophic floods when heavy winter snows are followed by fierce spring sunshine. Nevertheless, the river is the country’s lifeline, and the proper management of its waters will be crucial to its future efforts to create a gigantic-enough population surplus to rape every underage white girl in Britain. It is to these efforts that we now shift our focus.
Our further exploration of Pakistan and its diaspora in the UK will proceed as follows. We will examine two themes that we consider important in establishing that the Pakistanis are an enemy population that represents a grave threat to the British people. Each of these themes will be examined first in the context of Pakistan, then in the context of the UK, to demonstrate a broad psychological and cultural continuity between Pakistanis in Pakistan and Pakistanis in the UK.
The reader should note that, unless indicated otherwise, the word ‘Pakistani’ is used in this essay to refer to all Muslim people of Pakistani origin. The word ‘Paki’ is synonymous with the word Pakistani, but constitutes a more open expression of contempt.
Women and Girls — Pakistan
Even the most committed defender of the Pakistanis, be he Pakistani or deranged white person, will likely acknowledge that there are some issues with the way this group of people thinks about and interacts with women and girls. This is not an anthropological tract, and we do not intend to engage in some profound psychological analysis as to why the Pakistanis are the way they are. For our purposes, it will suffice to illustrate certain aspects of Pakistani culture. We acknowledge the obvious cultural complexity of the country, but insist nonetheless that it is meaningful and legitimate to make observations about the country as a whole.
Honour Killing of Farzana Parveen Iqbal
Farzana Parveen Iqbal was murdered on May 27th, 2014. She was beaten to death by a group of approximately twelve family members outside a court in Lahore, in the Punjab.
Farzana had committed the cardinal sin of getting married to the man she wanted to marry rather than being farmed off as breeding stock to whichever member of the extended family was next in line for his very own chapatti-cook/sex slave. In Pakistan, this tends to result in your family murdering you in as grisly a manner as possible. As her father, arrested by the Pakistani police, put it, “I killed my daughter as she had insulted all of our family by marrying a man without our consent, and I have no regret over it”.
Incredibly, and readers might want to pinch themselves here, the bereaved husband of the unfortunate Farzana had already murdered his own ex-wife to make possible his second marriage to Farzana. He had then contrived to be ‘forgiven’ for this offence by her next of kin, which is to say, their mutual son.
Muhammad Iqbal, the bereaved husband, can be seen in photographs on the Internet holding up photographs of his deceased wife, Farzana. Though I have some sympathy for her, I am less willing to sympathize with a man who believes that it is wrong to murder his wives unless he is the one who happens to be murdering them.
Honour killings are, of course, fairly normal in Pakistan. It is estimated that many hundreds of honour killings, of both men and women, take place in Pakistan every year, although the true number cannot be known with confidence. The Pakistani government has recently closed the loophole whereby people can be pardoned for this crime by the family members of the deceased. Whether this is likely to do much to reduce the frequency of such murders is another question entirely. At the very least, we commend the Pakistani government for its efforts to drag the country, kicking and screaming, into the 9th century.
Gang Rape of Mukhtar Mai
Mukhtar Mai was gang-raped in June 2002, by four evil Pakistani pieces of dirt, or, in an alternative formulation, by four Britons-to-be who had simply not yet sneaked into Britain on the back of a truck and hung around long enough to claim their British passports. The story of how this came to pass is not clear in every detail, but a broad-brush picture can be painted here. Readers who simply do not believe that any of this could be true are invited to do their own research. They will quickly encounter the same sources we ourselves based this account on.
Mukhtar, whom we commend here as being a formidable individual of remarkable psychological fortitude, had a significantly younger brother who was gang-raped by a group of local Pakistani men. When the police were called over this crime, the men apparently defended themselves on the basis of a claim that this 12-year-old boy had entered into an illicit relationship with a woman in the family of the rapists, who would have been in her late twenties at the time.
This rather implausible claim as to a relationship between a 12-year old boy and a grown woman notwithstanding, it was decided by a tribal ‘jurga’, or, translated into English, a bunch of slavering madmen, that punishment must be inflicted on the family of the gang-raped boy who had supposedly defiled the honour of the 20-something. Hence the rape of his sister. Said rape was conducted by four men from the family of the 20-something, whilst another ten men apparently stood around and watched. Punitive gang rape seems to be a spectator sport in Pakistan.
Having been raped and depraved by these men for the crime of having done precisely nothing whatsoever, Mukhtar was then paraded around naked in front of the village, which the expectation being that she would then commit suicide from the shame of it all. But this she refused to do. Instead, she went to the police and reported the rape. Six men were eventually found guilty of her rape, most of whom were sentenced to death. After a long and tortuous legal process, most or all of them seem to have been acquitted on appeal.
President Musharraf made efforts to restrict Mai’s attempts to travel abroad, concerned as he was that the case was casting Pakistan in a poor light. Perish the thought, old chap, perish the thought.
Honour Killing of Samia Shahid
Samia Shahid was a member of the Pakistani diaspora in the UK who was raped and murdered by family members in Pakistan in 2016. Though there are some uncertainties as to what exactly happened in this grisly case, much is reasonably clear.
Samia was found dead in Punjab, on July 20, 2016. Being a fairly typical ‘British’ Pakistani, she had married her cousin, Muhammad Shakeel, in an arranged marriage. In 2014, she divorced him and remarried a man called Syed Mukhtar Khan, with whom she went to live in Dubai.
In 2016, she was enticed back to Pakistan by suggestions that her father, resident in that country, was gravely ill. Her mother and sister are said to have been instrumental in these efforts, and are both apparently wanted in Pakistan for colluding in her murder. Despite initial suggestions that she had died of a heart attack, the police eventually arrived at the conclusion that she had been murdered. Apparently the strangulation marks around her throat were a bit of a giveaway.
Her first husband and father were arrested for her murder. Though her father was eventually released on bail, a Pakistani police report apparently concluded that, after her husband had raped her, her father helped hold her down while her cousin/ex-husband throttled her. Her father denied both that he was involved in any violence against her, and that she had been murdered at all. He claimed that the marks around her neck were caused by a heavy necklace she used to wear. The plausibility of this claim is left to the reader to evaluate.
Her father died recently and will therefore obviously never stand trial for her murder. Her ex-husband is apparently still in custody. He has allegedly acknowledged having killed her, though the details are not clear. The second husband of the deceased, Mr. Khan, has suggested that his wife was killed not only for having divorced her first husband, but also for having converted to Shia Islam, he himself being a Shia.
It is startling to bear in mind that Samia had a very strong sense that going to Pakistan could well result in her own death, and went nonetheless.
The reader is asked also to bear in mind that if her first husband and father had been able to persuade her to return to that first relationship, it is quite possible that the alleged evil, raping, murdering piece of dog dirt that was her first husband would eventually have made his way to the UK and obtained British citizenship.
This would have meant that refusing to consider this piece of Pakistani offal British, as British as any Briton who ever lived, would have qualified one as a racist and a bigot, if not worse. Fortunately for us, but unfortunately for Samia, this is not how things worked out. Shakeel revealed himself to be just another alleged psychopathic Pakistani dirtbag, rather than the ‘British’ version thereof.
Kidnapping of Maryam Mushtaq
It is often held that the national sport in Pakistan is cricket. In fact, there are two national sports in Pakistan, and only cricket, the more benign of the two, can be blamed on the white man. The second national sport is kidnapping Christian women and girls, raping them, ‘marrying’ them and forcibly converting them to Islam. The police often aid the process by turning up at the door of the family of the abductee, displaying a marriage certificate and ‘explaining’ that the girl or woman will not be coming back as she is now in a legal Islamic marriage. This overwhelming and unimaginable evil has been busy pumping its population out into the historically Christian UK for generations. The reader should bear this in mind the next time they are being lectured on the cultural benefits of immigration from Muslim latrines like Pakistan.
Being kidnapped, raped and enslaved in the name of the religion of peace then, is an occupational hazard for Christian women in Pakistan. Maryam Mushtaq discovered this to her cost in Lahore in May, 2016. Lahore is the capital of the Punjab, and often considered one of the most civilized places in the country, just as Lava Vent No. 27, Southern Badlands, Mordor West is widely considered one of the coolest and most fragrant areas of that lovely land.
Maryam, a Pakistani Christian, was walking home with her 11-year-old brother when she was abducted in broad daylight. The police, upon looking into the abduction, reported back to her traumatized family that the abducting party, who had clearly been easily identified, had shown them a marriage certificate ‘proving’ that Maryam had converted to Islam and was now married to him. And that, apparently, was that.
We have struggled to find any updates on this particular case, as nothing seems to be available in English. Apparently cases like this do not usually result in any police action at all, but the brazen, daylight abduction meant that the police had to register it as a crime in this case.
An estimated 1,000 girls, Christian and Hindu both, are abducted, forcibly converted to Islam and married against their will every year in Pakistan. Most of them are very young, in their teens. The attentive reader will note the obvious parallel between this behaviour and the behaviour of the child-raping Pakistani horde of Britain, the main difference lying in the fact that the British state is not yet so inert as to actually allow the outright abduction and forced marriage of 12-year-old white girls.
Coming up in Part 2: Pakistanis in the UK
For previous posts by El Inglés, see the El Inglés Archives.