Muslim grooming gangs


I hate to give succour to Muslim grooming gangs but I can sort of understand how this phenomenon came about. Yes, the men themselves are creeps who care more about satisfying their libidos than whether they destroy the lives of young English girls, along with those of their parents and grandparents. Still, that’s ever been the case, especially in places where different ethnic groups lead parallel lives. Why should predatory men care about the offspring of a rival group? Politicians who like to talk about our ‘community’ are just fooling themselves – or trying to fool us. There is no community. Just us and them, and that is clearly how these Muslim men see things.

I can easily picture a society in which Muslim grooming gangs wouldn’t have become a thing in the first place. A society in which children aren’t sexualised at an early age; where sex, alcohol and drugs are things for adults, not 13-year-olds; where parents aren’t afraid to lay the law down and stop their children from ruining their own lives, as well as the lives of those around them; where children, who let’s face it, don’t know anything about anything, don’t consider themselves more worldly-wise than adults; where teachers discipline pupils and don’t think ‘authoritarian’ is necessarily a term of disapproval; where saying, ‘This is 2018, you know!’ is not considered a proper argument.

I can understand why children rebel against their parents, especially in a world that is constantly changing, as David Cassidy might say. Parents can’t help but be a little behind the times and it’s natural for young people to look to their peers rather than parents for up-to-date guidance on how to behave. My guess is that the generation gap, and thus rebellion, isn’t nearly so big in traditional societies where nothing much changes and parents don’t seem so hopelessly passé. Yet the youth culture that modern western children try to conform to, with its gangster rappers and half-dressed teeny-bopper popstars, looks a bit rubbish to me. Girls aspire to be ‘sassy’ but I personally don’t find it that such a great a trait. I realise that culture has a mind of its own and it’s hard to channel it but couldn’t adults do something to reduce the sheer awfulness of it?

As I said, I think I can more or less see how the phenomenon of grooming spread among Muslims. I remember doing things with groups that I wouldn’t have dreamt of doing alone. When you look around you and say to yourself, ‘Well, that’s weird yet it seems to be the norm around here. Maybe it’s me who’s out of step. And hey, there appear to be no negative consequences to shagging underage white girls: no teachers or parents tapping on my taxi window and asking me why I’m parked outside the school; no police tracking down other Muslim men who have been doing this for years; no irate fathers or older brothers with baseball bats come for revenge. So hey, why not join in?’

‘Everyone was doing it’ was of course the kind of thinking behind many bad things: tax avoidance in Greece, making fun of gays, calling Asians ‘Pakis’, persecuting Jews and so on. With no deterrents, no sense that these girls or their families are worthy of any respect, in a culture that is decadent to the core, our society and our people were rife for exploitation.

I think it’s clear that the experiment in multiculturalism hasn’t worked out as some optimists had hoped and it’s time to reassess things right now. Yet that would mean these same optimists would have to admit to having been wrong and so instead they say, ‘No, no, it is working. We just need a bit more time, continued immigration from Muslim lands and for the white people to try a bit harder.

Though this has very little to do with anything, an anecdote that Kingsley Amis relates in his autobiography came to mind. He was staying in the same hotel as Terry Thomas, the actor. One evening Thomas said he felt ‘randy’ so went to ask the hotel porter where he might pick up a girl. Amis went off to bed and next morning asked Thomas how he had got on. ‘Absolutely marvellous, old boy. Before I could even tell the porter what was on my mind he’d started showing me photos of his grandchildren and what-not and after a bit of that I found all my desire had vanished and I went straight to bed and slept like a child.’

My guess is that once Thomas was reminded that girls are not atomised individuals but are part of a family with brothers and sister, parents and grandparents, with family photos and souvenirs of the Isle of Wight on the mantelpiece, then the predatory feeling left him. Maybe we could show family photos to Muslim grooming gangs. Or just deport the whole lot of the scumbags.

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