Video 2:Several years ago we featured a four-part Israeli documentary about Islam in Europe. Immediately after the November 13 massacre in Paris, the same outfit put out another documentary about the hijra — the migration of mujahideen from Europe to Syria, and then back again to Europe. This production includes recent footage as well clips filmed a year or two ago. Hijra, Part 1: Jihad Calls Them Forward
Hijra (ar. هِجْرَة hiǧra “udvandring) en konstituerende begivenhed i islam, hvor Muhammed i 622 udvandrede fra Mekka til Medina og spredte islam.. – Security Sources: Scores Of Terrorists Hiding Among Migrants Streaming Into Europe.
I Finland kan man modsat i de løgnagtige svenske medier sige sandheden. Ud af 19. 600 migranter var kun 409 fra Syrien. Langt hovedparten var irakere. Finland Busts Key Refugee Myth: They Are Mostly Male and Not From Syria.
»Molenbeek broke my heart«
A former resident reflects on his struggles with Brussels’ most notorious neighborhood.
En fascinerende og lærerig artikel af antropologen og krigsfotografen Teun Voeten, en hip, liberal idealist, der flytter ind i den “vibrerende multikultur” i Molenbeek, for år senere at flytte ud ribbet for alle illusioner om multikultur iblandet islam. Efter at enlige kvinder, jøder og bøsser er jaget ud af det “deprimerende, forarmede, fatalistiske Molenbeek.” Intolerante muslimer ville alligevel have jaget ham ud før eller senere.
Bryssel er en muslimsk flertalsby om senest tyve år. Teun Voeten beskriver det politiske system og de inkompetente politikere, der har ladet det sejle, så Bryssel nu er “beyond repair.” Det er en fantastisk tanke, at denne dysfunktionelle by skal forestille sig at være “Europas Hovedstad” og sæde for NATO.
Molenbeek er ikke en forstad, som danske journalister tror, den ligger så tæt på centrum og Europaviertal, som Nørrebro eller Kartoffelrækkerne ligger i afstand fra Rådhuspladsen. Om tyve år er Europaviertel en indhegnet ø i et “etnisk” hav bevogtet af militær, hvis da ikke EU og NATO helt er flyttet. Artiklen her burde runddeles til notoriske fjolser i EU og de nationale parlamenter, der stadig ikke har indset hvilken skade, de har forvoldt. Det er ingen skam at blive ældre og klogere som Teun Voeten , og så har han endda ikke siddet i nogen politisk, ansvarspådragende stilling. Han er simpelthen et hæderligt menneske.
Last Saturday in Paris, at the Boulevard Voltaire near the Bataclan club, I found myself staring at a pool of blood. I wondered what was happening with the world, and refocused my camera on the aftermath of the terror. When it became clear the attacks were planned in Molenbeek, I was not surprised. The real surprise? That Belgium expressed shock at the connection (…)
I was part of a new wave of young urban professionals, mostly white and college-educated — what the Belgians called bobo, (“bourgeois bohémiens”) — who settled in the area out of pragmatism. We had good intentions. Our contractor’s name was Hassan. He was Moroccan, and we thought that was very cool. We imagined that our kids would one day play happily with his on the street. We hoped for less garbage on the streets, less petty crime. We were confident our block would slowly improve, and that our lofts would increase in value. (We even dared to hope for a hip art gallery or a trendy bar.) We felt like pioneers of the Far West, like we were living in the trenches of the fight for a multicultural society.
Slowly, we woke up to reality. Hassan turned out to be a crook and disappeared with €95,000, the entire budget the tenants had pooled together for our building’s renovation. The neighborhood was hardly multicultural. Rather, with roughly 80 percent of the population of Moroccan origin, it was tragically conformist and homogenous. There may be a vibrant alternative culture in Casablanca and Marrakech, but certainly not in Molenbeek. Over nine years, as I witnessed the neighborhood become increasingly intolerant. Alcohol became unavailable in most shops and supermarkets; I heard stories of fanatics at the Comte des Flandres metro station who pressured women to wear the veil; Islamic bookshops proliferated, and it became impossible to buy a decent newspaper. With an unemployment rate of 30 percent, the streets were eerily empty until late in the morning. Nowhere was there a bar or café where white, black and brown people would mingle. Instead, I witnessed petty crime, aggression, and frustrated youths who spat at our girlfriends and called them “filthy whores.” If you made a remark, you were inevitably scolded and called a racist. There used to be Jewish shops on Chaussée de Gand, but these were terrorized by gangs of young kids and most closed their doors around 2008. Openly gay people were routinely intimidated, and also packed up their bags.
I finally left Molenbeek in 2014. It was not out of fear. The tipping point, I remember, was an encounter with a Salafist, who tried to convert me on my street. It boiled down to this: I could no longer stand to live in this despondent, destitute, fatalistic neighborhood.
It is nearly impossible to explain to an outsider, but Belgium is a country of six governments, Brussels a city with 19 mayors. These many administrative posts are not filled with competent people. Security services are fragmented and tend to compete with one another. The lack of a strong, central authority may be one of the many quirks of this sometimes charmingly dysfunctional country, but just as it resulted in many botched trials — notably of the Brabant Killers, or “Nijvel Gang” who committed a series of violent raids between 1982 and 1985, and the Dutroux scandal in 1995, to name just two — it also creates the perfect breeding ground for potential terrorists.
But the most important factor is Belgium’s culture of denial. The country’s political debate has been dominated by a complacent progressive elite who firmly believes society can be designed and planned. Observers who point to unpleasant truths such as the high incidence of crime among Moroccan youth and violent tendencies in radical Islam are accused of being propagandists of the extreme-right, and are subsequently ignored and ostracized (…)
In 2008, Arthur van Amerongen was tarred and feathered for “Brussels Eurabia,” and called a “Batavian Fascist” by a francophone newspaper. When he and I went back to Molenbeek in March and I subsequently described it as an “ethnic and religious enclave and a parochial, closed community” in an interview with Brussel Deze Week, that too provoked the wrath of progressive Belgium and an ensuing media storm.
I always thought as myself as a defender of human rights and human dignity, beyond left- or right-wing categories. Now suddenly I was painted as a right-wing firebrand. For some people I became an “untouchable” and I even lost a few friends, who refused to talk to me. Politico.eu: Molenbeek broke my heart