Politicians and the mainstream media are constantly telling us that the two religions are the best of friends. These days it isn’t uncommon to hear of Islamic prayers being held within the walls of Christian churches, I even attended a lecture myself about persecuted Christians where the lecturer told me that Muslims and Christians should stand more together. This was something he said after delivering a presentation where he explained that the most common persecutors of Christians are Muslims … This speaker labeled the secularists as the greatest evil. His endorsement of Islam came after he had described how Muslims didn’t want to walk past him when he was out walking his dog, as Muslims detest these animals….He also stated that Jihadis will stop with their murderous activity when given BMWs and other materialist goods here in Europe … since welfare and exposure to convenience will eradicate Militant Islam.
It seemed like the audience was slightly bewildered, as some certainly were supportive of his conclusion due to mixed grandchildren or after having attended Interfaith events; in contrast there were those speaking of how Muslims had harassed them here in England, and they did not seem very happy nor convinced. Not that long ago I attended a service where the priest highlighted at every opportunity, how unique Christianity is and how this faith is the most peaceful one. A shocking thing to hear in these politically correct times. Thou Shall Only Have One God? Really? We even prayed for the Jihadis here in England; that they may find enlightenment in Jesus Christ. So we basically prayed for their conversion so that they will stop killing Europeans. Hilarious, I couldn’t believe it. Where is the media when you need them? Another service that I attended at another church a while back was more directed towards young people, they had speakers rather than preachers, and the one we heard, spoke of how Muslims were harassing her and making fun of her Christian faith. This girl looked like she came from India and thanked her church for providing her with enough information through their Bible Study Group, so that she could defend her faith from Muslims humiliating Jesus.
So … what happens when you Google what I wrote in the title of this entry? What does Islam say about Christianity? What is the relationship between the two, since we are so similar according to our politicians and journalists?
This is what you’ll find, written by those who’ve read the Muslim & Christian texts:
From 2008-2009 I was living in London, my first year in England. During that time I remember how surprised I was while driving around the various neighbourhoods in the capital. I honestly felt like the area we lived in was an oasis surrounded by ghettos on all sides. One scenario certainly branded itself into my mind. We were driving through a foreign-looking neighbourhood where the only white person I saw was an elderly male surrounded by Arabs and Africans. As I observed this old person who was waiting for the bus, standing there as some sort of relic in a street fundamentally transformed, complete with signs in foreign languages and whatnot, I could only think of one thing: “This is the future of Europe.”
These days there seems to be many who blog and voice a genuine worry about this visible development in our part of the world. Not because they are racist or anti-immigration but because the transformation of Europe is staggering, which you’ll understand if you read this entry. Having lived in several countries and having been raised a “European” I’ll share some of the observations I’ve made over the years.
In 1995 I turned six, officially moved out of Norway with my family and was enrolled into an Italian grammar school. I’ve been an ethnic minority for the majority of my life, even a racial minority within western territory. I’ve been exposed to street level diversity which is relevant in a political debate as this is the reality that most face, a crucial, but much overlooked detail when multiculturalism is mentioned. Elitist diversity is not representative of what “the people” will be thrown into. I’ve also seen both sides of the capitalist coin, experiencing socio-economic mobility, both up-down & down-up – another important detail to note.
- The parent generation of Scandinavian Millennials would have been the first people to actually see coloured people wandering the streets of Norway and Sweden. Both my parents remember the first time they ever saw an African in the flesh; this was an absolute rarity.
- Ever since the first migrant wave into Oslo of “guest workers” (who of course remained) there had been rumours that Turkish people walked around with knifes and were dangerous. Yet “spooky Muslim gangs” was “word of mouth” and not something that was reported on in the mainstream media nor something that most would have actually seen or encountered.
- When we moved into the Italian city of Verona and I was enrolled in 3rd grade, we had one Moroccan in our class. He was the first North African I had ever met and the only person of colour I had ever seen…
- …besides the pitch-black street vendors selling pirate/stolen goods in the city’s main street. They were a curiosity as they certainly stood out in the city landscape, to put it mildly. They would carry their goods in bags so that they could quickly wrap them up and run away the second that they saw a police officer coming. They were always on the run it seemed uttering strange sounds to one another.
- When my mother was calling around to see if she could find accommodation for an au pair that was going to stay with us, she was mortified when someone she spoke to asked what skin colour our employee had as this person was not interested in renting out to Africans. This experience was retold to us (the kids) so that we could learn about how horrible racism is.
- When I later attended a Norwegian school in 5th grade, we had one African Muslim girl in our class. This was my first ever encounter with a “girl who was different,” when we learned about religions in school, she demonstrated how Muslims pray.
- During this stint in Norway we rented a house where the neighbours across the street were a Pakistani family, their son called Henan used to play with my brother.
- During the 90s we ventured down South in Italy. The divide was clearly visible. Southern Italians don’t look like Northern Italians at all and the landscape dramatically differs too as their part of Italy has shitty infrastructure and looks like a mess. We swiftly aborted our adventure and left back North after I nearly got hit in the head by a rock thrown by an orphan – something that could have smashed my head. After that we decided to never travel further south than Rome.
- During the 90s a friend of the family moved to Napoli. On his first night there he was held at gunpoint. This just enforced our impression that the further South you go, the more dangerous it gets.
- At one point during the late 90s we were mugged as a family in Rome. We were gassed in our hotel room and the burglars then walked around meticulously sorting out what they wanted among our personal belongings. They only took what was of value. We had a full investigation going courtesy of the Carabinieri, they were convinced it was an inside job by the people working at the hotel.
- When we had gone on an evening stroll the night before in the area we had noticed the alarming amount of foreign looking homeless people sleeping on the streets. It was a sad and shocking sight. They slept on top of where the heat was emitted from the underground. After the mugging and our observations of the true state of the city we never went to Rome again. We had stayed in a fancy, sheltered “oasis” on previous visits, so what we now saw and experienced was disturbing. A new rule was set: you don’t go further South than Tuscany.
- When half African-half Norwegian Benjamin Hermansen was killed (2001) by Neo-Nazis in East Oslo we heard of it and were shocked that a racist murder had taken place in Norway. Back then it was not reported that many other racists murders were occurring towards Norwegians; I didn’t know this until some months ago (2017) myself.
- Later when I came back to Norway on another occasion in 2002 I attended a different school in another part of the country , there we also had one girl of colour in our class, I don’t know if she was a Muslim.
- In 2002 a scandal broke in Norway about how Imams advised Muslim girls to go against Norwegian laws as the Quran was/is more important. The girl who broke the story revealed how genital mutilation was being recommended to her even though this procedure is illegal in Norway. It was a strange case that received nationwide exposure. The girl was ostracised by her own with other Muslims harassing and spitting at her in the streets.
- The only other time I can remember seeing Arabs as a little girl was when we had to buy groceries at a fantastic vegetable/fruit shop over at Lillestrøm, since Norwegians always had an excuse for not working 😛 (read: lots of Christian holidays, that are still conveniently maintained in a secular-socialist-society).
How has Europe changed since then?
- From 2002-2003 I lived in Vence, up in the hills outside Nice in France. We were very surprised when we drove into Vence during the evenings as we only saw groups of young Arab looking men hanging out in the town centre. We never saw any women or people who looked French out in the evening.
- During my stay there I had to attend a mandatory French class for non-French speakers, I was the only girl and the only white student in the class. We were a group of 12-15 students, all the others were Arab Muslim boys, only one of them was interested in learning French. All the others mocked the initiative and didn’t even try. I had one friend and she was a Muslim, she attended a public school while her brother was sent off to a private one. She came from Tunisia and had strict parents.
- Nice certainly gave off a has-been vibe as the old town reeked of urine. The entire area seemed like a sad ghost of a former glorious past and it was impossible to not notice a very un-French demographic and crumbling buildings/infrastructure.
- As we drove around in France we observed the ghettos from afar and saw burned out apartment blocks. Marseille had already gained a horrible reputation, we had also heard of the ghettos in Paris.
- In 2005 we were in Norway for a short stint and lived on the Eastside of Oslo. My brother became a racial minority in his own fatherland, my school had one of the worst reputations in town and was as multicultural as you can get. The Muslim boys clustered together even if they came from different Middle Eastern countries and spoke different types of Arabic. They communicated in broken Norwegian and had their own “brotherhood.”
- A girl my age in one of the other classes became blind on one eye after she was attacked by a girl-gang. Gangs of violent girls were notorious on the East side back then. What their ethnicity was I don’t know, but I do know that their victim was blond and white.
- In 2006 I spent my Easter Holiday in Norway and stayed with a friend of mine of Turkish descent on the Eastside, I came with her to attend a day at her school and saw for the first time in my life a class that was predominantly Muslim in Norway. I was for the first time in my life in an environment where I was a racial minority in my own country.
- From late 2006-2007 I spent 5 months in Norway, my last extended stay in my nation. During this period I went to hang out with an old childhood friend of mine. She had just started dating a Muslim and we were going to go back to his place to hang out, this didn’t seem particularly alarming so I just tagged along. Little did I know that he shared a tiny cramped flat with a pack of Muslim men of all ages. They had posters on their walls of Muslim terrorists and had a TV on where a Muslim in a black turban and attire was going on about something in the Arabic language. There were no women there at all and only my friend’s boyfriend seemed to speak Norwegian, they spoke Arabic amongst themselves. I was not interested in hanging out there as I found the posters and the whole atmosphere alarming, I instantly got my dad to come and get me. Eventually when my friend starting sending me all sorts of anti-American messages when I lived in the USA and told me that she had converted to Islam I severed all contact with her, as she appeared to be radicalized.
- In 2007 I came back to Italy as we still had our main residency there. This was my last address in Italy and the last time I was in our apartment in Padova. We decided to head over to Verona to say hi to old friends and whatnot. In contrast to how things were in the 90’s there were now African street sellers everywhere. They had increased enormously in numbers to such an extent that it was shocking. They were still running around with their bags though. Verona had also lost its “innocence” as my mother was “pickpocketed” in Via Mazzini when a gypsy woman tried to snuck her hand underneath my little brother’s baby stroller to steal things. What we saw in our former home-city was a sad transformation.
- We heard a rumour of how Muslims wanted to remove crucifixes from public Italian buildings. They tried to use the EU for this purpose. The story seemed ludicrous after having grown up there. Italy is a Catholic country.
- In 2007 I also spent some time in Germany and was surprised to see a great number of Arab shops in the area where I was as I didn’t know that there was a big Muslim presence in the country.
- There were no aesthetic perimeters around the Eiffel Tower in Paris when I saw it in 2007.
- Between 2007-2014 I heard and also saw for myself that the Norwegian media had started to use a new term: Ethnic-Norwegians.
- In 2010 I spent around a month or so in Germany outside Koln; there we ran into a German music industry character who complained loudly about the Turkish not integrating, something that had started to become a common heard complaint when talking with people throughout Europe.
- We also ventured into the Muslim area of town for some strange reason, not that I can recall what we were doing there, it certainly struck me as strange that there were that many Muslims and foreigners in Germany of all places. When I write this it is important to bear in mind that the neighbourhoods where they are a majority transform completely. All you see are Arab shops and signs in the Arabic language. Whatever Europeanness reigned there before will be gone, with the exemption of the buildings. So the carcass of Europe is left, pretty much.
- In 2014 I came back to Norway to record my first album, meaning that I was locked up in a studio most of the time. Yet we managed to travel in to Oslo. On this occasion I had a very bizarre experience as I was the only white person in an elevator ride and the only woman not wearing a Niqab. We also ventured up into the mountains to visit some relatives where we heard that a Somali had attacked the bus driver and some passengers on the bus going over the mountain to a neighbouring town. Strange to experience and hear of this in Norway. During the same visit I also visited my grandmother. Islamist terrorists warnings were flashing on the TV. In Norway. The most Northern country in Europe. What was most ironic about the situation was the fact that my grandmother had been sharing her opinions on Islam several years earlier, thoughts that I had dismissed as “paranoid” yet there we were standing in her living room seeing the evidence of Norway’s sad transformation in the news.
- In 2014 I performed at two prisons in Norway. I was told that we had to speak English as the majority of the inmates couldn’t speak Norwegian.
- In 2015 it caught my attention that students in Oxford wanted to remove a statue of Cecil Rhodes as they found it offensive. Who was he? A colonialist who expanded the British Empire in Africa. It was brought to my attention that this was only one of many incidents of “triggered” students advocating the “de-whitification” of European universities. Appalling. What was even more ridiculous was the fact that the guy who was fronting the Cecil Rhodes campaign here in England was an African student who had gained access to Oxford thanks to a Rhodes Scholarship.
- In January 2016 I posted my first blog post that was critical of Islam and what is currently unfolding in Europe, my entry was about Charlie Hebdo as I couldn’t stop thinking about the Islamist attack on its one year anniversary. After that entry I started reading and writing more and more about our current mess.
- In 2016 I actually went on a proper holiday to Norway. I went up to visit relatives in the Fjord land and had the odd experience of walking into a supermarket where I was the only non-Arab/Muslim.
- In 2016 I also went to pick up my passport over at the Norwegian embassy in London and ventured into a nearby park. I decided to take pictures for my blog as it was a lovely day. When I came back home to upload my pictures I noticed that there were hijabs in nearly all of my pictures and that Muslims looked like a majority, I first titled my entry “Londonistan” but felt like maybe that was too rude and changed it back to London, with multiple dots after the capital’s name…..
- During the 2016 Islamic terrorist attack in Nice we were concerned about my dad’s safety as he lives down there. He had been out with some friends at one of the street restaurants and was not far away from where it happened.
- In 2016 I performed at the HQ of a European major corporation in London, I was surprised to see the uneven demographic distribution as it seemed like the majority of those present were non-English/European.
- In 2016 I noticed for the first time that a great number of little children here in Europe do not look European at all. Something I had never paid attention to before.
- In 2017 I spoke with my friend who sadly revealed to me that she had been abused by her Muslim boyfriend, she also revealed that she had been reluctant to speak about it as she didn’t want to add to the image of Muslims being a problem in Europe. I was happy to hear that she was safe and while hearing of creepy things she had seen in the area where she lives, I guess I tried to rationalise it all in the conversation by mentioning ethnic Norwegians acting badly….My friend had adopted a foreign accent to her Norwegian, and now spoke Kebab-Norwegian despite being an ethnic-Norwegian. It seems like she has perfectly integrated into this foreign culture.
- In 2017 after having been on holiday on the French Riviera (my first extended stay there since I lived there) I noticed and wrote in my blog about how strange it was to come back to Heathrow in England and not see a single English looking person working at the airport (with the exception of the border patrol agent). This is strange for a non-English European to witness. In my blog entry I also wrote about the strange duplicity of France; how you can be somewhere where there is a state of emergency without seeing much of it if you live in a safe haven of a bubble. I also noted how the area looked like a time-capsule as my old school had fallen into disrepair, the infrastructure looked the same as when we lived there and the airport was in desperate need of a facelift, nothing had changed in terms of the infrastructure. It was literally like travelling back in time, only that things were even more worn out.
- While I was on the Riviera in 2017 I was also informed by my dad that they had put new concrete on Promenade Des Anglais, as it was impossible to clean up all the blood from the victims of the Islamic terrorist attack in 2016. So they just tried to erase the event pretty much.
- Whenever I left our “safe space” in France I saw military men patrolling the streets and an increasingly un-French demographic.
- When we came back to England and were travelling home, we had to stand by and wait while the Heathrow Express was checked for unattended bags.
- In 2017 I’ve also noticed how commercials have completely changed their demographic in terms of casting. It is crazy that so many roadside advertisement boards, TV commercials and magazines now portray more foreign looking people than actual white Europeans; this is disturbing to say the least as this is our continent and our territory. Yet when advertisers are trying to reach consumers they are obviously starting to see Europeans as minorities in their own countries.
- In 2017 I’ve noticed how editorials and magazines such as National Geographic now attempt to diversify the list of accomplished and influential individuals from the past. It is obvious that it is politically incorrect to cherish our own as other characters have to be brought out of obscurity to minimise European exceptionalism. Every single magazine you come across now normalise diversity to such an extent that I sometimes wonder if I live in Africa or the Middle East.
- In 2017 I’ve seen that the ultimate casting seems to be an Arab or an African looking male coupled with a white woman. This is the new ideal.
- I’ve noticed that whenever I’ve run into an ensemble of English people gathered to uphold English culture they’ve aways been elderly. Whether we are talking about the local church community, individuals volunteering on what you can roughly call tourist spots, individuals arranging activities for the local neighbourhood and/or the GW brass band performing at Paddington Station in London. There is a general air of resignation when it comes to the Church of England for example, regardless of where you go. While Mosques are erected our own churches are closed and/or desecrated. I’m wondering why there is such an absence of young Englishmen engaged with their community and/or heritage? This is something that I’m asking in 2017 as I only see white-haired people and no one willing to inherit the duties and activities that they are engaged in. Needless to say; there are people who are very happy to see my face as finally there is a young person showing some interest; the issue is this though that I’m not English, I’m Norwegian and more concerned with the wellbeing and cultural inheritance of this country than many of its ethnic countrymen. Now that is strange.
- On the 1st of September 2017 I travelled in to London to vote in the Norwegian election. I saw even more women wearing Niqabs than on my last London visit. There seems to be an exponential growth in traditionally dressed Muslims wherever one looks in the capital. This time around it was impossible to not feel uncomfortable as it honestly doesn’t look like you are in London anymore. I felt like the odd one out since I was not wearing a Niqab or Hijab.
- A mother and a daughter wearing Niqabs who looked like they came from Africa were picking up their Norwegian passports at the Norwegian embassy. Last time I was at the embassy I ran into a Muslim woman in a Niqab and a man dressed in traditional Muslim dress picking up their Norwegian passports as well.
- Once again it is important to mention that only the carcass of London is left as more and more shops pop up with foreign looking signs creating the impression of being in the Middle East rather than Northern-Europe. English statues still stand as relics of what once was and as a reminder of those who won England’s wars and built the country. The drivers of the London-cabs are also English, they stand out like an odd curiosity in the modern city landscape. The also speak proper English, which makes you wonder if you should actually take a picture of them or film them – funny enough – we overheard a group of London-cab drivers speaking amongst themselves and what they were talking about was exactly what we had just been discussing: the viral video of an African disrespecting a female English police officer.
- Everyone, or at least most, seem to have an accent on their English in London; during my last visit I honestly could not understand any of the announcements from the African employee on our train. It is also interesting to note that my sister is one of the best in her class when it comes to English….there is not much diversity at her school, still the English language seems to be struggling. Even though this is the case you can at least understand what people are saying since they obviously don’t have an accent as they are English.
- I have met foreign looking New-Norwegians speaking perfect Norwegian which is good, I also met an African woman once with flawless Swedish. Only having some foreigners in your country, as mentioned above at the beginning of my entry, who integrate perfectly is ok. The dramatic transformation of Europe is racist towards the natives and tragic to witness. Only racists would have been opposed to one Pakistani family living on the corner, likewise, only racists will support what is currently happening to European territories.
- If you travel by train in this country you’ll also notice the latest update to the automatic announcement being looped constantly throughout your journey. It is obvious that England is at war, since the public service announcement is about reporting any suspicious activity to the authorities with a number constantly being repeated that you can text or call. You will also hear this update on the station as well. It is different that the older one mentioning unattended bags, this one is longer, more detailed and as I just wrote includes the relevant contact information.
- During my last trip to London I travelled with my dad who first came to London in the 60’s, he spoke about how England used to be so very English in terms of its cars, busses, culture, etc; all of these various European nations were so unique in regards to how everything looked like apparently. According to him Europe has become bland as everything looks the same regardless of where one goes. This is an interesting detail to add as I’ve never really seen this “old Europe” I guess; I’ve just seen the remnants and the next generation will probably not even see that.
- During my last trip to Norway in late 2017 I travelled across the mountains in the Sogn og Fjordane region. High up in the mountains the bus was boarded by around 10 people who looked like they came from Somalia. They looked completely out of place. During the same trip we also observed that jobs of authority had been given to Arab looking men in the capital. Such as security at Oslo’s main train station or ticket controllers on the capital’s buses.
- Upon returning home to England I discovered to my great horror that this had happened right in the area where I had been on the last night of my journey: The European Utopia Vol. MMCCCLLVVVIIIIIIIIIII
Meanwhile in the U.S.A.
My first impression of America:
- In the late 90s I travelled to America for the very first time. The occasion was an extended holiday in Manhattan, upstate New York and Martha’s Vineyard. The trip was spectacular and would have turned anyone into a pro-American, USA – USA – USA – chanter.
- In 2001 right before 9/11 we moved to Merritt Island in Florida, but amid the increased terror-fear in the U.S.A. we moved back to Europe before Christmas. Once again my impression of America was stellar, the neighbourhood we lived in was great, the schools of the best quality – in short: we saw the best of America and were entertaining the idea of buying property there before the War on Terror officially erupted. Nobody within the family had ever paid much attention to Islam being a potential threat before 9/11; nobody had even entertained the thought or possibility of renewed plans of Islamist expansionism into Europe…..And to shut up silly people who might think that I describe Florida as great due to lack of diversity, guess what? My brother was hanging out with the Afro-American boy next-door, while some of the girls at my school were Latinos. It was a predominantly white area, but it was not homogenous – in fact I think you will struggle to find that within white communities in the U.S.A.
- A female teacher who was a friend of my mother, explained how a Somali student had celebrated 9/11 with his/her family by eating cake. This was in Norway. The teacher had no idea what to say or handle such an awkward situation.
The dark side of the American experiment:
- In 2005 I moved to America again but this time to Chicago. The difference was immense. You wouldn’t have thought that it was part of the same country. Don’t get me wrong the windy city was enthralling – until I actually started to live there;
- …at first I was shocked at how poor the infrastructure was the second that we left the downtown area.
- When I was going to be enrolled into the school system I couldn’t believe that they had metal detectors in the entrance areas, I was also unsettled by the general air of despair and hopelessness among those working in the public offices.
- When I then started school and realised how tribal, divided and fragmented the students were and that people actually “self-segregated” I was utterly mortified.
- This self-segregation can also be seen when one looks at the various ethnically divided neighbourhoods in the city. Races/ethnicities cluster.
- I obviously made some good memories over there as nothing is ever all doom-and-gloom, but my overall impression of the city was very grim. As I lived in three different neighbourhoods I can certainly say that I was an inner-city Chicago kid, sadly this also meant that I saw the dark-side of the American project. What was also telling was that it first seemed like we lived in “Mexico,” then we lived where “Mexico” was not that far away, then it seemed like we lived in “Africa.” No offence – I have nothing against people from these places, I just found it awkward that I would be a racial minority in the neighbourhoods where I lived, especially as this was not the impression I had of America, I actually thought that there were white people there too. I also found the “word of mouth” extremely surprising in terms of racist crimes and gang violence. Political correctness doesn’t exists when it comes to science and truth. The reality of Chicago doesn’t fit into any politically correct mainstream narrative.
- It is telling that the majority of my fellow students referred to themselves as American second, highlighting their ethnicity and ancestry first.
- It is equally telling that my brother had to sing the ” Black American National Anthem” when we lived on South side Chicago and that my mother was accused of being you-know-what when she had the guts to say that there ought to be one national anthem in America uniting all Americans. What we saw was the Divided-Tribes-of-America. Living in Chicago convinced me that diversity is the opposite of strength and that multiculturalism is a ticking bomb. I’ve never been as Norwegian as I was when I lived there. I moved to Chicago as an open-minded, idealistic, liberal and left as a nationalist, terrified of what the future of Europe might entail.
- We left the windy city several years before our visas expired.
- I was surprised at how many people I ran into who spoke broken English or had thick accents on their American.
- The schools in Chicago were referred to as drop-out-factories,
- when we lived on the South side we heard shootings nearly every night, in a city with such strict gun control laws. Deaths were underreported but all we heard of was black on black crime, no KKK or fascist cops which is the popular narrative.
- It is also interesting what kind of people I hung out with over there. My main group of friends were metal heads, among them there were only Hispanics. In fact 99% of my friends were Latinos. I had one white friend who was Polish and extremely religious, I was also friends with the brainy Asian crowd as one of the Chinese girls was in my art class. I think that pretty much sums it up, I tried to reach out to the Afro-Americans but they didn’t seem interested in having any white friends. They had their own thing going.
- When I hung out with a mixed (half white, half afro-American) acquaintance he suddenly freaked out when he realised where we were and what he was wearing. He was worried that his choice of clothes could get him shot as we were heading into Latino-controlled territory. This was the first time that the gang disputes between Latinos and “Blacks” was explained to me.
- Somebody got shot at a dance over at my high school, in the parking lot.
- Apparently there was a real-life hard-core gangster in one of my classes.
- I witnessed Afro-Americans vandalising a boutique sign in Lincoln Park where my high school was located.
- All my male friends had been mugged or beaten up by groups of young Afro-Americans.
- When I lived in Chicago I was excited about how easy it seemed to navigate the city by looking at the orderly map. The city planning is very organised in contrast to a typical European city. Yet it isn’t as straightforward as it seems, since one street will be safe and the other one a mess, etc;
- I walked through Cabrini Green and survived. I had no idea that it was dangerous or a project, all I saw was a convenient shortcut on my awesome map. I did wonder why I was the only white person in the neighbourhood and why I didn’t see anybody else walking there.
- Chicagoans survive mentally by telling themselves and everybody else: “not on my block, this block is safe, it’s the other block next to us that is dangerous.”
- From 2009-2010 I lived in the valley outside L.A. in an area called Santa Clarita. It was comical when we passed through immigration upon arrival to the U.S.A., as the border patrol agent was a Mexican who spoke broken English and funny enough seemed to suggest that we could be potential “illegal immigrants.” The whole scenario was ridiculous to say the least as we had very firm ties to Europe, a business visa, return tickets, not to mention that we were Europeans coming from Europe having paid for expensive plane tickets and the whole exercise ourselves. We certainly had some jokes about this guy once we passed him, as he probably had jumped over the fence from Mexico himself at a point. I mean, the guy could barely speak English.
- Again I was surprised at how much badly spoken English I heard in America and then I mean really broken English. There are even some who know none.
- We rented a nice town house in a gated community. The neighbourhood was predominantly Afro-American. We experienced three shut downs of our gated community due to fugitives. We literally had police officers in full combat gear patrolling our streets and a helicopter hovering ahead. Nobody could leave or enter our community, we were in a total lock-down and this happened three times.
- On one occasion we heard shootings in the non-gated community next to ours.
- Our neighbours across our lawn (who would fall under the category “white trash”) had one loud incident which resulted in the police brawling with a crazy woman who must have been high or something. She was dangerous and all over the place, I think they actually slapped her and they also filmed her, which made me wonder if she made it unto some TV show or something. The same apartment and group of shady characters eventually had a coroner over some weeks later since one of them had died. The mother of the dead individual was sitting outside the flat for hours, and screamed loudly, as she had to identify her son from what we could tell. Lots of flowers and whatnot was placed outside their flat and the dog that lived there cried endlessly in the following weeks.
- Once I took my sister to play with one of the other kids who lived in our community, when her father opened the door I instantly regretted taking her over as he was a giant, covered in tattoos – obviously a gang member, either former or active, I was worried sick that she might end up in the middle of a shoot-out or something, but left her behind with her friend as I didn’t want to create a scene or offend a gangster.
- On one occasion as I walked back home, after having crossed the bridge over the dried out river in Santa Clarita we saw a group of young Afro-American boys, little kids, children, who stood by the dried-out river smoking. When we turned around and looked at them closely they didn’t look like children at all in their eyes. It was a deeply troubling sight that has stuck with me ever since. I’m pretty sure that child soldiers in Africa would have had the same look. It was extremely unsettling to meet these young delinquents, I wouldn’t have been surprised if they had assaulted or shot me. Yet I couldn’t help but feel sorry for them, even though they looked like the devil himself.
- The State of California was bankrupt when we lived there, the infrastructure was also horrendous.
- Word of mouth was that Latino gangs equipped with machetes were fighting over influence against their Afro-American counterparts. Once again I saw the dark side of the American project and a country on a steep decline.
- In 2015 I had a great promo-trip over to the U.S.A. I was well looked after and once again saw the best of America. I stayed on Manhattan which was very, very lovely and also travelled across the country to a very nice place in California. My experience was fantastic but I couldn’t help but notice how the overall infrastructure in the US.A. was very poor, just like in Europe. After that observation, in addition to many others, I reached the conclusion that the West looked/looks passé.
This impression is constantly re-inforced. This is a negative development that should be stalled and reversed. I thought it would be of interest to share my observations throughout the years as many who have travelled less and never lived abroad share their view points left right and centre. None of what I wrote is politically correct, but it is the truth!
If anyone hates this entry they will probably complain that I haven’t chronicled bad behaviour from Europeans, well we do have our own internal problems. That is a given, all nations and continents do, which is it why it is a good idea to sort out local/internal problems first and foremost.
- As a little kid I experienced white on white racism in Italy now and then – teasing and ostracization based on my ethnicity. I know how it feels like to be the one who is different and how it feels like to be perceived as a second grade citizen in certain situations. This doesn’t mean that my childhood was horrible in any way, it was quite good. I’m just mentioning certain experiences and describing differences internally in Europe as it is most relevant.
- In the 90s while we were driving around in Norway, our driver honked her horn as Italians do if the car infront of them is being driven by an idiot. This angered the Norwegian driver in front of us to such an extent that he stopped his car, walked out of it and violently opened up the driver’s door and thundered out insults, my mother who was in the passenger front seat just pretended that we were Italians by replying in Italian. The furious Norwegian man, shut the door behind him muttering “Fucking foreigners.”
- My dad’s car was routinely broken into when he had it parked over at Fornebu SAS Hotel Parking. Those guilty were never caught, but there are gangs apparently raiding parking lots, we do not know if these criminals were Norwegians or foreigners.
- We had our summer cottage broken into twice, it was located over at the Norwegian holiday area of Hvaler. We never caught those that were guilty and have no idea who they could have been.
- A dangerous psychopath was married into my extended family once. He was a murderous Norwegian who even the police were afraid of. Ta-ta, behold the mandatory Norwegian-psycho.
- I can recall overhearing a thunderous vocal argument between angry Norwegians. Who hasn’t?
- Word of mouth between tweens over at the last school I attended in Italy, was that pedophiles were allowed access to children via the public schools under the guise that they were chiropractors. I heard many accounts from girls discussing how they were groped. This was in 6th grade.
- I myself encountered a man who must have been a pedophile in Italy when I was a little kid. He touched my butt of all things and had the same charisma as a little boy who is in love – only that this guy was an adult. Creepy to say the least, not that anyone believed me when I sounded the alarm.
- Once I experienced being touched by a random stranger, who didn’t respect my personal space at all. That happened once again in Italy, same thing only that I was a teen. He quickly passed me by after uttering a compliment. He was Italian.
- I overheard Scandinavian women who came to visit my parents complaining about how they had been raped by Italian men. An alarming story was that of a woman calling the police as she discovered a stranger in her room, when the police officers arrived they apparently raped her as well. Who knows if these crazy-Italian-rapists stories were real but I don’t think these Scandinavian women lied. Why would they? There were too many stories from different sources.
- None of the inter-ethnic marriages lasted between Norwegian women and Italian men that we knew. There seemed to be a general agreement that the cultural difference was too great. Something to keep in mind when promoting inter-racial relationships.
- I have never experienced catcallin or nasty comments in Northern Europe, this seems to be a Southern phenomenon. I’ve only had my personal space violated once by a Northener, this was a boy at one of my schools who was violent and wanted to fight. Not much to talk about in other words. Apparently he ended up joining the special forces in Norway. His friend was equally unlikable but hey, we were little kids and little kids fight and have their disputes.
- I’ve personally never seen evidence supporting the evil-white-male narrative. It seems like women are treated more respectfully the further North you go and this is not propaganda, it is what I have observed and experienced myself. The further South you go the more unrestrained will men behave in the public space when it comes to how they treat women. So when feminists are on their crusade I think they shoul re-think who they attack or maybe they are too afraid to do so….
None of what I wrote above justifies “replacement migration” or the current situation on our continent, but it certainly adds some perspective to the entry. I’ve certainly seen and experienced awkward behaviour in the music business as well, but that is a different story as not everyone is an artist. There is a big difference when it comes to what sort of behaviour you attract/inspire when you are a public person. People will either put you up on a pedestal and be very friendly or hate you. There are people who channel all their bile upon artists. There are people who are truly vile. This is irrelevant though, just as it is irrelevant with globetrotters championing diversity after having witnessed elitist diversity. That is nice indeed, but a completely different situation than what is experienced by the majority of the population.
Right now for example I live in a wonderful old manor house in England, that has been turned into apartments. Everyone who lives here come from different parts of the world and travel an awful lot. These individuals and the place where I live is therefore not representative of the locals, who’ve lived here for years and are integrated and active in the community as they’ve been here for generations in most cases. It is a totally different reality. This is also why I didn’t include anything from Spain for example, as I only experienced expat-Spain when I was there. I can therefore not compare or give a particularly well-balanced description of the experience. Same thing when I attended an International School in Padova, at a certain point, some of the kids were obviously from all over the place and had travelled extensively throughout the world. It was a dull school that I thankfully attended for a very short amount of time, but once again when you live like that it is a separate reality, a separate world.
The same can be said of those who attend the Ivy League University in Hyde Park, Chicago. Those students typically lived in a guarded, high security high-rise, where they only encountered people like themselves, high achievers from the Middle East, Asia, Europe, America, etc; or others who could afford to live there. They would take a cab or a bus into their school and would take a cab downtown if they wanted to go out. What I’m describing is a high-rise I actually lived in myself; the place even offered private drivers. It was fancy for sure, but we in contrast to the other people who lived there were not involved with that particular University and were part of the local community. Because the other inhabitants isolated themselves as this probably just occurred naturally, we would never really see any white people when out walking, something that was commented on by one white woman we knew who was in an inter-racial relationship. The occurrences of parallel realities within the same territory also explains how my brother could be a racial minority in an area that is officially “very diverse.” That wasn’t the truth though as this “diversity” was contained. In reality the south side is Afro-American territory.
The reason why I had such a fantastic experience when I last was in France was because I was living in a bubble, safely sheltered from the New-Europe.
It is important to note that those who are the most welcoming towards multiculturalism are normally those who haven’t experienced it or those who haven’t experienced street level diversity. A very important thing to bear in mind.