Well, here we are! Migrants in Britain said: "Whites must get out of Our City"
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Well, here we are! Anatoly, my Moscow comrade, has long wanted to visit the banks of the Thames. He is an Anglophile, he knows the most hidden pages of British history, he gives out by heart Shakespeare and Robert Burns in their native language. And here we are with him at Christmas - in Hyde Park. We walk along the still green lawns, past the memorial fountain in honor of Princess Diana, through the famous Speakers Corner. However, I do not notice the delight. Anatoly squints at the long procession we are overtaking. The woman is wearing a black hijab, only her eyes are visible, she is rolling a pram and at the same time carrying a child. Five or six babies around her and behind her. And at the head of the column - a silent silent Arab. Such pictures all over the park.And English speech is almost unheard of. I tell my friend that there are a lot of foreigners, especially Muslims, in this part of London. Even on the streets of Moscow Road and St. Petersburg Place (they were called so two years ago). But why be surprised? In Paris, Brussels, German cities even more natives from other parts of the world (among the 64 million inhabitants of Albion, about three million Muslims). Witness time, so to speak. “And the work of the authorities,” Anatoly adds gloomily. - Of course, I am aware of what is happening, but I still imagined a completely different Hyde Park.
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My friend finally finishes off an article in the London Daily Mail, which we read in a pub. Its name puts dots over i: "Muslims settled an entire city in Britain and drove the Europeans out of there." It turns out that in the town of Savile Town in Yorkshire, where more than four thousand people live, there are only 48 indigenous white inhabitants. And soon they, it seems, will not be there at all.
Journalist Sue Reid talks emotionally about her trip: - Most of the local women speak little and probably don’t know English.They have never met people of another culture or religion. Almost all of them were brought to Britain to marry men from South Asia who, in fact, occupied the city. The life of Muslim wives is very monotonous: they give birth and raise children, prepare, clean and go to the mosque. Local Islamic preachers insist that Muslims should not mix their blood with Christians or Jews. And the worst thing is that all girls, even 6-7 year olds, wear hijabs so that not a single boy or man can even see their bodies out of the corner of his eye. At the place of pubs (there were a dozen of them) now there are mosques, in stores they sell not western clothes, but prayer rugs and hijabs. “In Savile Town, there’s a gigantic abyss that divides the white Britons and those from Asia and Africa, clearly visible,” says Sue.
“Whites must get out of here” - this phrase migrants, not hesitating and no longer hiding, speak into the microphones and lenses of the cameras of British TV channels. At first, the “exodus” of the natives of Savile Town resembled a stream, and then became a deep river. The city has become an ethnic enclave. And yet - in the hotbed of terrorism.Coming from here is Mohammed Khan, the head of the suicide bombers who killed 52 people in London in 2005, and many other bandits who joined ISIS (the organization is banned in the Russian Federation).
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I call to one of the heroines of the article. She is a heroine in the full sense of the word: 76-year-old Jean Wood, in spite of everything, is not going to leave Savile Town. “I was born here and then go to another world,” the metal sounds in the voice of a woman. - Although the children and grandchildren call to move to them in Birmingham. Less than a day after the death of her husband, with whom she lived for almost half a century, a knock on the door of Mrs. Wood. The Muslim neighbor silently handed a note with an offer to buy her house. “He expressed no sympathy for my loss,” the widow sobs. - I braced myself and said that my house would not be sold while I was alive. True, I don’t know if he understood, because he doesn’t know English. - You there probably uncomfortable? - I ask. “This is too soft a word,” Jin replies. “I’ve been out of the house a long time ago.” I'm not going to cover my face. So, any passerby can insult me. They dream of me getting out of here.
Traveling through Southall - an area in the west of London and for almost half an hour I see neither trees nor illumination. Cafes and restaurants at every turn, but they are not invited to celebrate Christmas. Many inscriptions - Arabic script. All this huge part of the city is the patrimony of the Hindus and Pakistanis, who have their own holidays and traditions.
Ealing - an area that is closer to the center, there are signs of the holiday. True, the trees are smaller than last year, and the houses are poorer colored by illumination. But Santa Clauses are roaming around the shops. Iling is not at all up to the bright and cheerful pre-New Year of Moscow, but at least something ... The British were also sending less greeting cards this year. The onset of the internet? Not only. It would not touch on the feelings of representatives of other faiths ... And in the press and the network is in full swing controversy, how comilfo is to send Merry Christmas cards? Wouldn't it be better to write “Season’s Greetings” (“With a seasonal holiday”)? Even Prime Minister Theresa May intervened. She said: “people should feel entitled to mention Christmas.” So - just “to mention” and “have the right” ... My friend Anatoly called the local Christmas “sawn”.He himself, by the way, flew off to celebrate New Year in Moscow, but was pleased that he finally went to Britain. True, honestly admitted that he is no longer such an Anglophilia as before.