This may become a very “dazed and confused” post because that’s how I feel at the moment. The recent events in Paris have left my mind in a maze of contradictions. This is why I have remained relatively quiet on the subject. So forgive me if I ramble, I’m just going to go through my reactions as they hit me.
Here? In France? Oi you bastids, this is OUR country. That is not how we do things here. Freedom of speech means being free to take the piss. If you don’t like it, move out. I have to put up with being called a “Rosbif”, everyone mocking our cuisine & my accent. I’m an immigrant too.
Is that why I’m angry? Because as an immigrant, albeit a naturalised one now, I have made strenuous efforts to fit in. The French are welcoming if one “integrates”. So don’t stand around mixing only with your compatriots and chattering away in a foreign language. Of course the French feel excluded. The Brits do too in the same situation.
I don’t give a flying fart what religion you are. I never have. I treat everyone the same. Just please don’t use it as an excuse for being a total twat!
Shut the doors, barricade the windows, don’t go out! No, that’s giving in. Letting them get us rattled and changing our way of life is exactly what they want. Go into town. Smile and say Hi to the Arab guys you know, just as you always do. High-five the Somali bloke with the leather stall on the market. They didn’t do it. Don’t lump everyone in with a few fundamentalists nutters. The far-right are going to be rubbing their hands at this recruitment boost for them. Don’t play along.
“They are going to die”. I knew that just after the Charlie Hebdo shootings. They always do. Our forces of order don’t piss about. They shoot to kill and the terrorists want to die. I knew it would come to an enforced suicide ending. I don’t mind. Why should my taxes pay to keep them in jail for the rest of their lives? Only a very few will think them martyrs. The rest of the world will see them for the murderers they are.
Twelve people dead. How dreadful! Wait a minute, Ailsa. You’ve been hearing about Ebola victims for over a year. How many millions? They too were innocent, unnecessary deaths. What did you say then? Oh dear, how dreadful. But that wasn’t here, was it? They didn’t come from the one area of Paris that you know well. They might not have been sitting on the next table in your favourite café opposite the Gare du Nord. It was far removed. You’re only so upset and stressed-out about this because it HERE.
These men don’t want to change my religion (if I have one) they want to force me into their way of life. I’m not prepared to bow down to that. Neither are the French. There will be a backlash – oh dear, oh dear, oh dear.