By Bruce Bawer
Before the World Cup game between France and Morocco on July 9, there were jokes going around that no matter which side won, there would be riots in Paris – because there are roughly half as many Moroccans in the French capital as in the Moroccan capital, Rabat. The predictions were actually short of the mark. In the end, France won, and not only did the City of Lights turn into a war zone – with Moroccan migrants, as Rod Dreher put it, “physically attacking native French they wish to punish for being fans of the French national football team” – cities all across Europe, from Dusseldorf to Antwerp, were also devastated.
To quote GB News: in Amsterdam, “riot police were pelted with heavy fireworks, glass, and chairs”; In The Hague, “Moroccan fans were seen chanting ‘all Jews are f**s’ while more supporters hurled glass at police from balconies”; in Brussels, “huge crowds of Morocco supporters lit fireworks, lit flares and chanted ‘free Palestine’ in a main square in the heart of the city”; and in Rotterdam, “hundreds of fans had marched through the streets and pelted police with eggs.”
But the metropolis that fared the worst, apparently, was London. The rioting centered on the Edgware Road, and the response of the police, sadly, was all too predictable. While the British cops are fearless when arresting Tommy Robinson for reporting real news from outside a courtroom, or taking a random householder into custody for posting an objective fact about Islam online, or manhandling an innocent teenager, Henry Nowak, who’s committed the crime of being beaten up by members of a protected class, in this case London’s finest fled the scene.
Why go berserk in the streets of England over a soccer match between France and Morocco? Why not? It was twenty years ago that Muslims around the world exploded in public rage over a two-page spread of cartoons that had been published in a Danish newspaper that virtually none of them had ever heard of. Such demonstrations are never about what they’re supposedly about. In the case of the Moroccan loss to France, the anger wasn’t about sports: it was about power.
It was about the fact that the population of Muslims in certain parts of Europe has reached a point at which any pretense of deference or acculturation has been cast aside and the determination to show who’s boss – or who’s on their way, at least, to becoming boss – is on the ascent. If the rioting was more devastating in London than in Paris, it’s because in no other country have law-enforcement authorities been so consistently prepared to back off from conflict with Muslims than in Britain.
For people who might be described as overcivilized – which is certainly the case with many of those in positions of authority in England – stepping back from discharges of extreme emotion and allowing them to peter out is a sensible move, a way to avoid unnecessary physical harm in the midst of an irrational moment. But to people from more uncivilized cultures, the retreat of police is nothing but a sign of cowardice, an indication of a lack of manliness, a proof of unwillingness to defend one’s own people and property, and – hence – an invitation to push even further.
So it was that Moroccans in London pulled out all the stops. They launched fireworks and threw glass bottles, “missiles” (whatever that might mean), and other objects at the police officers, knocking one of them unconscious. A police spokesperson said: “We will not tolerate such disorder on our streets, or attacks on our officers….we will be reviewing CCTV and video footage circulating on social media to ensure all those responsible are brought to justice.” Somehow I doubt it. There were a hell of a lot of people who were responsible for the unrest. Will all of them actually be hunted down and arrested?
And what does it mean to say that they’ll be “brought to justice”? In Britain these days, justice for Muslim malefactors means, at most, a slap on the wrist. Everybody who took part in that mayhem should be sent back to Morocco at once, and many more with them. The British political class still resists mass expulsion as a reasonable solution. Even Nigel Farage dismissed it until relatively recently. But the British people increasingly recognize it as their only hope for survival of anything resembling the country they grew up in. Will this turmoil awaken even more Brits to the reality that any event anywhere on the planet that is seen as humiliating Islam, even something so trivial as the loss of a soccer game, can result in anarchy in the streets of their cities?
And will it open British eyes to yet another reality – namely, that the months of Muslim tumult in the streets of British cities after October 7, 2023, weren’t exclusively fueled by rage over the Israeli war on Gaza? That, in other words, many of the participants were simply exploiting events in the Holy Land to flex their muscles, to spread fear, to show off their strength of will, to reinforce their claim to the parts of certain British cities that they’ve already long since taken over, and to prepare the natives for the coming conquest? Why else would people purportedly upset over a soccer game holler slogans like “free Palestine” and “all Jews are fags”?
Permit me to pause for a moment over that last one, which is, frankly, new to me. “All Jews are fags”? Are all fags Jews, too? Of course this bit of nonsense has nothing to do with a World Cup game between France and Morocco. But what does it mean, really? Plainly, all Jews are not fags. But Islamic rage is an exceedingly curious thing. Muslims know that they’re supposed to despise Jews and homosexuals. But to equate the two is a step beyond. It seems to reflect a mentality that is incapable of logic and that is able to take prejudice to levels that can be attained only by a certified imbecile. This is what we’re up against, when it comes to Islam and its adherents: an ideology that, planted into the minds of a people who come from countries where the average IQ places many if not most of them in the category of idiot, becomes far more dangerous in reality than it is in the pages of the Koran.
One last note – a touch of irony, if you will. If you take a gander at the members of the French team that beat the Moroccans on July 9, you will notice that they don’t exactly look like, say, Alain Delon or Jean-Paul Belmondo or Jean Gabin. The players who scored the winning goals for France in the Morocco match were, as it happens, Kylian Mbappé, whose parents are from Cameroon and Algeria, and Ousmane Dembélé, whose mother is Mauritanian-Senegalese and whose father is Malian. In short, the Muslims have already conquered French sport to a considerable degree, just as they’ve gone a long way toward taking over much else. And this is just the beginning, mes amis.
First published in Front Page Magazine
One Response
Mr. Bawer,
I just spent almost two weeks in England, mostly outside of London, then after a short stay in the City of London, I went to London’s Heathrow Airport, followed by a very short stay at the Paris Airport.
If I weren’t convinced about your piece before this trip (which I actually was) I was certainly convinced after it.
I should add that we shouldn’t expect anything different regarding the UK’s next Prime Minister; if anything this Prime-Minister-in-Waiting is no better than the existing one… perhaps even worse in many respects.