A translated article from a Norwegian newspaper at Gates of Vienna about tension between ethnic Norwegians and their muslim immigrants.
“A few weeks ago,” he says, “I was entering the schoolyard. They were attacking Lars. There’s a whole heap of them. They always attack as a group. They are dogs, they hunt in packs. They are beating him up. I run in between them and I punch one of them. Then someone comes rushing to and separates us, and yet again I’m being hauled off to the principal’s office, and yet again I am being told that even if they punch us we are not supposed to retaliate. Do you know how insanely provocative such a statement is?”
Read the whole thing.
Some things that jumped out at me:
“All the teachers told me, the principal told me, if I had an altercation with them I had to understand that they were to be pitied, that they came from countries where there had been war.”–Some kind of misplaced pity, or maybe a refusal to admit that mass immigration from muslim countries so totally different from Norway was a bad idea.
“He wants to be like them, but he doesn’t become like them, something inside him is resisting.
Fragments: the bad grades in the Norwegian classes, the bad friends, Islam, he notices how they view women, as an object, how they react when he tries to discuss Islam with them, how they talk about respect, but don’t show any respect, how they refer to Norwegians as f***ing Norwegians, whitey, potato; something inside him resists,” and ““There is a hierarchy, where ethnic Norwegian boys are on the bottom rung on the ladder.”–His native culture and people have been so denigrated, not just by immigrants but by the natives with authority, that he wants to be “other”.
“If a Norwegian boy gets into trouble, odds are that he has a small family and a tiny social network. Unlike a Pakistani or Somali boy, he doesn’t have a clan of brothers and cousins and uncles who come rushing to his aid in the event of a conflict. Most of the time the only thing he has is a single parent.”–the broken and dispersed family leaves these kids without a support group, while the immigrants have a large extended clan to call on.
“We have to adapt to their culture. They don’t have to adapt to ours.”–we see this everywhere.
The immigrants use their religion as a unifier, while we Christians just quibble over details and denominations. This always strikes me as asking who is “Christian enough”.
That’s all Ive got time for. Read the whole thing, its sad.