Peter Brimelow isn’t mourning the societies we have lost. He wants revenge:
In 1940, my father, already in the British Army in which he was to spend 6½ years, was stationed on the English Channel at Folkstone, looking right at Dunkirk. Years later, reading about the German plans for Operation Sea Lion, the invasion of England, I realized he was right where paratroopers were to land and asked him what kind of resistance his unit would have been able to mount.
He said: “They would have had to give us rifles.”
The Germans never came—but Britain was invaded anyway. By 1990, when my father died, he was bitterly in agreement with Pringle’s interviewees: it wasn’t worth it.
My considered reaction to Dunkirk: People should be hung from lampposts—they should be burned alive—for what they’ve done to Britain.
God send, if only for the sake of my three little daughters, born almost exactly 100 years after my father, that America can be saved from this terrible fate.
I could not possibly agree more. And I have no doubt that there will be a reckoning one day, hopefully in the not-too-distant future.
In a day when young girls are raped, not once, but twice, by the non-Western immigrants that are culturally enriching our societies, it is absolutely astonishing that the men of the West continue to meekly endure these daily atrocities.