Islam. Say it out loud. Say it freely. Consider it without prejudice.

At this moment in Europe, Islam is two distinct things:

a) A benign personal system of belief just like any other.
b) A toxic supremist political doctrine unlike any other.

The idea that to even merely discuss the latter is somehow ‘helping the terrorists win’ is absurd.

More and more Europeans are going to be slaughtered like pigs and more and more European freedoms will be degraded, inch-by-inch, until we talk about the latter.

There is nothing ‘Islamophobic’ (an etymological piece of Muslim Brotherhood propaganda in itself) about questioning the unique privileges granted to Islam above all other religions and indeed sovereign laws.

Ask yourself why very few will freely criticise Islam?

In 1988 a campaign of bombings and murders aimed to silence Salman Rushie in the UK.
In 2016 you cannot even draw a cartoon.

I hate writing on this topic it brings only downside. It risks being read as a fanatic with an axe to grind. Ultra right wing. A special kind of bad person. Risky. Unemployable.

So I am powerless here. Decide as you will.
Yet I am an ordinary person who only refuses to stay silent when our basic freedoms are being destroyed.

We have less freedom than our parents generation because of Islam and our children will have less freedoms than us on our current trajectory.

Call it Islamism, extremist Jihadism or terrorism. This is splitting hairs.

We live in a society cowed by Islam into a perverse inversion of morality — a faux liberal Islamophilia.

Anyone who questions the reality of Islam in Europe — say the commercial penetration of Halal meat, or ill-feeling about full face veils, or the massive demographic and societal changes in cities with significant muslim populations across Europe, is automatically lambasted as a racist.

A bigot. Someone to hound on social media. Or have sacked. Or arrested for a hate-crime. Probably a member of the BNP. A shameless degree of fascist.

Some people are uneducated bigots. Some are simply plain racist.
But not everyone is. Most are not.

And yes, I’ve experienced first-hand racism. And yes, members of my own family come from the most populous Islamic country on earth (no, it’s not some Arab desert). As if it even mattered about my or anyone else’s identity politics — the argument built on the identity of its maker is barely an argument at all.

So I insist on thinking freely and clearly.

Read the scriptures. Look at historical precedents. Ask the ugly questions. Ask why the number of artistic critics is so few? Or why some mainstream critics have to live under police protection, or make their public speaking schedules anonymous? Speak to ex-Muslims.

Ask yourself ‘why is it that I am afraid to even voice an alternative opinion?’

These were all things I dared not to do when I wrote pompous essays about ‘hegemony’, ‘privilege versus prejudice’, ‘cultural racism’ and other such disingenuous academic babble. One of the finest universities in the world didn’t even teach me how to think clearly. Or cultivate any sense of reason.

So terrorism is already winning because we are silenced; from the threat of death by Islamo-fanatics in front of us. By the fear of ‘liberal’ shaming to the rear of us.

Europe and her great values are not cast in iron.
The privilege of enjoying freedom comes with a duty to protect it. Freedoms must be fought for.

Hashtags and vigils of solidarity are vain signals. Ceremonial lighting on monuments is only prettiness. All these vague phrases about love overcoming all are worse than nothing- they suggest we are changing things as they camouflage the fact we are changing nothing at all.

Language is always the first barrier.

Notice how you have to lower your voice if you are straying out of the politically correct orthodoxy. Notice the reluctance of people to say those five letters at the beginning of this essay in anything but a positive light.

We speak in euphemisms regarding Islam yet notice how freely we will criticise Christianity or any of the other popular -isms.

This is a form of collective delusion.

Until we speak freely and frankly we are going to keep losing ground, to the extremists on all sides.
Likes, tweets and shares are welcome but nowhere near enough. We need to shift the needle in real life, in ordinary day by day conversation.

Enter the debate.
Speak or be spoken for.

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