It has been a while since my last blog. A good while. I cannot think of any specific reason as even with my busy I have always been able to find a spare five minutes here and there, but hey.
This article in The Guardian however did stick in my craw – yet another wormy diatribe from an ivory tower dweller about our good old friends the Romany people and the rather unfortunate news that the French government has finally started to crack down on their itinerant and criminal behaviour. So Sarko and Co. have finally woken up and realised that something needs to be done – resulting in the usual hysterical bleating from the usual circle of do-gooder scribblers.
What really gets me about journalists like Ethel Brooks, who decribes herself as an “US Romany” – whatever that may mean; I have never myself heard of Romany communities in the United States – is that they are more than welcome to house these people themselves. Give them a plot in your back garden, a room in your house, even a tarpaulin to attach to the shed in the back garden. Give them your money so that they don’t need to beg or send their children out to go a-pickpocketing. I could go on.
No, France’s actions do not constitute “state persecution” of anybody: it is simply an exercise in the removal of human effluence, an action that is well overdue. As far as I am concerned the removal of these people is no different from putting out the bins. If this sounds cruel, well so be it. I have seen these people in action all over Eastern Europe and there is a clear and glaringly obvious reason why they are disliked there with an almost visceral intensity; their flooding westwards is causing a similar rise in resentment here, too.
Twenty years ago the gypsy was some sort of mythical creature – the ruddy and gap-toothed violin-playing patriarch who would shoe your horse in his spare time, the loud yet happy matriarch who would be married off at the age of fourteen to breed, and the army of grubby little kids who might occasionally nick an apple from the market. They were rough and slightly primitive, but you didn’t have much to fear from them: it was all a bit Blytonesque. Remote and exotic – though perhaps not in an entirely good way – characters who could be found in the pages of a childrens’ book.
The reality is far from this rather idealistic picture however. It would not be an exaggeration to describe the vast majority of Eastern European Romanies as a form of human parasite, much like a flea that invades a host to do little more than breed and suck its blood. These people provide no great benefit to society and the world around them, and instead destroy whatever they encounter. Quite simply, if something is not firmly anchored to the ground, your Romany “businessman” will appropriate it and sell it.
Here’s the sorry tale. A young Romany – more than likely driving without tax, insurance and probably while drunk (something these sneaky journalists never bother to investigate) – evades a police roadblock. He is shot and killed. Well, boo-bally-hoo. The police didn’t shoot this individual because he was a Romany; they shot him because he was a criminal. The response would have been the same had the driver been a Frenchman, a Rwandan or a Martian. Cue rioting, violence and the flooding of this filth into previously peaceful communities. I can at a very firm push understand their attacking the police station, but a bakery, for pity’s sake. A bakery – hardly the local gathering point of the local anti-Romany hate committee.
Is it no wonder that the government has finally pulled its finger out if its collective derrière and decided to act?
Every time I read one of these bleating articles by one of these left-wing clowns with little better to scrawl about, I want to haul them out of their little bubble and throw them head first into some urban hellhole; the following just leaves me breathless:
This is the first time France has seen protests by Roma youth taking the form of violent disturbances; the current rioting was similar in substance, though smaller in scale, to the immigrant-led 2005 riots that broke out across France’s suburbs. Rather than sympathy for the families who lost their sons, or an apology for the police killings, the protests and riots were met with immediate state violence, expulsion and criminalisation.
What the hell? If these rioters had decided to stay at home and employ some form of reason instead engaging in wanton violence and destruction, nobody would have been killed. Why should the police have to apologise or express sympathy with the families of criminals? As for “criminalising” these people, well this has to be a joke – if I were to go out and throw a brick through a shop window, I would not need anyone else to “criminalise” me – I would have criminalised myself the moment I picked up the brick with the intention of throwing it.
It goes on:
France is not alone in its attack against its own Romany citizens and those of other EU member states. Leaders all over Europe have found it expedient to attack Roma as recessions have hit, political scandals have loomed or other kinds of threats to state power have emerged. Indeed, Sarkozy seems to have been taking lessons from his conservative counterpart in Italy, Silvio Berlusconi whose government has increasingly focused on Roma as targets of state violence and everyday xenophobia. Similar things are happening in places ranging from Slovakia to Hungary, Bulgaria and Turkey.
Wrong. The governments of these countries are not “attacking” Romanies for the sake of it, but for that fact that they are – even down to the smallest child that is able to walk – criminals. I have seen these people in action. As a somewhat naïve visitor on my first of many forays into post-Communist Europe in 1993, I was truly flabbergasted when I encountered them – initially on a random basis when sightseeing. It look less than a week for me to determine which areas to avoid and which people to keep well downwind, though nothing of this was ever mentioned in the plethora of glossy guidebooks that waxed lyrical about Romany culture and babbled on about “racist” Czechs. When some of us students finally met one of these “racist” Czechs, he was an urbane, educated schoolteacher who simply confirmed all of the conclusions I had drawn myself in the space of a week.
Italian president Silvio Berlusconi may be the political equivalent of Jordan – vacuous and orange – but his government’s action against the horde of Romany interlopers has little or nothing to do with his wanting to look popular; it has everything to do with stemming what is a rising wave of crime created by gypsy criminals who are in Italy only on account of their being able to obtain a Romanian or Bulgarian passport. Even the Romanian government have suggested that the Italians are far too accommodating – not that they want these people back as their own crime rates have plummeted since joining the European Union. I don’t blame them; I’d reckon Bucharest is a lot safer to walk around at night than it was when I last visited in the late 1990s.
The Guardian’s resident “US Romany” signs off with the following:
Romany people should be granted the full rights of citizens to political participation, education, healthcare, freedom of movement, freedom against violence, dignity and respect.
Erm, OK. I’d just respond with the following:
Romany people should be granted the full rights to political participation like anyone else, so long as they attempt to integrate with the mainstream population, choose to make use of educational facilities that are offered, do not send their children out to beg in the streets, do not destroy other peoples’ property, refrain from engaging in violence and petty theft and treat their enviroment with dignity and respect – instead of turning every place they happen to congregate into a shithole.