Many people deny, and only a few understand. The trends of poverty, violence and economic depression are not just a freak event; they are the premonitions to an outcome predicted a hundred years before: to the Decline of the West and its slow death. Many ten of thousands every year come to the West. They see it as the pinnacle of civilisation, the perfect society, the material paradise.
Many a decades ago my forefathers thought the same; they abandoned their ancestral villages and left on a no returns flight to then UK. Instead of living in a big city or a comfy suburb, they chose a small Lancashire mill town. My family is still living there but now instead of being mainly white, it is 80% Pakistani. All the whites and Chinese are leaving, with only Pakistani Italians coming in. The main ‘super’ school has about 500 in one year. Only 20 are whites. The students spend less time getting educated, but more time swearing at the teachers in Punjabi. The children there spend more time in the madrassas than in the classroom. The amount of cousin marriages are so high, the hospitals cannot cope with the amount of disabled babies. What my family came for was an illusion; a fantasy in the utmost sense. The life of man is tragic, he toiled and worked so hard, so earnestly to create a utopia, but to only find it populated in horrors.
I am at the local park. There are dozens of tents littering the place. I see a homeless woman, injecting herself. The needles drop to the floor.
I am in the city centre. The streets are dark, the back alleys smell. The body lies on the floor. Stabbed multiple times. I do not touch him, I walk away.
I am at school. They talk of sex and drugs. I do not here them. Only their souls crying “No more”. I weep with them.
Suffering is everywhere. It is part of us. No free broadband or nice car will change that. But to believe our world is just black and white is wrong; for we are beyond just good and evil. The imperfections of our species may blot out any hopes of universal peace, but to make the effort on ourselves is still feasible. To be content with what you have, just those ‘200 acres’ that you own. This is enough, however not many people realise this.
For too long now, the truth has been obscured to me. But now I see that it was right in front of me the whole time. Now I know that it is time to go home...