As reported by RT Online, “xenophobic” riots erupted in the Polish town of Ełk (pron. Eh-wk) after a 21-year-old local man was stabbed to death by four men of Arab descent outside of their kebab diner. The suspects are in police custody. More than two dozen protesters were later detained as 300 people ransacked the diner in retaliation.
Xenophobic. The word’s disapproving usage codifies the respectability of tolerance, making judicious postures toward foreigners unfashionable. Cultural Marxism works as long as it successfully persuades attractive young women to judge men by its values and convinces men to dance to that tune to get laid. In other words, it installs girls as arbiters of correct attitudes toward the destiny of their nation. But Europeans are snapping out of their cornucopia trance and anyhow, we are a K-selected patriarchal race — we do more than display to our women, we also have them aspire to meet our standards.
The slain young man may not have been an innocent victim. According to a credible-sounding regular commenter at Vox Popoli, he was allegedly a known criminal with a rap sheet: “he started not-so-friendly chat with bar service, and the he left with two cokes, refusing to pay. Two Algerians, Moroccan and Tunisian (a chef) run after him. [The] chef stabbed him twice.”
It doesn’t matter. Foreigners don’t get to do vigilante justice. And as I put it last year, a healthy society includes its own reasonably contained criminal underclass:
We are better-off for having our own reserve army of muscle and balls. And importantly, we need someone to rule the rougher streets; best it’s our thugs than their thugs.
Looking from the perspective of a future victory, we would not have repelled the invaders and hanged the traitors without our own rough young men […] being the first to stick their necks out and take it to the streets.
Morbid tolerance did not work out well in Sweden. It has not worked out well anywhere.
With regards to action, I never tell readers to do something, in part because one shouldn’t tell anyone to do something he wouldn’t do himself. I navigate a neoliberal sewer every day and I don’t do anything about it. However, there are circumstances under which I would in fact do something.
An example from my visit to Poland, a tourist district of another medium-sized city. I’m having dinner with an older relative in an outdoor section of a restaurant, when he says with a wry smile on his face: “Hey, it looks like diversity has followed you here from America.” He nods his head toward something behind me, a hostess leading a party toward their table. It was five men in their late twenties wearing their country’s national team track suits and appearing to be professional athletes. Two were White and three were a mix of black African and Arabic.
They were having a lively conversation in French. I kept a discrete eye on their table and sussed out their dynamic. One of the two White men was the leader of the group; he was mostly quiet but had authority in his expression and the others’ body language was deferential toward him. The diplomat of the group was one of the mixed-race men, mostly sub-Saharan in appearance but with an Arab angularity to his facial features. He talked the most and others laughed at his jokes. They talked loudly but then again, elite athletes aren’t shy people. I didn’t pick up on any disrespect to the other patrons.
A pretty waitress came to take their orders and they spoke with her in heavily-accented English. The “diplomat” had a big grin and very bright eyes. They were visibly impressed by her but not lecherous. Like schoolboys awed by a beautiful teacher. As someone who has traveled, I could relate: when in an unfamiliar culture, you walk the thin line of appreciation and inoffensiveness.
When she returned to check on their table, she was wearing a jacket over her blouse. Poland can be cold even in the height of summer.
They left before we did. Two observations, one on hospitality and one on action. On the former: visitors who haven’t been accommodated to feel overly comfortable someplace that is not their home respond by behaving like guests and not like invaders. Xenophobia works. On the latter: had they disrespected what’s mine, I’d have gotten up.
The linked RT article concludes with a statement by Serbian-American political commentator and former Yugoslav dissident Srdja Trifkovic:
In general, it is the former Soviet bloc countries which also include the Czech Republic, Slovakia and Hungary which have offered stiff resistance to the attempt by the European Union to impose migrant quotas on individual member countries regardless of their parliaments’ will or public opinion. So, it is really in this context that this should be seen as an expression of nativist anger and resistance to what is seen in central and eastern Europe as western Europe’s failed policy of excessive welcoming of the migrants and unsuccessful attempt to [integrate] them into the whole society.