[Submitted by Piercedhead]
It’s a familiar story. News of a new land is brought back by adventurers, and tales of its gold, its vast forests and the endless plains of good grazing lands immediately take the public imagination. The same idea is hatched simultaneously in each of the minds of millions: “if only I could get there! I could fence off a few acres for myself, live independently and say goodbye to all this drudgery that is my life!”. And the idea becomes an over-arching ambition. The first settlers set off. Reports of their new-found prosperity soon return to the home country and their former fellows, emboldened by their success, start making plans for their own journey. Soon a flood of people are taking that trip to the promised land, all on one-way fares.
On arrival, a new immigrant notices a strange bunch of bedraggled people living in the most abject poverty on the streets of the new city. Alarmed, she asks a passerby who these people are, and why they would live so poorly. “Oh them”, the passerby snorts, “they’re some of the native people. Sub-human. How could anyone live like that?”. The new immigrant is stunned. “You mean there were people living here before us?”, she asks, her mouth a little too wide-open, betraying a simple heart. The passerby laughs at her ignorance, “why of course there were!”, he replies. “Hundreds of thousands of them, maybe millions. Initially they were all right, but they turned nasty and attacked the city a few years ago. We soon showed them who was boss. Those that you see there living like pigs used to raise gardens and trade their produce – but now they’re all lazy good-for-nothings. They give us no end of trouble. Prisons are full of them”.
The new arrival, too used to the ways and customs of the country she has only just left, asks “but what did they do with all their money?”. The passerby raised one eye-brow and quickly asked “What money?”. It seemed almost too obvious to ask, and so the immigrant hesitated a little, wondering how such a simple question could be misunderstood. “Why, the money they got when they sold their land – or haven’t they sold it yet?”.
At this the passerby stared thunderously at her, his face reddening with anger. “What sort of fool are you taking me for? Go and ask your stupid questions of someone else! They should be grateful to have their worthless lives considering the harm their ilk have done us, never mind paying them for land that they never owned in the first place!”, and with that he stomped off in a fury.
For some reason that the newcomer couldn’t explain to herself, the sight of these people and their pathetic state had left a large impression. The realization that she wasn’t in a new land at all, but in the land of others bothered her much more than it seemed to bother anyone else she talked to – and she found herself talking to anyone who could tell her anything about them. The dialog was universally one of near hatred for the people who once lived unmolested in this land:
“Before we arrived, they lived like brutes. They were forever at war with each other. We civilized them.”
“They had no religion. They worshipped the seasons, the rain, the earth, the sun, the wind – everything. They refused to believe in the most basic truths and decencies!”
“Why the concern? The natives are better off because of us. Look at all the great things and new knowledge we bring with us. Besides, we’re their moral superiors. What harm can come to them so long as our great charities are there to save them from starvation or exposure to the elements?”
The more the newcomer learned, the more sickened she became with her own people. She learned that the natives, apart from filling the prisons, also killed themselves at rates well above the average. They died younger from all sorts of diseases that the immigrants were immune from. Their word mattered for nothing in the courts they were forever being herded through. They were jailed and executed out of all proportion to any wrongs they did. Their families were torn apart. Their property was stolen. They were denied the same education as the immigrants. They were specifically exempted from protection by the law – an immigrant, and the primacy of the immigrant – was the central theme of all thinking. A native could be held as a slave in certain circumstances that were becoming increasingly common. And they were being starved to death en masse deliberately by immigrant soldiers who had identified their vital dependencies and were systematically annihilating them.
If you haven’t gathered by now that I’m really talking about the great Feminist immigration into, and takeover of, male spaces over the past 50 years I have been too subtle for you. Isn’t it interesting that colonialism, that great staple of the socialists, is actually being practiced by them as thoroughly now as any they accuse in the past?
