by Timothy Lane 6/14/14
This controversial apocalyptic novel of the failure of Western culture to defend itself against the Third World (assailing it with poverty as its justification) has been relevant for decades, but never more so than today as we see the feckless (or worse) refusal to protect the southern border of the United States against invasion. Diana West even referred to the children’s barracks as “the camp of the saintlets”.
Basically, the story involves a large body of Indian peasants fleeing on a flotilla of ships around Africa to the shores of southern France. (How they were fed for such a long journey is an interesting question, making it perhaps a bit unrealistic. But that really isn’t the point.) It’s a motley, messy crew, which is why they go around the continent instead of passing through the Suez Canal, where people could see what’s approaching and – perhaps – summon up the courage to stop them. They’re also actively anti-Western; at one point they’re given food supplies dropped from planes – and openly toss them aside.
In the end, unopposed, they land on the southern coast of France and simply rush in to grab what they can, including land and homes as well as property. They have no legal right, obviously, and no moral right by most of the world’s moral codes (including their own) – but no one has the nerve to stop them. And, naturally, this has other consequences. The great cities of the West are full of Third World immigrants, unassimilated and therefore poor (and hostile to their hosts). When these people see that the West no longer has the will to def end its society from them, they rise up. Hardly any violence is needed; those who live in the cities are quite ready to surrender what they have.
Only a small remnant survives in Switzerland, where the tale’s narrator (like others who still revere the Western culture that most were ready to surrender rather than defend) has fled. (There may be a few other such enclaves; the story focuses mostly on Europe.) For how long? He has no way of knowing.
This grim little tale is of course “racist”, because the Third World sorts that the West is no longer capable of defending against are non-whites and the Westerners themselves are whites. It may even be that Raspail was in fact a racist; but it’s also true that culture matters. For a long time we have seen a steady failure of many in the West to prevent their cities from becoming (as one book title put it), Londonistans ruled by (mostly Muslim) immigrants whose culture is extremely different and hostile (and not assimilating at all – indeed, quite often it seems that they’re increasingly assimilating the natives in many communities). Fortunately, we haven’t been quite so unfortunate in America for the most part, partly because some assimilation has occurred. But the occasional honor killings by assimilated “moderate” Muslims reminds us how shallow that assimilation often really is even here.
More serious is the Latin American invasion. Because the Democrats want (eventual) voters and resent American traditions, Big Business wants cheap labor and doesn’t care about American traditions, and the GOP leadership wants Big Business donations and can’t bring itself to see a politically incorrect reality, there is no more will to resist this invasion than there was Raspail’s fictional Indian fleet. So today the children don’t try to avoid the Border Patrol – they seek them out, rightly believing that they will be kept here in circumstances we find very unpleasant (but often no worse than they would face back home) before finding some way to let these “dreamers” stay despite their illegality.
And if people suffer, and the cartels (for whom these children are merely the means of distracting the Border Patrol, thus enabling them to smuggle even more drugs and gangsters and other unpleasantries into the United States) benefit – well, what does that matter in D.C. or New York? As long as they get what they want, nothing else matters to them. And if it means the end of American traditions or Western culture, so what? Few of the beneficiaries of illegal immigration care about such costs. In Raspail’s apocalypse, the failure was mainly one of will. In our own, the failure is partly one of will (John Boehner would fit in perfectly in the original novel), but also partly a matter of the Enemy Within.
Timothy Lane writes from Louisville, Kentucky and publishes the FOSFAX fanzine.
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