By ilana mercer
As I write, the Russians are hunting down the perpetrator of an attack on the St. Petersburg subway, in which 14 people were killed and some 45 injured. It took Russian authorities no time at all before an image of a possible culprit was circulated.
Vladimir Putin, it appeared, would not be taking a page out of the West’s Jihadi-protection program manual. The feelings of Muslims—who else?—were not being spared. Russians weren’t cautioned about Islamophobia. Officials didn’t beat on breast about their society’s failure to integrate Muhammadans. Mental illness wasn’t floated to exculpate what was likely Jihad.
Whether the picture was that of the right suspect or not, it looks like the identity of the killer will be known by the time I complete this column.
The quick unmasking of Khalid Masood’s identity, last month, was likely because he was killed quickly. The British knifeman met his maker in a timely manner because Masood targeted the Palace of Westminster, threatening the British Parliament, where an Authorized Firearms Officer (AFO) was stationed.
In Britain, criminals are armed. Politicians enjoy armed protection. The public is forsaken—for the sake of “our values,” they are told. For the good of their “freedoms,” as defined by their political jailers, the English agree to live with certain realities.
The reality of an English soldier being butchered on a London street, for one.
Drummer Lee Rigby was carved up in Woolwich, just yards from the Royal Artillery Barracks, in May of 2013. Slick with the blood of his victim, Drummer Rigby’s emboldened killer then asked the dhimmi passing by to film his splenetic screed. Muhammad’s messenger wanted to say “it” on YouTube.
Like the lone English AFO, American businessman Mark Vaughan did what he had to in September of 2014, when a woman at a Vaughan Foods factory, in Moore, Oklahoma, was beheaded by one Alton Nolen. A convert to Islam, this hate-filled black man then turned on poor Traci Johnson, and began sawing at her throat. Suddenly the CEO, Mr. Vaughan, appeared. He stopped Nolen in his tracks with … a bullet.
Were it not for armed Officer Alan Horujko, also stateside, another bad Abdul would’ve killed some classmates, in November of last year. Abdul Razak Ali Artan, a Somali refugee, drove his car into a crowd, at Ohio State University. Artan needed killing. Alan obliged.
Earlier in 2016, a promising refugee—again Somali; how have we failed these tender souls, and who could have seen it coming!—slithered out of hibernation. An American hero was ready for Dahir A. Adan. Officer Jason Falconer was off duty, but locked and loaded when Adan began slicing and dicing non-Muslims, at a St. Cloud shopping mall, in Minnesota. Yes, the little Nazi was sorting his kind from ours. Officer Falconer pumped Adan with lead. A lot of it. The end.
Acting individually, Americans are still capable of responding to Jihad by “casting terror into the hearts” of Jihadi believers. Collectively and severally, the British and the Europeans are honing their helplessness.
Certainly when it comes to the agencies entrusted with protecting the people on both sides of the pond, failure is the rule. The response mounted by the people’s protectors across the West is lackluster, to put it charitably.
Be it Stockholm, St. Petersburg, Paris, Nice, Brussels, Berlin; Orlando, or San Bernardino—the men with mass murder on their minds are Muslim, often with criminal records or with a sudden heightened interest in Islam. That risk factor, Islam, is unacknowledged. Its followers are ignored, seldom stopped, and generally dismissed as misguided by the very intelligence agencies now successfully hobbling President Trump.
Posthumously, Jihadi killers are remembered kindly by a conditioned dhimmi community (ours) and by the complicit community (theirs). Nice guys all.
When these characters come to the attention of the authorities, they’re consistently given a pass for their infractions. Invariably are they interviewed and released, unleashed on innocents, because, somehow, they inspired faith in their inquisitors.
The same interrogators are better disposed to prosecuting patriots for impolite speech against Islam. Dutchman Geert Wilders and France’s Marine Le Pen come to mind. Persecuting another, President Donald Trump, for being too polite to Russia is another preferred pastime of Deep-State operatives, who’ll invariably call-off surveillance of Islamists, as they funnel fungible funds into, say, surveilling Trump Tower.
Following acts of Jihad, suspects slip through European roadblocks with relative ease. Perverse European legislators have instituted procedures that make apprehending and expelling undesirables near impossible. The Tunisian migrant, Anis Amri, was finally put out of his misery by an Italian policeman, near Milan. But not before Amri had mowed down 12 men, women, and children at the open-air market in Berlin, Germany, last Christmas. He injured 49.
Amri was a known felon, suspected of “possessing explosives” and defrauding German welfare authorities. He had been caught with a fake ID, had been incarcerated before and was being “monitored,” for what that’s worth. Amri’s missives, intercepted and debated, more than hinted at his future “aspirations.”
Yet no deportation proceedings were initiated, because sly Amri made sure never to carry valid papers. He knew Prussian bureaucrats put politically correct piety and protocol before the lives of innocent Germans. You know how bad things are when the leader of the Muslim World herself, Angela Merkel, calls out bungling officials for posing a “security risk for people in all Germany.”
With equal ease did Tunisian-born Mohamed Lahouaiej-Bouhlelon cross the security perimeter set up to protect crowds celebrating Bastille Day, in Nice. Mohamed Blah Blah had no problem plunging his lorry into the crowds, killing 84 and gravely injuring 202.
An Israeli security expert, Aaron Cohen, could not conceal his contempt for the gendarmes entrusted with protecting the crowds on that fateful day, in 2016. From the easily breached perimeters, to the lack of spike strips or tire shredders on the roads, to the pitiful darting done by police in an attempt to flag down the truck, once it commenced its two-mile mayhem: The French police had earned Cohen’s contempt.
Confirmed it was by the UK Mirror that police allowed Mohamed Blah Blah, aforementioned, “to stay on the busy road for almost nine hours before the attack and failed to check his vehicle.” When the (manifestly) swarthy Islamic supremacist told police he was delivering ice cream for the petits, police at the checkpoints had simply waved the enormous truck through.
Libertarian Julian Assange called the FBI and offshoots “America’s political police.” Europeans have their “political police.” The English have MI5; it declared Khalid Masood halal, kosher, good to go.
The “political police” is helping its political masters to achieve a goal. If political actions are indicators, then the aim is to acculturate Americans and Europeans to life with Islam. Are politicians working toward this goal reflexively, rather than as a matter of collusion and conspiracy? Is the institutional ineptness documented “helped” by Islamic infiltration into politics and policing? These matters are not easily adjudicated.
What patriots in the West need to know is that life with Islam is life under Islam and its enablers.
Oh, and the culprit in the bombing of the St. Petersburg subway was not the man in the picture, but one Akbarjon Djalilov. His birthplace: Osh in Kyrgyzstan, “where the role of Islam is particularly strong.”