What I’m concerned with here is the daily helplessness in such a world. A world in which a man strolls through the supermarket, taking what he wants, marches right by the cashier without paying, and then threatens her that she better dare not call for the police. A world where five walk next to each other along the sidewalk and everyone has to get out of their way. There, where everyone stares straight ahead while waiting to cross the street, so that the streetfighters from the car next to them don’t start to harass them with, “Do you have a problem? We can solve it for you!”
There, where little children have to pay a toll to youths at the playground in order to obtain access to the jungle gym. There, where young women are asked if they want to be fertilized. There, where they pour a soda out on the bus driver’s head when he asks them for their bus ticket. That all puts a damper on the mood. Even just reading it does that.
As long as we maintain a policy of “we empathize with everything” and “we forgive everything”, we will be signaling to these people that we don’t even contemplate changing the situation. So long as we consider this degrading of mores to be part of someone’s cultural identity and the key to our global conscience, so long will we struggle to find any significant support for cultural integration. Mostly, it’s the elderly, who suffer under the wild circumstances, or the very young, who are tired of being pushed around.
This constant disdain shown for behaviors like politeness and sympathy, the simplest rules that teach us how to behave in public. That is what leads the people to wonder: Where am I? Is this still my city, my homeland?
This is why many eventually decide: I don’t like these people. If they don’t want to live with me, then I don’t want to live with them either.
It is also not just moments of excess, rather the lead bucks are always focused on demonstrating that the Germans around them can’t tell them what to do and that they don’t care about the rules. And they are not unsuccessful with this.
In the Sonnenallee in Neukoeln, it is often the case that three cars are parked next to each other. The first one on the sidewalk, the second in the normal parking lane, and the third in the first driving lane. When you have bad luck, then someone might stop in the second driving lane and shout a conversation with someone who is sitting in a cafe near the street and drinking tea or coffee. If you make the further mistake of getting out of your car, you could quickly run into an uncomfortable situation.
A problem, that you might have, might get “solved” for you, or if you — as a German — think you can be the master of the situation, they will ensure that you are soon licking the bottom of their boots. It’s not any different for the police, after all.
The police are always careful to stay at least an arms-length away from the trouble-maker. Otherwise it could be that — woops! — the hat or something else goes missing. Then the commotion starts… what is the problem? Nobody knows who the cars belong to. The police should keep moving on and stop harassing people.
That all happens in an aggressive stance and aggressive tone. If the situation escalates, the police have to call for backup. And then it turns into a real situation. Sometimes even with physical violence involved.
And then it can happen that a cop gets asked by their group leader if they’ve ever heard of behavior moderation? Did they did not understand that there might be some resistance? Did they not know how such situations are judged by the court?
These judgments usually end with a not-guilty verdict for the traffic violator, with the cop luckily if he gets off without being prosecuted himself. A plurality of judges is simply not willing to support the police in their duty of traffic supervision, and they are not willing to apply the laws as they are written.
The aggression that the cops have to put up with and the hopelessness of applying the law perfectly in such a situation is irrelevant to the strangers to reality that populate the courts.
The police commissioner, Gaerntner, who has been working for decades in Neukoelln, told me recently that he could not even recall a single robbery or mugging of a head scarf wearing woman. The hated Germans are the enemy. The Germans are the target of their aggression, and they are helpless against the flashmob. All it takes is a text message and, within a few minutes, people start streaming in and take up threatening positions. Germans are easy prey.
Everyone encounters this in everyday life. It can happen that they get a nasty surprise following a simple fender-bender. Especially then, when the person who rammed them from behind is easily recognizable as an immigrant.
In this case, you and your companions will quickly surrounded by many “witnesses”, who have all seen exactly what happened. The man behind you didn’t ram you, rather you rammed him backing up.
In the end, the rule is that they always support their ethnic sisters and brothers. What truth is and what not, that is irrelevant for infidels. Those are the little experiences that makes the people around here so cheerful.
We raise our children to nonviolence. We disdain interpersonal violence and train our children accordingly. The others raise their youth to be strong, brave, and aggressive. The end result is simply unequal.
Update: As the original excerpt proved popular, I have gone ahead and translated the entirety of his article for you. It is part of a series that is creating some political agitation in Germany.