The ultimate in self-ownership, privacy and property

Bear with me: this is the ultimate personal story of self-ownership violated, privacy denied and property stolen. It's about something moral that is fundamental to our civilization and our morality, that it needs to be read and absorbed and acted upon. I originally posted it elsewhere on my ranting site and you may have read it in its full horror and glory, but do at least follow the links to the book or the interview or the heroine's crusading site.

Hannah Shah is an antimatter suicide bomber.

She should get a pension from the Ministry of Defence. And M16. And Special Branch, and the anti-terrorist squad. And the British feminist movement. And every A & E Ward and Social Services department in Britain’s multicultural cities. Strangely enough, I don’t think that she does.

The MoD, MI5, A & E, et al, plus the feminists should seek to protect people from harm (in this case the harm from Islam) and especially the harm done to women for the latter bunch, and all of them are charged, one way or another, with picking up the pieces after violence. Supporting this brave and good woman would be an excellent way of inoculating our people and our country from one particular virus – the many violent aspects of Islam.

Her autobiography, The Imam’s Daughter, should be required reading for all military officers whose duties take them up against Islam as well as for our counter-spies and the other anti-terrorist apparatus of the British state. It should be advertised and reviewed, commented upon, quoted from and chewed over throughout the British feminists’ website The F Word.

I hope that you’ll buy the book and send her lots and lots of money and below I’ll tell you why.

‘You’re too savage in criticising Islam,’ said Mrs. Northwester. ‘You won’t win friends and influence people if you call Islam a death cult,’ she said. ‘You need to look at the small picture,’ she added, ‘and see what the people in it think and feel. Then you might be more persuasive.’’

I paraphrase (badly) her more elegant words. This was after I’d posted something especially virulent against some Islamist/dhimmi twonk over at A Tangled Web late one Sunday night. But it is the female of the species’ mission in life (and often their direst necessity, alas) to gentle the excesses of the male, and so I listened and thought about it, read the review by Granny Weatherwax in The New English Review and bought the book: all Victor Kayam-style Right-wingly.

Maybe by reading something other than Irshad Manjis’s similar-but-different The Trouble With Islam Today and Robert Spencer’s The Politically Incorrect Guide to Islam and Islam Unveiled, its predecessor and source-work, and perhaps by reading another personal view - and a British one at that - I might get a bit more perspective on the topic. She got her wish.

Be careful what you wish for, incidentally.

If you do buy the book, and I hope that you will because this young woman has a mission and we can all be a part of it, I suggest for your own peace of mind that you try to think of it not merely as the diary of a young girl, but rather as a home-grown version of the Great Escape. I choose my words carefully here. She lived her early life in the shadow (and the threat of death, reading between the lines and from what her father said) of a life-denying totalitarian ideology that plans to subdue the world, and it is now her mission, despite being on the run, to frustrate that ideology and to bring freedom to Muslims throughout Britain and the world: particularly the women and girls.

Hannah Shah’s huge capacity to love her fellow human beings in general, and her utterly undeserving family in particular, is almost beyond belief. She is still on the run from her vengeful family, whose ‘dishonour’ is still so important to her that she refuses to take the details of the decade-long campaign of incestuous rape by her imam father to the police. Doing so would hurt the mother, brothers and sisters who ignored and left unpunished the multiple sexual assaults that her father inflicted on her throughout what in a parallel universe would be called her ‘childhood.’ So she hasn’t done it.

She was born free: a British subject in a Northern English town and a descendent of Pakistani Muslims and she lived her whole childhood in chains of her family’s making until she finally broke away.

And what chains. Many of the neighbours in her all-but completely Pakistani Muslim terraced street stayed so close to home that they never left it. This was especially true of her father who, once he decided that as an imam he was above working for a living, went on sickness benefits and housing benefits for the rest of his life.

One of the many wonderful things about Hannah Shah’s story is that despite it all she is, delightfully and definitely, English to the core. Her outrage at her father’s fraudulent welfare claim; at his laziness and dishonesty and his contempt for the supporting country and culture off which he sponged and financed his worthless life could come straight from the pages of the Daily Mail, or from the disgusted conversation of my colleagues at the Department for Hurt and Awful Nuisances. Or from BNP campaign literature, come to that.

Many of the womenfolk were forced to stay at home, though many also worked. Her own mother was nearly as much of a prisoner as she was – and was beaten savagely in front of Hannah on many occasions for imaginary or exaggerated imperfections in her cooking or housework. Imam Shah loved to inflict pain and to bully anyone around him who he could. Hannah Shah is always keen to give ‘moderate Islam’ the benefit of the doubt, and points out that, despite her never having been bought a single toy in her life, despite her never receiving a single word of praise or affection from her father, other fathers and especially one did play with their daughters and show them affection and give them treats. Her father was especially cruel, and so her argument goes that there is room in the Pakistani Muslim community - even there - for some forms of love. She also points out that class makes its presence felt – her family and friends were from impoverished farming stock, but other Muslims in the town are city-bred, lovers of education and ambitious, in some ways, even for their daughters. So it’s not Islam’s fault, right?

Up to a point. Because when she finally breaks away and changes her religion and is living in one of a series of safe houses (in England! Safe houses for British subjects to escape the violent ambitions of Islam!) that she has to occupy to evade a vengeful family, then the armed mob of Muslim men who find her, and from whom she barely escapes with her life, then her favourite moderate Muslim neighbour the doting father is right there with the mob supporting the frenzied Imam Shah who has come to claim his property and bring her home, to a certain beating, rape, and possibly murder. This is honour killing under the Spar shop sign; the Koran to be enforced in its brutal bloody fullness where Walkers Crisps and Mars Bars are for sale along with Coke and Tizer and The Sun and The Mirror. This is England.

When not beating and sexually assaulting his elder daughter and calling her worthless, evil and a temptress, and throwing her to the filthy floor of their coal cellar, her father is a virtual prisoner himself; rarely leaving the street except for his frequent trips to the mosque where he ruled as an absolute monarch. The women were separated from the men in more ways that the Koran prescribes - excluded, ignored, and even kept apart from the men during weddings. Hannah stresses the intellectual sterility of Islam in her background, and its lack of anything like humanity. All passages are read in Arabic, which nobody understands, and learned by rote and repeated by human recording machines. Her father refuses to have Jesus’ name mentioned in the house, and speaks spitefully of him, though the elder Hannah, the theology graduate, points out that Jesus is named more often in the Koran than Mohammed was.

One of her brothers – hitherto and thereafter treated as a lord of creation for not being a girl and therefore not endlessly called ‘worthless’ – was sent off to Pakistan against his will to learn to memorize the Koran at a madrassah. He returned years later, a beaten and broken young man; prone to mental illness and with much of his childhood affection burned out of him. So much so that he goes along with the family’s persecution of the apostate Hannah. They all do, one way or another.

Forced marriage to cousins, here or back in the old country, is part and parcel of the brutal life of the autocratic Imam Shah and many of his rural peasant neighbours. Hatred of white people is ever-present – ‘gora’ and ‘gori’ are spoken as contemptuously as any skinhead cretin’s ‘Paki’ by her father whenever Hannah’s would-be friends tried to visit, or about the white TEFL teacher who secretly taught English to an earlier, gentler, non child rape-excusing mother.

Anything and everything Western or English is haram -‘forbidden’ - in Imam Shah’s lawless world of unspoken but often broken and always savagely enforced rules. Everything; except from the benefits he receives for pretending to be sick and for having many children. Everything Western is rejected, apart from the technology – cars and television and the air liners which take them home for holidays in Pakistan to be feted as millionaires – and anything else the imam and his male relatives and neighbours want to use and enjoy. The proud elder brothers’ cars are used once to take Hannah out for a ride beyond the street/ghetto/prison of her birth, and never to help the ageing mother carry heavy groceries home form the despised gora supermarkets.

Men and boys are everything, women and girls worthless – to be expensively dowered off and good riddance. Women and girls are seductresses, who inflame men to sexual lust and who tempt them away from worshipping Allah – this is what the rapist imam uses to excuse his frequent violations of his won daughter.

Is it Islamic to do so? And if so is it Koranic, and therefore supposedly immutable as the pure and complete word of God, or merely from the Hadiths, which some Muslims argue are heretical and blasphemous?

If the imam says it’s Islamic - and his authority is unquestioned in these communities - then it is indeed Islamic. And that’s all that the friends and relatives of poor little Hannah Shah cared about when they helped track her down to meet her family’s ‘justice.’

And what of the outside world; of school, and friends and the white people: the goray whom her father loathed and despised once again as soon as he’d cashed his Gyro?

Hannah loved them. She loved her school and the knowledge that it sought to impart; heterodox and varied and questionable. She loved her generous friends and the gentle white adults who never beat her or raped her or left her bound and starving in a coal cellar, and who showed her affection, and who saw her as worth talking to, and who were never allowed to visit her and whom she was never allowed to visit. She loved the soap operas and the teenage heart-throbs and the western fashions and the dolls’ houses that her friends owned though she had nothing to show to her friends in return because she owned no toys. She loved the teachers who sought to bring out her writing and story-telling, and who in her teen years tentatively tried to draw her out about her silences and bruises and her many unexplained absences from school…

Hannah loved them even though they failed her.

They didn’t pursue her noteless absences from school as they would have had with white children. Miss Shah is unequivocal in her contempt for the politically correct white society that respects her community’s ‘traditions’ – which means that when girls disappear forever their absenteeism is never followed up to discover they have been sent to rural squalor and even more intense drudgery in Pakistan.

(This has been going on for decades. My mother was a teacher in what was quaintly called a ‘special school’ back in the 1970s and she once described to my horror that a thirteen-year-old girl; bright and funny and learning English at an exponential rate and soon to have a place at the ‘normal’ school and who had once made her beloved schoolteacher and classmates some chapatis (the first I had ever seen) had been sent home to her family’s village to be married. I knew even then as a kid that you had to be sixteen at least to marry. I don’t know what if anything Mum did to chase the ‘truant’ Rani up, but Mum was a giver and a striver in her day. Maybe she had a go but didn’t trouble her young son with the details. Her headmaster was a clock-watcher and a pension-chaser so I doubt that Mum had much official back-up if she did go to Social Services about the poor lass. I wonder whether the political will existed in the 1970’s to confront Muslim or Pakistani child abuse – it’s surely in short supply now, and this book should help to drum up some more backbone – if we can get it publicized. Sometimes I think that Edward Heath’s sacking of Enoch Powell wasn’t entirely a good thing for life in Britain. But only when there’s a ‘y’ in the day. So there you have it; a Northwester family skeleton. I hope you’ll help this book to make some difference to a new generation of Ranis.)

When the school finally brings in Social Services because a Christian teacher follows Hannah’s problems up, then they send her…a Pakistani Muslim social worker who immediately betrays her to her father and gets her a massive and especially foul beating and more rape. It appears that the social worker worm Omar thinks that betraying the ‘community’ to outsiders is worse than raping and beating a little girl year after year.

I’m being judgemental here, I know, but what is judgement for but to tell the difference between cute folk customs like the giving of Eid sweets and morris-dancing on the one hand and child slavery and badger-baiting on the other?

Hannah’s eventual (last-minute, nearly deadly and precarious) escape is as exciting an adventure story as any I’ve read in fiction given the natural physical and the falsely-induced emotional weaknesses that the Pakistani women in Hanna’s neighbourhood are prone to, and in a sense it’s still going on as her family and community have never given up hunting her.

Her triumph is one of love – specifically Christian love as many of her supporters and protectors are Christians – but also of the love that is available when people are allowed to associate with other, different people from other religions or none, in our imperfect, Western, capitalist society.

There is so much material wealth too outside the hate-filled and ignorant world of Hannah’s home that her friends do have available, for example; cars and spare bedrooms in large houses for escape and refuge; and spare cash to clothe and feed Hannah as a free woman. There is a State education system that is still richly funded enough to give her a second and then a third chance at a degree and qualifications and an escape to work in the south of England where she finds more friendship and still more love.

The second part – the post-escape part is as interesting and is way less harrowing then the sex-slave beginning. her triumph, loves’ triumph, and in many ways Britain’s triumph at least reminds us of what is so good and beautiful and worth defending at any cost in our free society, and I recommend that conservatives, liberals, libertarians, nationalists and socialists alike should all read this book before next talking about multicultural society or Islam. All observant Muslims should read it, also, and do some comparisons.

Miss Shah has done her country and our civilization a great patriotic and charitable service in writing this harrowing and enlightening – and often inspiring and also amusing – work of social history.

She specifically and clearly criticises the politically correct white population that will not confront sex slavery and child rape, and particularly the BBC journalist who asks her ‘So what do you hope to achieve by speaking out? Surely, you’ll just cause more trouble?’

Hannah Shah doesn’t believe that the liberal establishment’s policy of silence or ignoring these atrocities will let it all go away. She celebrates and appreciates religious and political choice and freedom of speech in our democracy. She does distinguish her father’s type of Islam from supposedly gentler varieties, and I have to say she doesn’t provide much in the way of examples, though we can infer that, just as only small a minority of our Muslim neighbours are involved in Jihadist activities and maybe a larger one in jihadist belief, then perhaps also only a minority of girls are being raped, beaten and surely only a few are murdered by their families.

So how is she an antimatter suicide bomber?

She describes the obscurantist, ignorant, brutal, male-dominated and xenophobic culture from which our home-grown 7/7 suicide-bombers sprang. All were brought up and educated in the north of England, and 3 out of 4 were born here. They attended mosques like Hannah’s father’s and travelled to be further radicalized in Pakistan, and learned as Hannah’s brothers did all about the worthlessness and corruption of Western society (to the point that their ‘community’ holds it wrong to phone the police when a white neighbour is being assaulted) in the febrile atmosphere of Sub-continental Islam.

There is little gentleness there, and what there is dissolves at the first hint of the imam’s disapproval. There is racial and religious hatred of foreigners – imam Shah has a hierarchy of the races from the Arabs down through Pakistani Muslims to other Muslims down to whites and finally down to Jews. I forget exactly where he placed black people, but you get the point. Women and girls are worthless – expensive to provide with dowry – and sexual temptresses who must be masked and beaten and kept I their place.

Is it any surprise that such a mind-set, such a culture isn’t overflowing with raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens?

At the very least, Miss Shah is needed by Britain to expose this foul undercurrent in our ‘diverse’ society.

And she can help soften it; reform it and offer refuge and advice to women and girls on the run from unreformed Islam’s foulest superstitions and nastiest practises, and one great thing that our homeland needs is free, outspoken, inoculated Muslim women to expose and shame the violent, self-centred, secretive corruption that much – though not all – of Islam encourages and allows to occur.

Free, confident, jihad-free Muslim women or ex-Muslim women who can live their lives for themselves according to their own wishes and standards are needed; as examples; as beacons of what freedom and love rather than hatred can achieve in this country.

It’s got to tempt at least some of the Muslim boys and men away from Islamist brutality on the internet and the bone-dry, savage world of the kaffir-hating mosque, because breeding - all other things being equal – will out.

In that, at least, imam Shah was right.

NNW.

Hannah Shah resources and grumps.

Here’s the book.

Here is Hannah Shah’s website that offers help and advice for Muslim women and girls escaping slavery, rape, and other abuse.

Here’s her interview in The Times.

It’s official.

The Ministry of Defence, M15, Special Branch, the anti-terrorist squad and the British feminist movement are all bollocks.

Hannah Shah should get a pension from the Ministry of Defence. And M16. And Special Branch, and the anti-terrorist squad. And the British feminist movement. And every A & E Ward and Social Services department in Britain’s multicultural cities. I don’t think that she does.

Oddly enough, a site-search for this incestuously raped, countlessly beaten, from-the-cradle enslaved and would-be force-married little girl on the F Word draws a blank. Perhaps it’s a lousy search facility on the site? They do lead today with an approving account of stink-bombing a beauty pageant, so they are - as it were - somewhat on the ball against the Bikini Threat to London’s long-suffering student womanhood. Yey. Go British feminists.

Oh, and if you search our national broadcaster; the one that produces Woman’s Hour and supports and celebrates ‘diversity’ and ‘women’s’ rights’ in all things – guess what you get if you search its website for either her name, or her book?

Did you guess correctly? I suppose there’s not room on the site or in the archives for this little tale, what with all the football and the plight of the Palestinians, right?

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Defence Training Review : Forty shillings but no drum?

Under the Defence Training Review, the Government is concentrating much of its service and support units’ training into a smaller number of training sites which will be administered by private companies. Many of these training roles are to be relocated to a site in Wales, bless them, but the review itself is proving controversial not just because of potential and real job losses.

CAN isn’t covering this from the employment angle even though it is right and proper that the unions should seek to protect their members’ livelihoods. The right to combine into unions is one of our nation’s hard-won rights and freedoms that our armed services are, in some part, fighting to protect today.

Do you know how the Taliban conduct public sector pays negotiations?

Me neither, but I bet it’d give even my flinty former Thatcherite heart a warm feeling nostalgia for the expression ‘fight the cuts.’

Here’s what some trades unionists say, for information.

Now, here’s what some of the top brass say in three slow-loading pages.

I’m an old-style privatizer myself but fifteen years of experience of the ‘Peace Dividend’ and eleven of them under this government’s private finance initiatives tend me to suspect that this may essentially be a cost-cutting exercise and an exercise in constituency-based political influence.

And I don’t feel one jot better protected from what I’ve read about it so far.

I’m hoping to get some specific contacts for those who wish to be active in organised protest against these moves, and this post is therefore a work in progress, but in the meantime, here is the MOD’s contact page.

I’ll update as soon as I get more information.

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Freedom of speech isn't merely a pie-in-the-sky 'human right' conjured up by political philosophers to give activists something to do. It’s the product of centuries of political supply and demand in response - in part at least - to public sector corruption, jobbery, and the perils from secret government.

CAN has publicised the plight of public-sector military trainers and their campaign to keep jobs local to them, and also within the public sector. Oddly enough, I find myself in sympathy with them on this one, but that’s not the issue here.

What is the issue is that the MoD is trying – according to the union concerned – to prevent them from publicizing their cause. See an article about the general issue of the campaign here.

An anti-secrecy watchdog, Index on Censorship picks up this story here.

Now I’m all for operational secrecy in military and intelligence matters; this country’s security must come above all else in my opinion, but may I remind readers on the freedom-loving Right that it was official secrecy that let the pre-war appeasers have their way as Britain and its Empire disarmed - despite the imperial government’s knowledge of what the Axis Powers were up to?

So these people are campaigning to keep their jobs where they are rather than having them exported to Labour Heartlands Wales on the one hand, and also making the twin claims that the whole exercise is costing the taxpayers way too much and may be threatening national security.

I don’t know whether they are right and wrong about cost and national security, but hushing them up isn’t going to do much for financial honesty or our country’s safety. Plus it is a democratic right – long established in law – to protest against threats to one’s livelihood.

I daresay that they could do with some moral support – and any other kind you might like to offer.

Back to DEFENCE OF THE REALM.

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DEFENCE OF THE REALM

How well or badly are our country’s troops treated by government? Are they properly equipped for the duties they are given? Apart from the enemies chosen for them by Her Majesty’s Government, what institutions and groups are making service lives harder? How wisely or otherwise are they deployed to protect us and our country and its traditions our freedoms?

For want of a nail the shoe was lost.
For want of a shoe the horse was lost.
For want of a horse the rider was lost.
For want of a rider the battle was lost.
For want of a battle the kingdom was lost.
And all for the want of a horseshoe nail.

Oppose the Defence Training Review .

Oppose foreign rapists and expose the breeding-ground of jihadist terrorism.

Defence of the realm - the blog.

What if, in the middle of a war, the government decided to ban information about the aggressors' motivations being discussed in public - or even mentioned? What if our allies decided to prosecute an elected politician for describing who and what our common assailant wanted and what they are doing?

Geert Wilders is being prosecuted by the Dutch courts for words and film critical of Islam and Islamism. It seems he thinks that these events are neither coincidences nor the product solely of Western foreign policy.

From Wikipedia: Attempts to prosecute Wilders under Dutch anti-hate speech laws in June 2008 failed, with the public prosecutor's office stating that Wilders' comments contributed to the debate on Islam in Dutch society and also had been made outside parliament. The office released a statement reading: “That comments are hurtful and offensive for a large number of Muslims does not mean that they are punishable. Freedom of expression fulfils an essential role in public debate in a democratic society. That means that offensive comments can be made in a political debate.”

Wilders has called for the banning of Islamic books while simultaneously arguing for his own personal freedom of speech, so he’s hardly what you’d call a free speech purist.

However, on 21 January 2009, a three judge court ordered prosecutors to try him. Their statement argued that "In a democratic system, hate speech is considered so serious that it is in the general interest to... draw a clear line" and that "The court also considers appropriate criminal prosecution for insulting Muslim worshippers because of comparisons between Islam and Nazism made by Wilders". If convicted, he may get 16 months of jail time and a fine of 9866.67 Euros.

Threats made by this man have recently prevented his film Fitna being shown in the House of Lords.

Whatever you think of the man and his message he is not only being censored by over mighty government here and abroad; he is under threat of imprisonment for stating his honest opinion. And all this in the middle of a war against the West being led by co-religionists of some of his harshest critics.If freedom of speech has a motto it must surely be; ‘I disapprove of what you say, but I will defend to the death your right to say it.’ It’s one of the things that make our culture and our country so good. Support him or learn more here.

It gets worse.
The heirs of Churchill and Atlee have decided that the legally elected Dutch MP Geert Wilders may not enter our country for fear that 'his words' will cause violence.
Something tells me it won't be any Dutchman causing violence when Fitna is shown.
It gets better.
There is a central blog for those who would support him, support freedom of speech, and freedom in general against the Islamist intimidation here.

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Some people seem to think that political Islam poses some kind of cultural and security threat to our country and the West in general.
The Anti-Islamist Coalition publicises the political, military and cultural effects which the religion of Peace is having on our civilisation. Read about their work here.

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