Her name? Deeyah.Born in Norway and driven to move to London by reactionary Muslims in Norway.
Posted on 04/16/2006 10:52:18 AM PDT by UnklGene
If you can't join 'em, beat 'em -
Letting Muslims out of the melting pot is the western world's recipe for disaster
Mark Steyn - April 10, 2006
I used to date a Muslim gal. Don't think I've ever mentioned that before. I was going to, once. It was a year or so after September 11, and the editor of the National Post was noting that some Muslim lobby group had just given me the Islamophobe-of-the-Month award for the umpteenth time. I was under the misapprehension that, if you win six months in a row, you get the Lincoln Town Car and two weeks in St. Lucia, but my boss seemed to think it less of an occasion for congratulation.
"I'm not Islamophobic," I protested. "I've dated Muslim women. I'm very partial," I added, lapsing into a modified bit of Brit vernacular, "to Islamototty."
"Under no circumstances are you to say that in print," he said sternly. ("Totty" is Britspeak for "hot babe" or "hot babes." The form can indicate singular or plural, as in "I went to a party at this duke's pad. Talk about your posh totty." Would have been nice in Austin Powers, but it may postdate Austin's sixties' heyday.)
Anyway, the babe in question was Iranian, and so hot that, when she curled up on the Persian carpet, I worried it would combust. But I digress. Her family had been forced to flee when the Shah fell, and so she was part of that vast Iranian diaspora one meets in Paris and London and Los Angeles, and even Toronto. I won't mention her name, as I Googled her up and discovered she's now at a broadcasting network somewhere in the general vicinity of the Middle East. I would like to be able to report a heartwarming story of our love triumphing over the odds, like an update of Abie's Irish Rose--the Jewish-boy-meets-Catholic-girl play that was Broadway's longest-running hit of the 1920s. But the odd thing is, looking back, I can't recall a single conversation we had about Islam. We talked about the Shah and, in political terms, the Ayatollahs, and, in cultural terms, about the food and literature and so forth. But I can't say I gave a single thought to her religion, any more than I did, at that time, to my own. Insofar as we had any tribal allegiance, it was to the rootless cosmopolitan media world in which we hoped to make our fortunes.
She was a residually observant Muslim, in the way that there are many Anglicans who go to church at Christmas and Easter and would still wish their children to be Christened and eventually married in church. Which makes her much more of a "moderate Muslim" than, say, Dr. Wafa Sultan, the Syrian-American psychiatrist from Los Angeles who, at great personal risk, took on some A-list Sunni scholar live on Al Jazeera the other week. Dr. Sultan was on splendid form, booting every one of Professor Jihad's points into touch, scoffing at the rationale behind the many Muslim "grievances," pointing out the backwardness and misery and oppression that attend the advance of Islam. But political debate isn't Wimbledon: it's possible to win every point and still lose the match. Here is the crucial exchange in that Al Jazeera interview:
Wafa Sultan: I am not a Christian, a Muslim, or a Jew. I am a secular human being . . .
Dr. Ibrahim Al-Khouli: Are you a heretic?
Wafa Sultan: You can say whatever you like. I am a secular human being who does not believe in the supernatural . . .
Dr. Ibrahim Al-Khouli: If you are a heretic, there is no point in rebuking you, since you have blasphemed against Islam, the Prophet, and the Koran . . .
Wafa Sultan: These are personal matters that do not concern you.
Anyone hoping that Dr. Sultan's innumerable aces against Dr. Al-Khouli will persuade large numbers of fair-minded viewers is deluding themselves. Her very effectiveness, indeed, makes his point--that "modernity" (in the western sense) is incompatible with Islam. She is a sharp intelligent informed rational woman--and she is no longer Muslim. And, invited to choose between a blustering old fraud like Al-Khouli and an apostate, almost all Al Jazeera's viewers will stick with the former. It's the same with Irshad Manji: her arguments would trump everything except her lesbianism.
Dr. Sultan, Miss Manji, Salman Rushdie and many others are hobbled in the broader struggle because they confirm what many Muslims suspect--that a "moderate" Muslim is by definition an ex-Muslim. To choose western values is to lose your God.
In that sense, Muslim "reform" has already taken place. The relatively relaxed forms of Islam practised by millions from Indonesia to Uzbekistan to the Balkans have gradually given way to a harder fiercer version promoted by the radicals. I suspect, for example, that latterday equivalents of me and my Iranian hottie have a harder time of it today than even a decade ago. I'm never quite up to speed on cultural trends so, when I responded to my editor by bragging about the Islamototty in my little black book, I was thinking vaguely of the day before yesterday, when one demonstrated how cool one was with racial differences by dating Diahann Carroll (as David Frost did) or Marsha Hunt (as Mick Jagger did) or Lena Horne (as Lennie Hayton did). "Take a pinch of white man/Wrap him up in black skin," as Blue Mink sang in their 1970 hit "Melting Pot," which was nothing if not inclusive:
". . . Add a touch of blue blood And a little bitty bit of red Indian boy Oh like a curly Latin kinkies Oh Lordy, Lordy, mixed with yellow Chinkies, yeah You know you lump it all together And you got a recipeeeee For a get-along scene Oh what a beautiful dream . . ."
The upshot being:
"What we need is a great big Melting Pot Big enough to take the world and all it's got Keep it stirring for a hundred years or more And turn out coffee-coloured people by the score."
That was the multicultural ideal back in the seventies, and it was nothing if not ambitious:
"We should all get together in a lovin' machine I think I'll call up the Queen."
I heard it on the radio for the first time in years the other day and, though I'd clean forgotten the second chorus, it turns out the inclusivity doesn't stop at melanin:
"Rabbis and the friars Vishnus and the gurus We got the Beatles or the Sun God Well it really doesn't matter what religion you choose . . ."
Ah, but apparently it does. You've got more chance of getting the Queen into that lovin' machine than certain other parties. There was I thinking that me and my Shia gal might give me a soupçon of the progressive bona fides of Jack Layton and Olivia Chow, but, au contraire, my defence against alleged "Islamophobia" would have been taken as confirmation of it. For by dating a Muslim woman I was demonstrating my "disrespect" for Islam--Muslim men feeling the same way about me showing up to take their daughters to the prom as your average Boer farmer would feel about one of the kaffirs.
The internalization by the wider society of this awkward truth marks a significant evolution in multicultural theory. You may recall a pertinent detail during the bogus controversy over "torture" at Guantanamo Bay: U.S. guards are under instructions to handle copies of the Koran only when wearing gloves. The reason for this is that the detainees regard infidels as "unclean."
But it's one thing for the Islamists to think infidels are unclean, quite another for the infidels to agree with them--and, by doing so, to validate their bigotry. Far from being tortured, the prisoners are being handled literally with kid gloves (or simulated kid-effect gloves). It's not just unbecoming to buy in to Muslim psychoses; in the end, it's self-destructive. It concedes that the "melting pot," either in the Teddy Roosevelt or Blue Mink sense, cannot extend to one of the strongest demographic groups in society, and that they therefore have the right to self-segregate.
The difference between race and religion is that the former is not changeable (unless you're prepared to go the Michael Jackson route) and the latter is. But how much choice in practice does a Muslim have? I don't mean only the daughters, the victims of ever more "honour killings" in the western world for ill-advised forays into integration. Consider the case of Abdul Rahman, an Afghan man who converted to Christianity 16 years ago while working in Germany. He's currently on trial in Kabul for "rejecting Islam" and the prosecutor is seeking the death penalty. The case would not even be notable were it not for the fact that this is a rare occasion when a man accused of conversion has refused to back down.
Muslims believe Islam is a religion you can convert to but not from. But America and its allies cannot endorse that: we cannot expend blood and treasure to rebuild a society in which citizens are executed because they leave the Muslim faith. If Islam is not a two-way street in the jostling market of religion, as Catholicism and Mormonism are, then it denies any possibility of a melting pot. That's a problem not for Kabul so much as for Copenhagen and Marseilles and Toronto.
Ping!
Islam is garbage.
In America it's Islamobabe.
I guess getting to first base with an Islamobabe is getting their veil off....:)
Mark ... you left out Kings Point, Long Island, NY.
"But it's one thing for the Islamists to think infidels are unclean, quite another for the infidels to agree with them--and, by doing so, to validate their bigotry. It's not just unbecoming to buy in to Muslim psychoses; in the end, it's self-destructive."
Bump for truth.
This is enforced by the true meaning of Terror which has roots in the bloody French Revolution. There will be no moderate Islam until they are as afraid of us as they are of the Moslim enforcers.
That may come to pass if Iran's promised terrorist sleeper cells act out (in the US) as we dismantle Iran's nuke program. The masses of Moslims, good and bad alike, will have good reason to be afraid. And it is unfortunate that we haven't shown them so before.
That's what it boils down to.
Any extremist religion is garbage. Unfortunately extremist religion is NOT limited to Islam. I wish it were.
Her name? Deeyah.Born in Norway and driven to move to London by reactionary Muslims in Norway.
So lets see, extremist Christians you got your Amish who forsake technology and bake yummy pies.
And your extremist Jews who go to work on a Kibbutz, turn a pile of sand to a garden and raise oranges the size of basketballs.
Then you got your extremist islams who blow themselves up at weddings and crash hijacked planes into skyscrapers.
Like I said, islam is garbage. Its the worst garbage. One cannot equivocate the cult of islam with other religions.
Y'know what's kind of funny about Islamobabes and Islamic women in general?
I've traveled to a number of Muslim countries, some of them moderate such as Turkey, Dubai and Malaysia. One thing I noticed about the women who wear the headscarf in those places is that they are almost always the ugly, fat or flat-chested sled dogs. Good looking Muslim women don't want to cover up!
In countries where wearing the headscarf is not mandatory,
I never once saw a good looking woman with a headscarf.
Kind of funny how that works.
The scarf is supposed to make one modest. But the bestial ass-faced women who wear them have absolutely NOTHING to be modest about. Further proof that everything about islam is a fraud.
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http://www.owlnet.rice.edu/~reli291/Jonestown/Jonestown.html
In 1978, 913 followers of Jim Jones and the Peoples Temple committed a mass suicide in northern Guyana at a site called, Jonestown. The charismatic leader of Jonestown, was Jim Jones, a preacher who set up the Peoples Temple in San Francisco and ultimately moved his followers to a more clandestine site in Guyana.
While Jones was preaching in San Francisco, he helped out many local and even national campaigns and was seen as a healer which much power in the community. However, once he had all of his members in Jonestown, his personality changed.
Away from the constraints of American soil, Jonestown and its members became very cultish. Jones heightened regulations on his followers and their engagement to the sect. Eventually, Jones began to claim his true divinity. "Jones, for example now claimed to be the reincarnation of Jesus, as well as Ikhnaton, Buddha, Lenin, and Father Divine."(Galanter, 1989)
Paranoia and complete control became Jones' personality, once he obtained such a close knit group. Jones began to stage rehearsals of his eventual mass suicide plan that he would eventually enact. These drills, called "white nights" began with sirens going off in the middle of the night and none of the members of Jonestown would know if it was real or not.
"A mass meeting would ensue... we would be told that the jungle was swarming with mercenaries... we were given a small glass of red liquid to drink. We were told that the liquid contained poison and that we would die within 45 minutes. We all did as we were told."(Galanter, 1989>
>>I guess getting to first base with an Islamobabe is getting their veil off....:)
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This is not exactly on point, but in India, it is generally accepted that "Love means never having to wear your sari."
Okay. I'm sorry.
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