Friday in Paris. A hidden camera shows streets blocked by huge crowds of Muslim worshippers and enforced by a private security force.
This is all illegal in France: the public worship, the blocked streets, and the private security. But the police have been ordered not to intervene.
It shows that even though some in the French government want to get tough with Muslims and ban the burqa, other parts of the French government continue to give Islam a privileged status.
An ordinary French citizen who has been watching the Islamization of Paris decided that the world needed to see what was happening to his city. He used a hidden camera to start posting videos on YouTube. His life has been threatened and so he uses the alias of “Maxime Lepante. ”
His camera shows that Muslims “are blocking the streets with barriers. They are praying on the ground. And the inhabitants of this district cannot leave their homes, nor go into their homes during those prayers.”
“The Muslims taking over those streets do not have any authorization. They do not go to the police headquarters, so it’s completely illegal,” he says.
The Muslims in the street have been granted unofficial rights that no Christian group is likely to get under France’s Laicite’, or secularism law.
“It says people have the right to share any belief they want, any religion,” Lepante explained. “But they have to practice at home or in the mosque, synagogues, churches and so on.”
Some say Muslims must pray in the street because they need a larger mosque. But Lepante has observed cars coming from other parts of Paris, and he believes it is a weekly display of growing Muslim power.
“They are coming there to show that they can take over some French streets to show that they can conquer a part of the French territory,” he said.
If France faces an Islamic future, a Russian author has already written about it. The novel is called “The Mosque of Notre Dame, 2048,” a bestseller in Russia, not in France.
French publisher Jean Robin said the French media ignored the book because it was politically incorrect.
“Islam is seen as the religion of the poor people, so you can’t say to the poor people, ‘You’re wrong,’ otherwise, you’re a fascist,” Robin explained.
The book lays out a dark future when France has become a Muslim nation, and the famous cathedral has been turned into a mosque.
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From the 1980s until recently, criticizing or opposing Islam was considered a social taboo, and so the government and media effectively helped Islam spread throughout France.
“We were expecting Islam to adapt to France and it is France adapting to Islam,” Robin said.
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Jean-Francois Cope, president of the Union for a Popular Movement political party, has a warning for the West and for America.
“We cannot accept the development of such practice because it’s not compatible with the life in a modern society, you see,” he said. “And this question is not only a French question. You will all have to face this challenge. “
It’s certainly understandable that a Russian would ‘get’ what Kosovo was all about. All the more so since Moscow today is 15% Muslim and this was the scene in the capital city earlier this month during the Uraza-Bairam holiday.
Now, it’s my understanding that so far there are only Serbian and French translations of the Russian book, but below is an excerpt which has been translated into English:
… It was cold standing on the balcony of the twentieth floor but he didn’t feel like going in to the warm, brightly lit rooms. Paris lay below him, silently sleeping, like always except during Ramadan when the fires in the streets flashed and fluctuated: believers admiring the view of the Seine with Al Fraconi Mosque, which was once Notre Dame, sat until dawn in the luxurious Monde Arabe restaurant, in Maxim’s or Procope….Luckily, Ramadan was over. Paris nights were unpopulated.
How pleasant the silence was and what a good thing he had chosen an apartment on a high floor, far above the ones where you couldn’t have a window looking out on the street.
He wasn’t sleepy; the few remaining hours were too precious. Soon the loudspeakers would be filled with the voices of muezzins, and the devil would set out on patrol through Paris to piss in the ears of believers insufficiently devout to get up for early morning prayers.
It’s what you deserve, Frenchmen; good God, didn’t you see it coming? Weren’t you the ones who shaped today with your very own hands? Now you live in what you have created because there is a God.
You didn’t know anything about the history of Serbia; you didn’t know anything about Kosovo. You didn’t know how the Serbs died gloriously on the battlefield of Kosovo Polje when the soldiers of Prince Lazarus, defending their cradle, stood on the path of the foul army of Sultan Murad. You didn’t know that Bayazit arrived like a mortal plague, and that the Muslim Albanians followed in his tracks.
Five hundred years under the Ottoman Empire! You didn’t know what a scourge the Ottoman Empire was; you didn’t know how much Serb blood was shed to vanquish it. And very few years after the Serbs returned to the banks of the Sitnica River, they were again expelled! Adolf Hitler was the new Bayazit; did you humane Europeans forget about him? Who among those of you that applauded the bombing of Belgrade [in 1999] so much as heard in school that it was none other than Hitler who toppled Serb Peter II and pushed Kosovo into the hands of Albanian Zog I as a gift? And the Albanians descended into Serbian lands like new Bayazits, like hyenas trailing the scent of blood, once again occupying the abandoned homes, once again reaping the crops sown in Serbian fields. And how many armies did Hitler and Mussolini have to keep there in order to make Kosovo Albanian? You Europeans, who make such a big deal of the fact that you founded the Second Front after it was long overdue, did you even bother to thank the Serbs because Draza Mihailovic’s Chetniks began their attack on Hitler’s supporters long before you? [Chetniks were the monarchist anti-Nazi and anti-Communist guerrillas.]
What inspired you to help the Albanians establish borders that had been drawn by Hitler; what convinced you to believe so easily the stupidest of lies about Serb bestialities?
Yes, obviously, the question is not “what” but “who”. You were poisoned; you were led around on a leash by the Muslim diaspora – and while you, mere toys in the hands of puppeteers, called yourself fighters for something called “human rights” and enlightened humanists – you were nothing more than traitors of Christian civilization.
Although you could still read Dostoevsky then; you could have remembered his verses. But today you’ve never heard of Dostoevsky. And it serves you right.
Milosevic was a mangy old wolf but you prodded him with red flags, forcing him to retreat over and over again. His soul bears the responsibility for the shameful peace of Dayton but even that was not enough for you. When he finally understood that there was no more room to retreat, war broke out.
Oh, how carefully your “peacekeepers” watched to make sure that no Serb dared raise his head! They saw to that but what they didn’t see in 1997 was what was happening under their very noses. And when the KLA snake hatched in their shadow and began to ethnically cleanse Kosovo, not fictionally this time but for real, you were blind, more than blind. Your television channels ran footage of Kosovo Albanians covering the coffins of their fallen comrades with a red flag with a black eagle, the thunder of the honorary gun salutes, the wild peonies swaying over freshly dug graves. While away from the cameras your “heroes” slaughtered Christian families, murdered teachers and priests. And when Milosevic tried to stop it, the bombs flew at Serbia.
Churches that existed for almost a thousand years were transformed into ruins under your bombs. Of course, they were not your holy shrines. But what makes you different then from the Afghan Talibans that blow up statues?
Milosevic betrayed the Serbs more than once and ultimately, the Serbs betrayed Milosevic. The twentieth century was a brutal one. To our parents who confronted the entire West, Milosevic looked like a paw one could afford to gnaw off in order to escape from bondage. Funny.
But your precious, super-civilized Albanians needed Kosovo for their drug trafficking. The amount of money involved was too big; the Serbs didn’t stand a chance.
And so peace came at last to the hub of European drug trafficking - Kosovo - when the last Serb was expelled or slaughtered, when the last Orthodox church was destroyed or desecrated. And then the peacekeepers left the region because they were no longer needed there.
But the poison was still brewing in the kettle, the filthy foam rose to the surface until it finally boiled over and contaminated the entire region. Bujanovac, Presevo and Medvedja followed the fate of Kosovo. [Bujanovac, Presevo and Medvedja are areas in southern Serbia that the Albanians have been eyeing and staging attacks in for some time, and for which a KLA extension exists, UCPMB.]
The Serbs were held back, always held in check. When Belgrade became the capital of Greater Albania, the European Union began to be afraid. And then it continued to grant out of fear what it had earlier given out of stupidity.
So now it is only just that Parisian women dress in [hijabs] - after their grandmothers swooned over roses on the graves of Kosovo Albanians on TV.
Slobodan Vukovic was fifty years old but he remembered the events of his childhood with unbelievable precision.
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It was their last Christmas in the house of his birth in Pristina. Later, they celebrated Easter in the same house but it was a war-time Easter, it was without joy. War. If one could even call bombs falling out of the sky and the presence of an unpunishable, invisible, inaccessible enemy a war.
There were other enemies, too, besides those who were sure that the day would come when there would be no more ethnic conflicts in Kosovo - after the last Serb left feet first.
He didn’t know, couldn’t remember, where and when his child’s eyes had seen the scene he remembered in the minutest detail: the nuns dressed in robes red with their own blood, their throats all slit, lying on the white ground among bits of shattered icons and the smashed doors of a church. Was the exact time and place really so important? There were so many such martyrs and such churches!