Culture of denial over Islam lets evil gain a foothold

Rita Panahi
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A protest against Egyptian President Abdel Fattah el-Sisi.

IF you listen to those in this country who promote the most cowardly brand of moral relativism imaginable, then Islam and its extremists are no worse than those of other religions.

That may have been true 500 years ago, but in the 21st century only one religion is at the centre of terror attacks around the world.

However, it’s not only global terrorism that demands Islamic introspection, but also the retrograde beliefs that subjugate women, condemn homosexuals to torture and death and validate attitudes that are abhorrent to the civilised world.

But no matter how many innocent people continue to be suppressed, brutalised or slaughtered in the name of Allah, there are those who refuse to accept the religion is in desperate need of reform.

In Australia the level of public debate has degenerated to such an extent that reasonable commentary pointing out indisputable facts about Islam’s many ills, and increasing victim count, is treated not just with just derision but a vicious, hyperbolic backlash.

Even a piece that repeatedly makes all the “not every Muslim” caveats is labelled racist, Islamophobic, inflammatory and destructive.

Never mind if it’s completely accurate and puts on the agenda important issues worthy of further discussion.

Alas, the left wing echo chamber, home to most of the members of the Australian media, is not a place tolerant of open discourse and critical thought.

Groupthink doesn’t engender intelligent debate and those who don’t fully subscribe to the increasingly warped world view of the ABC/Fairfax/SBS/Guardian/Crikey/New Matilda/Mamamia et al will be attacked, often with the most outrageous straw man arguments imaginable.

Of course News Corp Australia is not immune to such attitudes, but thankfully, diversity of thought is celebrated here and you’re as likely to find commentary from left wing columnists on these pages as you are conservative voices.

Sadly, that diversity is a rarity in an Australian media where a narrow band of ideologues dominate debate on key issues.

Those who breach the totalitarian PC code of the regressive left are met with a feral response.

Last week it was former prime minister Tony Abbott who bore the full force of a fierce backlash that was predictably high on hysteria and low on facts.

Abbott is an obvious target and no matter what he says he will be abused mercilessly; he could opine that the sky is blue and have the easily outraged, err, outraged.

The truth is Abbott’s column, published in the Herald Sun, echoed the sentiments of Egyptian president Abdel Fattah el-Sisi as well as other esteemed Muslim leaders around the world who acknowledge their faith is being used to perpetuate evil.

Speaking at the World Economic Forum early this year, President Sisi implored Muslims to reform their religion.

“The terrible terrorist attacks and this terrible image of Muslims led us to think we must stop and think and change the religious discourse and remove from it things that have led to violence and extremism,” he said.

“We Muslims need to modify this religious discourse … we need a new discourse that will be adapted to a new world.”

He was even stronger, calling for an Islamic Revolution, when he addressed Muslim clerics at a Cairo University this year.

“We are in need of a religious revolution. You imams are responsible before Allah,” he said.

“The entire world is waiting for your word because the Islamic world is being torn, it is being destroyed, it is being lost … by our own hands.”

Yet locally the culture of denial sees politicians and large swathes of the media adopt the vacuous argument that terrorism has no religion and terror attacks carried out around the world, whether by groups or “lone wolves”, are motiveless crimes.

Any discussion of Islamic extremism is frowned upon and discouraged. It’s the bigotry of low expectations that sees Catholicism’s faults rightfully condemned, but any similar criticism of Islam labelled hate-speech that plays into the hands of extremists inspiring further acts of violence.

If that is true then it only shows that far from being a religion of peace, Islam is in fact so intolerant that any disparagement, no matter how deserving, can lead to threats of violence.

The commentariat who dominate the media narrative may want to silence debate, but on this issue they are as hopelessly out of touch with the Australian public as they are on border protection.

It’s worth noting the biggest victims of Islam’s lack of progress are Muslims who suffer terribly, particularly in the Middle East.

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    Hello there……its me again………Don Laird

    ……….”We knew the world would not be the same. Few people laughed, few people cried, most people were silent. I remembered the line from the Hindu scripture, the Bhagavad-Gita. Vishnu is trying to persuade the Prince that he should do his duty and to impress him takes on his multi-armed form and says, “Now I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds.” I suppose we all thought that, one way or another.”

    — Robert Oppenheimer…………

    Lets begin…..

    Tonight I was doing what I have done since I can remember, what I will always do until I am done here on this earth; wandering.

    As strange as it may seem I enjoy wandering at night. To me there seems to be a sense of blindness and claustrophobia associated with daylight, a blindness and claustrophobia that gives way to euphoria as day turns to night and, staring into the starry blackness, one steps to the edge of eternity itself.

    Tonight I was a little above the 8000 foot mark, high in the snow covered mountains. Just a sliver of moon lit my way tonight as I sat in subzero temperatures, hands wrapped around a steaming cup of coffee, ears ringing with the thunderous silence, eyes cast toward obsidian hued heavens, searching those same star strewn heavens for a little providential grace, just a whisper was all I wanted. I didn’t get what I wanted, I got what I needed. All I got was silence.

    I thought for awhile.

    I thought about happiness. I have been thinking a lot about happiness lately, about what true happiness really is, about how it is we who, having the same within our grasp, conspire to obscure it, plot conceal it from ourselves, to destroy it, to make it elusive, when all the time it is there, at our fingertips, quietly waiting for each and every one of us.

    I think happiness, true happiness, is multi-faceted. True happiness begins with gratitude, simply a sense of gratitude, a genuine sense of gratitude for that which we have. To simply and honestly be grateful for all the good things in our lives, regardless of how small, regardless of how ordinary. I think that gratitude for what we have, that happiness, is tempered, is made complete with an equal absence of longing for that which we don’t have and an understanding of the difference between “want” and “need”.

    Happiness, true happiness, becomes a fait accompli when you lose your fear of death, lose your fear of dying. Not to be confused with a loss of love of life, or a desire to accelerate one’s departure, loss of one’s fear of death is simply a liberation from that which nags us all, as if to worry about this inevitable conclusion to all life is to avoid the same. Simply, it is the acceptance of the end of a journey and while looking back over ones shoulder, having little regret, then turning and looking into the distance, looking to the future. I am reminded of something I wrote after my mother passed away. I hadn’t seen her in 25 years and was informed of her death by telephone…….here’s an excerpt from my recollections in the weeks that followed her funeral…….

    ………….”Now, many years later, Mum and I are at Union Station again but our places have changed. I am older and she is young again. The years and scars she carried at her death have fallen away. She is long and lean, her dark hair cascades down over her shoulders and she is smiling with sparkling eyes. She kisses me on the cheek and brushes the hair from my forehead. She turns and walks away and for the first time in many years there is strength and purpose in her step. I call after her, “Mum!” she stops and looks back. “Wait!” I yell….I want to give her something for the journey but I have nothing so I shout “I love you Mum”…..she nods and smiles again. It is a smile of such love and radiance that I want to move towards her but am unable to. She waves then turns away and I watch her slowly fade into the distance. I am unable to join her as I have much to do and a lot of life yet to live. I have no regrets and bear no anger towards her and trust that she is well looked after. I am saddened by her passing and yet I have learned many lessons through the same. I think of her life and those troubled times. I wonder if she did all she was required to. I wonder if she let go without regret. The answers I am without are not ones without which I am troubled; I have my faith that all is well and going as planned……….

    -excerpt, “Time and Distance”

    Moving on…..

    I wish I hadn’t seen all that I have seen while pushing back against Islam………..I will never be the same, many of us will never be the same.

    I wish I hadn’t heard all that I have heard while pushing back against Islam…….I will never be the same, many of us will never be the same.

    My sincerest wish is that all of our efforts, each and every one of us, all we have lost, all we’ve become, all that we now are, that all of that, every single shining moment of time, every bead of sweat, every sleepless night, every hour of witness vigil, every friend and family, those long since gone, those that that drifted away, every innocence lost, every tirade cast toward the heavens, the sacred and profane…….every humble whispered thanks for providential grace, prayerful, head bowed in an hour of silent darkness…….that that, that all of that not be lost ‘neath the bootheel of ingratitude and indifference of the generations that will, as surely as the sun rises and sets, follow us.

    I am reminded of an opening paragraph of an essay I rattled out one day…… was called “Traitors Among Us”

    …….“I am in the fight.

    I am in the midst of the manifest lunacy of a 7th century murdering psychopath.

    I am with privilege, the privilege of generals and politicians, the privilege of being out of range.

    I watch hundreds of videos.

    I watch as the collection of the blackest lies ever told is raised high and called “the word of Allah”.

    I watch as dusky hued barbarians and savages scream their bloodlust oath of allegiance to a murdering coward. I watch as they, craftsmen in the art of death, ply their trade in every corner of this earth.

    I watch the bullets stir the cranial contents of the terrified and the innocent. I watch as blistered, fevered lips whisper words of desperate last moment prayers to the God they are soon to meet. I watch as the throats are cut and the arterial spray glistens in the sunlight. I watch the terrified eyes glaze over, the head comes away from the body of the innocent victim.

    The suicide-vest; a political statement, an unsophisticated mechanism of extortive leverage, the accoutrement of the lonely, the unloved, the dull-witted, the easily impressed, the barking mad, I watch as it detonates in a blinding flash and shower of razor sharp glass and shrapnel, as peace and quiet become chaos and death, multitudes borne away on rivers of blood and despair.

    Once again they see what should never be seen, once again they hear what should never be heard, I watch as tears of shame and anguish course down bruised cheeks, as nervous fingers fumble with handkerchiefs whilst those moments of agony, flooding back, torrential, tormenting, are relived once again, once again as the raped and the savaged tell their horrific stories of utter degradation, of humiliation and loss.

    I listen to the cries of orphans and widows as they beg us, beseech us not to turn away, not to abandon them, and I am moved. As my eyes fill with their anguish and my ears with their cries, I can smell the blood, I nearly wretch and choke at the stench of the rotting flesh; I am with them. Yet I am impotent in the face of their need, in the face of their loss, my hypocrisy, my betrayal, my cowardice know no bounds. I stand on the edge of an abyss of madness, blackest despair my sweetest companion, my solitary companion and my soul slowly slips away, all I have left is my pen and my paper.”……..

    -excerpt, Traitors Among Us
    -Don Laird

    So tonight, as with some rare nights, I have a little more than my pen and paper, just a little more, just enough.

    Tonight, I am thinking of all of you, each and every one of you and wishing, hoping, hope piled on hope that you can see the end of this fight, and if you can or if you can’t, that you are filled with a sense of promise and of peace and an understanding that you are not alone and that not only are you not alone but you are part of a grand design.

    I am reminded of a wise man’s words……….

    ……”When doubts haunt me and disappointments stare me in the face and I see not one ray of hope on the horizon, I turn to the Bhagavad Gita and find a verse to comfort me; I immediately begin to smile in the midst of overwhelming sorrow”…

    — Mahatma Gandhi

    As for me,

    Here is a paragraph of thanks I cobbled together one day, or night, I don’t recall…..

    …..Father, my Lord and Source, as unto others, so unto me, for as it is written, so shall it be, ask and ye shall receive, seek and ye shall find, stillness of heart and piece of mind. Amen……..


    I am nibbling on dark chocolate filled with roasted almonds and cranberries and sipping a very delicious Canadian Imperial Stout.

    So to each and every one of you; a little chocolate, a little beer, a little understanding and a little peace.

    And I am listening to this……………

    Don Laird
    Alberta, Canada

  2. And, as the elites of Western Civilization wait the dining tables of Morlocks as they continue to eat Eloi, Los Angeles just shut down all schools due to a terror threat …

  3. I wonder how many Paris massacres will the liberal idiots tolerate before they see the light?

    10, 100, 1000? I don’t think they will ever see the light. They would rather have hundreds or thousands of innocent people brutally killed by Muslims, then see that Islam is a disgusting ideology. It is not in their nature. These are also the sort of people who believe in Climate Change.

    In short, these are the type of people who have a mental disability that makes them suckers for the Big Lie.

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