We’ve all seen clips of migrants invading Europe. A recent one disturbed me a great deal. It showed hundreds of Africans storming into the Spanish enclave of Ceuta. They scaled an 18 foot fence and attacked the border guards with feces and quicklime, a corrosive substance. Twenty guards had to be hospitalized for their injuries. Meanwhile, the Africans celebrated in their distinctly animalistic fashion, shouting “Boza, Boza!” meaning “victory.”
Their jubilation was in stark contrast to the grim portent the arrival of this horde spelled for Spaniards. In the mid-2000’s, I lived in southern Spain. It was a very nice place back then. People would have big lunches with their families and then a siesta before returning to work in late afternoon. On Sundays, almost everything was closed except for restaurants. It bothered me to observe Nigerians dealing drugs in Madrid, but most of Spain was very Spanish. That was a great thing.
A black person was quite a rare sight. For someone who had grown up in a half black area, their absence was conspicuous and pleasant. I don’t profess to know the average Spaniard’s views on racial issues. In a homogeneous environment like that it’s not generally a subject of discussion. I certainly never brought it up. I’d suspect that a total lack of experience in dealing with Africans would underlie most Spanish thinking on migration.
A few years prior to coming to Spain, I’d read Pat Buchanan’s darkly prescient book The Death of the West. In southern Spain, one could have taken a look around and then dismissed it as fear-mongering. However, in many other European locales that was not the case. For instance, London wasn’t nearly as far gone as it is today, but you could already see the future taking shape. Even then, you could flip on the TV and watch young Algerians set the streets of France alight for what seemed like a month.
It was only when I’d go to Morocco that it was readily apparent Spain wouldn’t be spared the calamity described by Buchanan. On the ferry ride over from Algeciras to Ceuta, I couldn’t help but be disturbed by the sight of a large white Mosque at the tip of the British territory of Gibraltar. It was a glaring symbol of conquest paid for by the Saudis. When I visited and inquired to a tour guide why exactly they acquiesced to its construction, he told me the Brits were “proud of our mosque.”
Once in Ceuta, we’d make the crossing into Morocco. The border area was a trash strewn wasteland with decrepit Arabs lurking in wait for an opening to dash past the guards. It was a charming sight in comparison to the sustained African attack that embattled outpost is now under.
It became readily apparent that trip to a Spanish beach was a much more 1st world and relaxing experience than venturing down into the North African desert. A favorite destination was the resort town of Málaga. Even though I was familiar with ominous literature such as The Camp of the Saints, while relaxing on the beach I never once thought to myself that this place would be subjected to amphibious African assaults. Now, that’s precisely what’s happening.
We can be assured that the situation will continue to deteriorate. The new Leftist government under Prime Minister Pedro Sanchez has acknowledged its new role as the primary locus of African migration into the EU, now that Italy has come to its senses. Expensive measures to facilitate a tidal wave of invaders include a 30 million euro emergency plan to accommodate seaborne migration.
Here’s an incident that speaks volumes about the government’s priorities: last month, the “rescue” ship Aquarius attempted to disgorge its contents of over 600 African “children” in Italy. Matteo Salvani, Italy’s Interior Minister, wasn’t having any of it. So, Sanchez volunteered to take them. In order to house them, students in the La Florida dormitory in Valencia were kicked out of their 750 euro per month rooms on just 24 hours’ notice.
The EU is offering a paltry subsidy of 6,000 euros per migrant, a fraction of what they cost. There’s no way the Spanish taxpayer can shoulder this burden. If hyper-productive, mercantilist Germany (the vendor-financier of Southern Europe) cannot afford its migrants, then it’s easy to see how an influx could precipitate a fiscal crisis in relatively short order. Spain has very serious problems. For instance, youth unemployment was roughly 34% as of May 2018. One would require a book to adequately document them all, but the point is that Spain cannot afford itself, let alone a chunk of Africa.
It’s worth noting that PM Sanchez has responded to the existential threat to his country in other forward-thinking ways. Most notably, he’s seeking to remove the tomb of General Francisco Franco from the Valley of the Fallen, the memorial to the Spanish Civil War. This push reveals a strong element of projection on the part of Sanchez. The last time Spain was gripped by an insanity that threatened its very existence, heroes like Franco had to step in and put down lunatics like himself.
Ultimately, I don’t fear that Spain will turn into Africa. It’s just so sad that the problems these people bring are only appreciated by a majority of locals after they’ve already been imported. Then, as we’re beginning to see in Italy and eventually the EU as a whole, hearts harden and borders close. Eventually, the ugly process of physical removal will begin because necessity dictates it must happen. How ugly that gets is a matter of how quickly the floodgate into a particular country can be shut off. I wish Spain could just skip the rape, murder, mayhem, and fiscal ruin part of that process. However, that’s something only the Visegrád Group has been able to accomplish.