I was reading a long article at DM on the Tunisian beach massacre. In it a young (presumably) Carthaginian, still suffering legacy effects from the Third Punic War, set about methodically slaughtering European tourists. Witnesses report that the assailant was quite selective in target aquisition–almost as if he were making choices from the back of a church.
He was laughing and joking around, like a normal guy,’ said one witness. ‘He was choosing who to shoot. Some people, he was saying to them ‘you go away’. He was choosing tourists, British, French.’
So British and French people were targeted specifically, while others were encouraged to partir while the partiring was good. Interesting. Do you think that means the intent was to kill British guys like this?
Or British guys like these?
No, I don’t either. But intent remains only conjecture as I could find the word ‘racist’ nowhere in the article. Though, in total, 38 souls were returned to their maker by a muslim fanatic.
Below you will find the animating symbol of this attack:
And following is the number of national elected officials who have immediately called for its removal in the West:
From a political perspective, one may thus surmise that #NotAllLivesMatter. And that wouldn’t be unusual, as people’s radius of applicable stewardship is necessarily finite. For example, I largely absolve Laotian President Choummaly Sayasone of any responsibility for defending my life or its interests. The issue though becomes far more acute when his graceful indifference is actually exceeded by the very domestic politicians and apparatchiks under my own civic employ.
Here’s why that’s a problem.
And it’s a particularly egregious problem when French tourists don’t even need to leave home to have their decapitated heads mounted on a fence post.
The victim’s headless corpse was found next to the vehicle. A knife was also found close by. In an area outside the range of the surveillance camera, the head was attached to the fence framed by two flags with Islamic professions of faith.
So another “headless body in spotless car” headline huh? Well if any pols were interested, those French heads would tend to stay more firmly attached in the absence of Islamic professions of faith. Though is Hollande supposed to just peremptorily cease the ongoing invasion of his country just to save a few frogs? Not until the muslims start waving confederate flags he won’t.
Though returning to the red sands of Tunisia, the DM report included one expression of particular poignancy. A terrified twenty-two year-old survivor, Ellie Makin, reported from her hotel room…
We don’t want to stay in here. We just want to get home now, right now. I want to go home.
Home. Yes, it’s critical to our psychic health and general well-being to have one of those. I’m certain young Ms. Makin is a dutiful and tolerant liberal not yet sufficiently seasoned to logically expand on her sentiment. Though one day, at least subconsciously, she will.
Home is not just geography. Home is a place of comfort, safety, and familiarity. Of mutual trust and understanding. Of common past and shared future. Home is where children play without fear in a parent’s eyes. Home is where speaking honestly offends no shrill aliens. Home is what is passed from your father to your son. And most importantly, home belongs uniquely to you.
There are great swaths of her country now no more Ms. Makin’s home than the violent North African city she longs to escape. And when those swaths broaden to encompass everything, where will her daughter seek sanctuary upon saying…
I want to go home.