Wednesday, February 14, 2007

"Camp of the Saints" Nears Reality

Camp of the Saints is a novel I read a couple of years ago. Originally written in 1973 by Frenchman Raspail, it presents a frightening and omniscient view of the Europe we see today. What does a civilization poisoned by political correctness, multiculturalism and altruism do when thousands of third world immigrants arrive by boats on their shores. I am not talking about a few thousand, but hundreds of thousands in a flotilla of derelict ships. If you have not read Camp of the Saints I highly recommend it. Here is an excellent synopsis of it by John O'Sullivan at Highbeam. Some highlights:

Raspail is a distinguished French author whose novel, The Camp of the Saints, was published in 1973. (The English translation has been recently republished by the Social Contract Press of Petoskey, Michigan.) Set at some point in 1973's future (about now, in fact), it tells how the impoverished Calcutta masses spontaneously board rusty old freighters and sail off to find the earthly paradise of Western Europe-more precisely, the Cote d'Azur. As their long voyage drags out, the Western powers, in particular the French government, anxiously debate how to keep them at bay-in vain, because the huddled masses on the leaky tubs are wielding the one weapon against which the West is defenseless: its own sense of common humanity. Only a handful of Frenchmen (including a naturalized Indian from the former French colony of Pondicherry) have the ruthlessness to defend France and Western civilization by firing on the unarmed Indians and their local hippie fellow-travelers. The political, cultural, religious, and media elites comfort themselves with universalistic slogans ("We're all from the Ganges now"). Ordinary Frenchmen swallow these placebos complacently until the truth dawns; and when it is too late to halt the inflow, they flee inland. The Calcutta masses arrive, sweep all before them, and eradicate the "Camp of the Saints" where a few armed resisters have gathered. These perish, gaily singing "Je ne regrette rien" as they are bombed by the new collaborationist government's planes as well as overwhelmed by the alien horde. At the end of the novel, France and the West have succumbed to a kind of ethnic Marxism in which "anti-racism" is the governing ideology and a multicultural society wallows in a combination of Soviet inefficiency and Eastern fatalism.

Raspail's novel got what are politely described as mixed reviews. The New York Times gave it two dissections, the first comparing it to a "perfervid racist diatribe" and dismissing it as "bilge," the second giving a slightly more measured verdict ("preposterous," "banal," etc.). Other hostile notices were "a fascist fantasy . . . a disgusting book" (Newsday) and "a psychotic fantasy" and "a dull and stupid book" (Providence Journal). The friendlier reviews generally saw it not as a realistic novel, but as a nightmare of symbolism and a novel of ideas: e.g., "a terrifying nightmare and a sedulous polemic" (Louisville Courier-Journal). But even many of the friendly reviewers were troubled by the thought that Raspail's vision, however profound, was tainted by racism.


Above all, the Third World invasions in The March and The Camp were supposed to threaten the privileges and comforts of the rich. The poor might suffer incidentally, but it would be the rich who would be satisfactorily humbled and cast down. Yet exactly the opposite has happened: The rich are the principal, maybe the only, Western beneficiaries of Third World migration-both practically and psychologically. They get amenable Third World maids, gardeners, and nannies for their homes; hardworking agricultural workers, computer programmers, and factory hands for their industries; and attractively exotic escorts for their leisure hours-all far more cheaply than the often tiresome and difficult domestic versions.

Psychologically, Western elites have more or less emancipated themselves from nationalist or cultural concepts such as American patriotism or Western identity. Today, corporate multiculturalism is the philosophy that unites liberal and conservative elites-and, no less important, separates them from the hard-hat patriotism of the people. Indeed, the elites increasingly find the expression of such traditional loyalties embarrassing, alien (paradoxically), irrational, economically misleading, and even symptomatic of bigotry, xenophobia, and nativism. As citizens of an increasingly borderless world, they have outgrown such concepts as nationhood and national sovereignty, and they worry about the threat to liberty posed by those who still embrace these concepts.

The arrival of ever more migrants thus serves several purposes: It reduces the weight and influence of the middle- American masses in politics and culture; it makes multiculturalism seem less a matter of choice than of inevitable adaptation; and it fosters a society that, because it is divided ethnically and culturally, requires a political elite to manage it. And here The Camp was extremely prophetic, because the real villain in Raspail's book is not the "Last Chance Armada" of the Calcutta poor, but rather what Raspail calls "The Beast"-what Tom Bethell and Joseph Sobran call "The Hive"-namely, the vast retinue of progressive opinion-mongers in politics, journalism, religion, and other institutions, who, without being organized in any way, invariably come up with the same slogans, analyses, condemnations, and programs to advance the suicide of the West. This Beast/Hive seeks, first, to explain away any apparently threatening aspect of the coming invasion; for instance, it suppresses the news that the refugees might themselves be motivated by racism or xenophobia. Second, it instinctively loosens any bonds of social solidarity that might strengthen France and enable it to resist; thus, all expressions of doubt about the advantages of the invasion are ascribed to racism, xenophobia, and so on. The French are essentially made ashamed of their Frenchness, as a prelude to imposing on them a new identity. If this sounds grim, it is not. What makes The Camp such a funny book is the sardonic portrayal of progressive priests, bien-pensant liberal journalists, fatuous "peace" campaigners, and pious frauds of every kind as they fall over themselves to welcome the invasion.

I bring this up because today there was an article at the BBC about a really large ship whose cargo was hundreds of wretched refugees, almost all Muslims, that was redirected to Mauritania. Morocco is at the top of Africa, directly across from Spain. Mauritania is west of Morroco and just below it. While Europe was able to divert this load, the ships are becoming bigger and more frequent. Camp of the Saints is coming true right before our eyes as Western Civilization is crushed by aggressive refugees who will never assimilate. Nay, it is us who will be assimilated.

Migrant ship docks in Mauritania

The ship's engine failed in international waters (Photo: IOM)Hundreds of Asian and African migrants have disembarked from their ship in the Mauritanian port of Nouadhibou, after being stranded at sea for a week.
The stricken vessel was given clearance to dock after Spain, the migrants' intended destination, agreed to pay for their medical treatment and travel.
Doctors were despatched to the Marine 1 while it was still at sea, amid concern for the migrants' well-being.
Some 40 of the about 400 migrants are in poor health, the Red Cross says.
The ship broke down in international waters last week and was towed close to shore by a Spanish boat.
Since then, it had since been waiting for clearance to dock, with Mauritania insisting that medical facilities had to be ready first.
Identity checks
Under the terms of the agreement, the sick and vulnerable were to be treated in Mauritania, while Spain would arrange the repatriation of the rest of the migrants from Asia and Africa.....


1 comment:

Anonymous said...

A foretaste of what the future may bring.
And how would the EU deal with it?
This is one nightmare that has haunted me since reading "Future Shock" decades ago.
And hasn't there been promises of the conquest of the West through the wombs of the hostile believers?