The handwriting had been on the wall for a long time with regard to Britain’s last few days, or to be entirely accurate, its recent nights.
The British once thought they could create a multicultural society on their beloved isle, allowing different cultures to live side by side, with each preserving its distinct characteristics, each living by its own rules, customs and traditions.
For the last three decades, the post-modern elites in the UK have encouraged their fellow citizens to feel onerous guilt for the hundreds of years of self-aggrandizing English colonialism and for the cruel exploitation of the indigenous peoples in the colonies.
Desiring to atone for past sins, the British opened the gates to their country almost unconditionally before Asian and African immigrants from the places that had once been under British rule. That is what brought millions of people from India, Yemen, Kenya, Tanzania, Somalia and other countries to Her Majesty’s shores.
However, in contrast to naive and romantic theories, most of those immigrants have not turned into Brits.
The older generation of immigrants, although not integrated socially, do retain sense of gratitude towards British society for granting them shelter, a roof over their heads, food, work and healthcare. They are, for the most part, tranquil and accepting. Vivid memories of the problems plaguing their countries of origin turn the poverty stricken suburbs of London and Liverpool into veritable Gardens of Eden for them.
The problems begin with their children, those offspring that are British-born. They have completed British schools where they were taught that all citizens are entitled to equal rights. Their English is flawless. But when they go out to seek employment, they discover that their dark skin color is a barrier to obtaining work commensurate with their talents. If, as luck would have it, they are named Mohammed or Mustafa, another barrier rises before them—the religious one.
The issue is exacerbated when they try to join the local club, and gets even worse when they discover that British girls are not particularly happy to have them as a boyfriend or life mate. Once several unsuccessful years of attempting to open the doors to British society have gone by, these immigrant sons discover that their homeland – and to their mind there is no other- simply does not want them, yet their parents’ home doesn’t suit either, because they are the product of British education and culture, while in their parents’ home the spoken language is still Arabic, Urdu or Swahili. Vain hopes to be accepted as British lead to frustration and 
British society is looking in the mirror these days and asking itself “Where am I headed?” Should we be doing the same?
anger and they are furious to see their dream of climbing up the social ladder dashed on the rocks of reality.
Muslim immigrant sons can look for someone who will hug them close and provide an accepting social milieu, and will find it in their local mosque. The Imam there welcomes everyone with a smile, and if necessary, with a warm bowl of soup.
Coming closer to Islam is an eye opener for these young men, who begin to see British sexual permissiveness, consumerism and racism with a jaundiced eye, developing an active hatred for the society around them and a desire to “burn the club” that rejected them.
In some extreme instances, they become jihadists and go out to battle the heretics in Afghanistan, Iraq or “Palestine”. Remember the terrorist attack in Mike’s Place in Tel Aviv at the end of April 2003? Two British citizens of Pakistani origin did it and other Pakistanis committed the July 2007 terror attacks in London.
British society is looking in the mirror these days and asking itself “Where am I headed?”
Is Britain going to be conquered by the descendants of those peoples she once controlled, or is she going to decide to save herself by sending them back whence they came? There is no third possibility extant.
Democratic societies tend to be too weak to make difficult decisions of this nature. They generally relegate them to their unconscious and bury their heads in the sand so as not to see the horns of the dilemma with which they are confronted.
When this weakness gets a stranglehold on the judicial and political systems in a democracy, it leads that society into a dark swamp of self destruction, just as the pied piper of Hamelin led his followers to the river to drown.
In principle, Israel is no different from Britain. Israel is also facing the worrisome problem of thousands of hungry, unemployed African infiltrators and illegal foreign workers, who put a strain on health and welfare services, are involved in crime and undeclared work, while receiving aid from all types of people and NGO’s. What to do about it is a source of heated controversy.
Israel will face the same problems as Britain when infiltrators from Eritrea, Sudan and other contries start burning fires in the streets of Tel Aviv, Arad, Beer Sheva, Dimona, Yerucham, Ashkelon and Ashdod.
Like Britain, Israel has to choose the side of the equation on which it wants to be: the side that is determined to survive, that succeeds in ridding itself of the foreign entities that threaten to destroy Israeli society from within—or the weak side, devoured by those who have invaded its innards
London may not be waiting for us, but we are awaiting its fate.