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There are those in the Counter-Jihad community who would rather the community didn’t exist. They would rather the problem didn’t exist, and that they could be seen as nice, polite, and socially liberal (as many actually are). They would rather the millions of Islamists had never arrived onto European and American soil in the first place and that the twin towers were still dominant over the New York skyline.

Still more in this community wish the problem could be solved quickly and easily, so that they could get back to a normal life – one in which they could focus on little things like relationships, movies, sex and music.

Only a tiny fraction of the community are glad that this struggle has been forced onto us. These people are those who relish a fight and are bored when a fight is not available.

The first two sections of the community are being let down most by our leaders. Every day, with every new Muslim footprint on Western soil, the possibility of a civilised solution within our lifetime is made more distant.

Whatever the future holds, the fact is that millions of people now exist in the West who want to get rid of all that is native within it. Millions more Westerners would relish a fight with these people. It is those who stand between the two who are the greatest victims of Jihad.

Those of us who are old enough to remember Western culture before the 9/11 attacks will be sadder than most about the way things are progressing. I still recall the calm, optimistic, cosmopolitan decade of the nineties, in which every part of humanity seemed to be evolving at a similar rate. Prejudice and hatred were very much pushed to the background. Every girl wanted to be Rachel Green and every boy, Chandler Bing; two pleasant and harmless manifestations of modern life who inhabited a completely apolitical universe. Coffee shops began springing up everywhere. Londoners strove to become more like New Yorkers. Even Parisians were (briefly) Americanised. The movies of the period were great too. Pulp Fiction – a cinematic stew of everything kitsch – hit the box office and became an instant classic and cultural landmark.

Music evolved at a thrilling pace. Radiohead’s OK Computer defined an era of new possibilities; one in which modernity was beginning to feel confident in letting go of the bad bits of the past…..

That pleasant ideal died in the most horrible way imaginable. It’s worth recalling the details even when they are so well known to us. Four planes were hijacked by Islamists and three of them deliberately crashed into buildings killing thousands. In Rachel Green’s city, the cafes and fashion houses were dwarfed by a wall of smoke. The NY apartment blocks, similar to those in which the “Friends” characters lived, were made small beneath a bulging cloud of dust.

The decade since that unforgivable crime was very different to the decade before it. In London as well as in New York the mood of optimism steadily eroded. Strangers seemed strange again. Everyone became more political. People who we thought we knew began to hate our own civilisation. People who we didn’t know began to threaten us from afar for things we didn’t know we were guilty of.

I still retain a hope that the serene optimism of the nineties can be restored, but perhaps that’s just naive.

But with every year that passes in which our governments ignore that Islam (not just Islamism) is an issue to be addressed, we grow farther away from a time in which it seemed that humanity might at last be reaching a state of unity and understanding.