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In our consideration of Islamic crime in Britain, we must never forget our geography. To maintain the right perspective, we must never forget how distant this island is from the hell-holes of Islam and how unnatural it is that women are beheaded in Enfield, raped in Rotherham and blown up in Edgware in its name. All this blood flows from a single wound; a single mistake, the making of which was unnatural and recent.

The idea that Muslim commonwealth citizens were assimilable into Western, or even British society was a fancy of our elders. It was considered radical even then, when history lay dormant like a sleeping leviathan and a peaceable weakness sedated the whole Islamic region.

For over a thousand years, there was no Muslim influence on Britain outside of foreign policy. Common folk were happily ignorant of sharia law and of the increasingly fatal divide between Sunni and Shia. It took the concussion of the Second World War to make our elites dizzy enough to change this. The mistake was made indigenously; the seedlings of rapists and murderers were patted down by native hands.

Recognising how recently this mistake was made, and how radical and strange the decision was to make it, allows for clearer thinking. It allows for the person reflecting to realise that this country is not bound by any moral law to accept the consequences of it without comment, or without the right to reverse its decision.

When I talk of deportation, the echoes that sound in your imagination deceive you. My suggestion has nothing to do with the spirit of Nazism, Stalinism or Aminism. It is not the excess but the right of a country, over 3000 years in age, to admit a recent mistake and seek to reverse it.

England was wrong to admit Muslims. It was an action allowed by an ignorance of history and a moral naivety rooted in that same ignorance. England (or at least that generation of command) wronged also those Muslims it allowed to settle. They are different kinds of human, with different ways of eating, praying and thinking, and they cannot simply be ordered by their importers to change their nature or adapt it to something incompatible with the prejudice of their hearts. The anxieties they and we feel are inevitable and will only grow stronger with time.

This isn’t a bomb that needs to go off. It can be defused (if we try) by a negotiated settlement. But to start that negotiation, the kafir peoples of this country must first make clear that nothing is irreversible, that the abuses of Hitler will not dictate the moral decisions of the present, and – most essentially – that Britain is under no moral obligation to kill itself trying to swallow what it cannot digest.

We don’t have to take this. Nor – for that matter – does France, Germany, India, Israel, Russia, Micronesia or Haiti. All countries make mistakes, but as long as these countries can admit (in a tone free of vitriol) “We were wrong and we want to become right again…” they should be listened to.

This isn’t (for the millionth time) a racist thing. I live in the south of London, a city of Africans, Chinese, Jews and a million other beautiful differences. I personally adore living in a cosmopolitan society like this. If the claims of racism were true, house prices would be higher in Cumbria and Cardiff than Hackney and Tottenham. They’re not though, and for good reason.

Only one minority is actively screwing things up here. Only one minority (and its misbehaviour) keeps the BNP and National Front in money and members.

And so, in place of the manifestos, militant phrases and hateful noises that too often cloud this debate, let’s offer instead a crystalline honesty: We have made a mistake. We are sorry we made it. But we want to make things better. And never let it be said we don’t have the right to make it better.