Thursday, May 9, 2013

The Horror of Female Genital Mutilation in the UK

This is the most disturbing article I have read in a while and I've read a lot about FGM and posted articles about it from time to time.

Britain, home of the Magna Carta, the birthplace of Churchill and Thatcher is now the leader in something other than democracy and freedom.

It is the European capital of female genital mutilation. What an honour! Where are the cries of "we're number one"?

Soeren Kern explains:

"Britain has the highest levels of FGM in Europe. According to a government-funded study published in 2007, at least 66,000 women and girls in Britain have had the procedure performed on them, and more than 20,000 girls under the age of 15 are currently at risk."

"These figures, however, may be only the tip of the iceberg."

"A 2011 Department of Health policy paper warns that "it is possible that, due to population growth and immigration from practicing countries…FGM is significantly more prevalent than these figures suggest."
FGM is thought to be common in Britain among immigrant groups from Egypt, Eritrea, Ethiopia, Gambia, Indonesia, Iraq, Kenya, Kurdistan, Liberia, Mali, Nigeria, Northern Sudan, Pakistan, Sierra Leone, Somalia and Yemen."

The Britain of yore is dead. It has been overwhelmed and cannot recover. The demographics are irreversible.

The most horrific part of this article, other than the sheer magnitude of the problem and the despicable willful blindness about it, is the following:

"In Bristol, a city in southwest England with a sizeable immigrant community, it is believed that some 2,000 girls are at risk of "FGM parties." According to the BBC, "They cut them all together, as a group, because it is cheaper and quicker that way. At first the girls are all excited because it's a party, until they realize what is going to happen, and then they get frightened. It's done by the elder women, or the Imam, whoever is expert at cutting."

Did you catch that?

"At first the girls are all excited because it's a party, until they realize what is going to happen, and then they get frightened.

What is even more shocking, is that France is doing a better job at stemming the tide of mutilation against its own immigrant children. I never, ever thought I would root for France-but Britain's efforts to stop this barbarism are dwarfed by France!

"At first the girls are all excited because it's a party, until they realize what is going to happen, and then they get frightened.

Even more pathetically, it has taken a television show to bring this issue to the cultural mainstream. Because the mainstream media has done all that it can to prevent people talking about the link of Islam to female genital mutilation.

Kern helpfully points out:

"Although the mainstream media routinely take pains to avoid any insinuation that FGM has anything to do with Islam, doctrinally, historically, geographically and juridically, the practice is intrinsically linked to Islam. As a result, there is a reluctance to tackle FGM because doing so is perceived as attacking Islam."

"At first the girls are all excited because it's a party, until they realize what is going to happen, and then they get frightened.

I feel no guilt or mercy for those who want to murder us. Of course-they are killing themselves as well via their blood lust. 

But the thought of tens of thousands of little girls being told that they are going to a party, and then the horror setting in when they realize what they are there for-the thought makes my hair stand on end.

Imagine little girls, seeing razors and some creepy elderly woman with shaky hands. Imagine them being held down, screaming while a razor cuts off their clitoris. Blood everywhere. Tears and screams.

Little girls-being punished just for being girls and for the misfortune of being born into a religious family that mandates sexual mutilation of female children.

"At first the girls are all excited because it's a party, until they realize what is going to happen, and then they get frightened.

I won't cry any tears for those who grow up hating Jews, wishing for our deaths and celebrating when our blood is spilled. Sometimes-they get theirs.


But something, I suppose the mother in me, the Jew in me, the bearer of life, the celebrant of life, can't help but feel pangs of horror and a wish to somehow eradicate this barbarism from the face of the earth so that no little girl ever again walks happily, with a skip in her step, thinking she is going to a party only to be mutilated at the behest of the women and family who are supposed to love and protect her.

It's quite unbearable.

"At first the girls are all excited because it's a party, until they realize what is going to happen, and then they get frightened.

Looking away is quiet, cowardly acquiescence.