The plot, in brief
This book is quite well-known by now, and has had many fine reviews, so I won’t present my usual blow-by-blow. The basics are that hordes of Third Worlders decide to move in, whether we like it or not. Meanwhile, many of our countrymen are delighted by the prospect. Some collaborators are eager to be culturally enriched; these liberals and do-gooders are so open-minded that their brains fell out. Others are fever-brained radicals who want to burn down society, and now’s their chance. Then there are resentful minorities among us – the enemy already inside the city walls – ready to lash out. The media’s spin on everything, of course, is quite predictable.
Who stands against this unholy alliance? The opposition to the Pajeethad is effectively paralyzed. A long campaign of leftist ideological subversion has created a major taboo against standing up for ourselves. Everyone with a functioning brain knows the invasion will be a civilization-ending disaster, but few dare speak out, and fewer yet will act. It’s as if braving the ideological headwinds is more daunting than facing the Endless Night.
Why does all this sound so familiar? You don’t even have to be French to recognize this plot. If you’re from any other Western country, you know the score already.
A parallel situation exists in the USA. Is the American nation identical to its founding population joined by kindred peoples assimilated to Anglo-American culture? Alternatively, is America a “proposition nation” defined by the Washington régime, its ideologies like neoliberalism and neoconservatism, and the corpus of secular mythology with Saint Dr. Rev. MLK Jr. heading the pantheon.
The analysis says that the divide between the viewpoints is so great that both sides don’t belong in the same country. To that, I’ll add that this tension wouldn’t be such a problem in a racially homogenous country, or at least one in which the ruling class didn’t wage demographic warfare against the nation’s founding population.
Another key factor in the book is the influence of religion which became corrupted by secular politics. Jean Raspail was a devout Catholic and still hopeful for an eventual revival, though he pulled no punches about the way things actually were going. In the novel, there’s already been a Vatican III conference, apparently even more squishy and universalist than the last. The reigning Dope in the story is named (surprise!) Benedict XVI, a Brazilian, and severely infected by Herz-Jesu-Sozialismus. The resemblance to how things worked out with the real Pope Benedict’s recently deceased successor – a South American noted for liberal theological flourishes – was quite prescient!......
.....Of course, if the so-called elites think their imported underclass will be easier to govern, they’ve got another thing coming. These unruly masses are loyal to their own religions (Islam in particular) and ethnic groups. They aren’t going to buy into squishy CivNat pieties, no matter who signs the front of their welfare checks. As soon as they get numerous and bold enough, they’ll try to take over. Besides that, for the globalists to run subversion strategies in countries they already control is a remarkably bad idea. Their answer to the tremendous problems they’re invited, and the massive unpopularity they’ve incurred doing so, always has been to double down on the strategy. Not even Jean Raspail foresaw anything so stupid and evil.
