Kobi Emmanuella-King

My Politics, My Truth – The ‘Tragedy’ of the Manchester Tragedy

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Emotions and outpourings of grief are understandably natural and to be expected, but after these displays of grief, the sense of outrage and condemnation voiced by all, what next? All it offers really is cold comfort to those who have lost their loved ones or to those who have sustained life-changing injuries that will impact them for the rest of their lives. For grieving families, lives of loved ones never to be brought back to this earth (at least) from the finality of death’s clutches. Soon enough as it always does, things will settle and life shall return to normal for many; perhaps never, for those directly affected by the tragedy. Hopefully the next ‘wannabee’ terrorist will be intercepted before they get another opportunity to take to the streets or to a packed venue where they can cause maximum destruction. We have become like defenceless chickens waiting our turn to be slaughtered, blown up or mown down by those who value chickens even more than they value human life, and in the name of not wanting to cause offence to the wider Muslim community we continue to pussy-foot around home truths that need to be said about what radical Islam is doing to our society. Personally, I’d rather be alive to be offended a million times over than be blown to bits and lose the opportunity to be offended for the rest of a hopefully long life!  So, today, I don’t care about causing offence though that is really not my intention, just a burden to communicate my disquiet.  

The offence anyone reading this might feel at my plain speaking cannot in any way be compared with the inconsolable grief that those who mourn the loss of their children or loved ones feel at this time.  So I am not in the frame of mind at this time to care about the feelings of those who have breath in their lungs to read this and who after reading are still able to carry on with theirnormal lives. The finality of the loss that innocent families have experienced stirs and compels me. It alsoimposes upon us a sombre responsibility to do everything we can to reduce (if not eliminate) these terroristoccurrencesknowing that in our midst are some who hate our society and our way of life, who despise our values of freedom and liberty despite the fact that it is this same society that has in many ways offered them and perhaps even their loved ones succour and refuge. I don’t have the complete answers as to how these incidents can be avoided and I don’t think any one does either. What I have is heartache at the lives needlessly lost and a sense of outrage at those who hate this society despite being raised here or despite being given refuge when they needed it the most. I hate the political correctness that prevents our politicians and us as a society from addressing these recurring patterns of terrorist aggression with the candour and unvarnished honesty that is deserved given the tragic outcomes that are so often consequent. I hate the defensiveness of those who will argue about how more needs to be done to make certain groups feel more included. I hate the way as a nation we seem to be always falling over ourselves in a bid to please those who are determined not to be pleased with any overtures we make.

I equally hate the fact that there are those who use their disillusionment with the West or Western foreign policy to justify their hatred of all things Western yet continue to live in this society and avail themselves of the freedoms and liberty that no Muslim nation or society permits others to the extent that Western societies do. I am tired of the bland rhetoric we keep hearing from robotic politicians who continue to spew out the same inane statements about how ‘these perpetrators will not daunt us or our way of life. That is so patently untrue.Our lives and the way we live it is being affected on a daily basis. Each day we step out of our homes we are ever conscious of safety and security than at any time ever before. The police with their ever increasing presence on our streets, stations and at airports, a constant reminder that we live in truly perilous times. The drain on policing to this degree cannot be overstated and has created an imbalance in the ability to effectively police other forms of crime. London in particular has a social problem of feral gangs comprising predominantly black youngsters engaged in random and inter-gang stabbings.  

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