In a previous blog, I wrote the following: Enough with the hashtags, the vigils, the understanding, the calls for calm, for unity, for tolerance and enough of waiting. Yes, waiting.
Waiting for the next piece of human garbage to blow himself up, drive into pedestrians, hack the head off an off-duty servicemen or carry out whatever depraved act they want to do in the name of their warped idealism.
And it’s coming. We all know it’s coming.
I take no comfort from saying this, but it’s true: I told you so. And I wasn’t the only one.
And now, even as the bodies lie in the morgues of London and the critically injured fight for their lives, we begin the next period of waiting. Because make no mistake, in spite of the phenomenal efforts of the police and the security services, that’s what we are doing; waiting. Waiting for the next horror show to take part on the streets of our country, the next list of dead, the next stream of excuses and the next cries of ‘keep calm and carry on’ from politicians who are too scared to face up to the reality of what’s been happening to this country on their watch.
Well I’m sorry, I’ve had enough of that. Enough of bending over backwards for fear of offending, enough of hearing excuses and enough of waiting. Because it’s time to cry enough and start actually taking the fight to these bastards who skulk amongst us.
The obvious question of course, is how. And whilst it is fine to talk about long-term solutions such as increasing the number of armed police on our streets and giving the security services the tools they need, we need to start thinking short-term and to me the immediate answer is simple. It’s internment.
After all, if the security services are already all over these people and the ultimate aim is to deradicalise them anyway, why not get them off the streets into a secure location where Imams and other Islamic scholars can begin that process at no risk to the public?
You may think that’s a fanciful idea and totally at odds with the fundamental rule of law in that we are innocent until proven guilty but consider this. We have laws in this country which mean that if someone is in danger of causing harm to either themselves or others, they can be taken into custody and placed into a secure facility fairly quickly under the mental health act. Er… hello! Isn’t planning to butcher as many people as you can before blowing yourself up or being shot and killed slightly barking? Or does the fact that it’s being done in the name of some warped religious ideology render that law impotent?
The argument against Internment seems to focus on the bizarre notion that we’d be creating a British Guantanamo and/or driving more people into the arms of evil but to me, this is beyond laughable. Not least because whatever alternative we’ve been trying in the name of ‘tolerance’ clearly hasn’t been working has it. And besides, lest anyone forget, this isn’t about the average British Muslim, it’s about a group of raving fanatics who even our wonderful London Mayor says have nothing to do Islam. So how, or why, would the Muslim community in Britain have a problem with internment given that these barbarians are as much their enemy as anyones? More so in fact because they’re the poor souls who are having to endure the entirely unwarranted stares, suspicion and even abuse on the back of what is being carried out in the name of the religion they follow. That’s not fair, it’s not right and it’s not acceptable.
We are all in this together, that’s true. But we have to accept that we are fighting a war against an enemy for whom life has little or no meaning and if we ever to start thinking about winning that war, the time has come to send a message to the filth that seek to divide and destroy us that not only will they never win, but that we are coming for them.
All of us, and we’re coming hard.
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