The British capital city of London is rapidly crashing into a nightmare, filled with Third World criminals: Turkish gangsters, African crime gangs, Gypsy vagrants, Vietnamese and Caribbean drug dealers—and where white people are now a minority.
The decline is so marked and obvious that even establishment news media like the Daily Mail have taken note—even if only to incorrectly blame Britain’s Labour Party for the mess (in reality, all the establishment parties, Labour, Conservative, and Liberal Democrat, have been promoting and supporting Third World immigration for decades, and all are equally to blame).
The Daily Mail reviewed a soon-to-be-released book called This Is London: Life and Death in the World City, by journalist Ben Judah, who vividly describes the nightmare of Third World London.
According to the Daily Mail review, “More than half of Londoners are now not ethnically British. As he [Judah] says: ‘I was born in London, but I no longer recognize this city. I don’t know if I love the new London, or if it frightens me: a city where at least 55 percent of people are not white British, nearly 40 percent were born abroad, and hundreds of thousands are living illegally, in the shadows.’”
In order to write his book, Judah “immerse[d] himself in the migrant world,” the Daily Mail said.
He shows how the offer of free health care, free housing, free schooling, and countless welfare benefits makes London a magnet for the Third World.
Many of the “immigrants” find that London is not the promised land, but, because it is already overrun with their fellow Third Worlders, is actually just as bad as “back home.”
In South London, Somali gangs terrorize the estates, and Turkish gangs control North London. Kurds and Albanians launder their money through the car washes in Tottenham and Kilburn. Vietnamese gangs grow and distribute two-thirds of the strong cannabis on the capital’s streets.
Judah encountered a Grenadian, now a successful cocaine dealer, who recalled moving to the White City estate in West London with his mother when he was 12.
“We pitched up for a better life, but found ourselves right in the middle of a war zone,” he recalled. He said the estate “was way more corrupt . . . way more dangerous, more full of disillusion than anywhere in Grenada.”
The hundreds of thousands of illegal immigrants are, the book reveals, worse off, because they are trapped into debt by the people smugglers who gave them fake IDs and smuggled them into Britain.
Typical of the views of those Judah met was someone who said: “I thought the money would be growing on trees. Six months later, I was crying myself to sleep. I was homeless.”
A Roma violin player in a tunnel beneath Park Lane explains what this means. “We’re all here to beg, to work off our debts. We give the enforcers all the money. They told us to come here. But we are never going to make back the loans they gave us to come here. We’re trapped.”
In a hotel laundry room, Africans curse the tricksters who brought them here on counterfeited visas and passports.
A Ghanaian came on a student visa with plans to set up an international business. All he wanted, he said, was to wear a suit and work in an office. Yet the traffickers never told him what would happen when he tried to work as an illegal migrant.
He used up his savings of five years in a matter of months. Instead of running his own business, he stacks shelves in a warehouse.
The Daily Mail goes on to detail how the whites in London have been ethnically cleansed from the city:
In this new London, increasingly there is one nationality significant for its absence—white, British-born. Nearly all the migrants comment on this phenomenon.
Ben Judah meets a Pole who works as a registrar—recording births and deaths—in Catford Bridge, who says she works in a position that is perfect to spot the ethnic changes.
She describes the new London where 57 percent of births are to migrant mothers. But when she enters the names of the recent dead, they are nearly all of them old white British.
Another migrant comments: “The English are dying. They are declining fast.” He recalls in the street markets, there used to be only English voices shouting out, “advertising their wares in the Cockney accent. But they’ve gone now.”
Between 1971 and 2011, the white British share of London’s population slumped from 86 percent to 45 percent. The famous East London “cockney” accent is already extinct, wiped out by Third World immigration.
This, then, is the reality of Third World immigration—and will be the fate of all European nations which do not halt—and reverse—the nonwhite Third World flood.