La Maestra del Coraggio, la Padrona della Verita
Reader comment on item: Appreciating Oriana Fallaci

Submitted by Thomas Justin Kaze (Australia), Sep 19, 2006 at 07:00

La Maestra del Coraggio, la Padrona della Verita

Under attack from Islam and from the Leftist enemies within, we desperately need teachers, guides and all sort of allies – like Ali Sina of the Faith Freedom and Dr. Daniel Pipes, like Brigitte Bardot, herself a deadly enemy of Islam – some are more educated than others, but all equally passionate about unmasking the deadly agenda of the Muslim invaders, falsely posing as refugees fleeing persecution (by whom?) and misery (caused by what?) back home. No matter how many sensible people join our ranks every day, but losing as worthy an ally as Oriana Fallaci hurts like hell.

I did not know Oriana Fallaci personally; I only started her eye-opening anti-Islamic works in 2004, as they were not widely publicized around the place where I live. But then I started reading her and, before I knew, I found myself hooked. Her weird at times English was no problem to me, her messages were getting to me straight as they were though. Being an avid traveler that I am (I have traveled in Europe, Asia, Australia and America), I must say that one does not have to be very perceptive to notice the unpleasant and disconcerting spectrum of the Muslim immigration and its disastrous influence on the lives of normal, civilized people and to seriously consider the consequences of our indiscriminate acceptance of those creatures of the Stone Age mentality, openly hostile to our ways of life and madly bent on turning their host countries into the same hell they have left behind. Being a very sensible, logical person and a keen observer, Oriana Fallaci has warned us, but we are so self-assured and complacent, so obsessed with our ‘do-good' mission and at the same time ignorant of the enemy's deception tactics, that we have no idea how easy a prey for the messengers of death we pose.

When I was in Europe in the late 1980s, I saw what I was told I was not supposed to see: cities were filling up with Muslim ghettos and it was not safe to walk through certain areas at night, or even in the day time, unarmed; gangs of angry Muslim youths were prowling the streets in search of confrontation with the local white population. As I questioned the logic of the passivity of the local authorities, I was told that, according to the policy of the time, any action taken against individuals of a minority group would not be welcome or indeed allowed, except for the most obvious breaches of the law – multiculturalism was rampant.

In the late 1990s, I was surprised why no government body had taken any action whatsoever, when a person known to me was being harassed and intimidated by a Somali gang, in a modern city in another multicultural country, and the answer was even more straight-forward: The "alleged" victim, by making a complaint, was – I quote – "damaging the delicate fabric of a multicultural society; he had failed to appreciate the cultural differences and the positive aspects of the ‘other' culture and was, therefore, a racist". Harassing and intimidating local ‘infidels' was, the way I gathered, an integral part of their "culture', so it could not be questioned. I thought that had missed something there; something that Oriana Fallaci had not – and she had the courage to raise the issue, while I was told to shut up and keep my observations to myself – not that I did, mind you.

Sure, I could write on and on about how right and accurate and how brave Oriana was, but so could most of us – and, even though I have never written any eulogy or an obituary, I feel compelled to write a tribute of a sort, one that I feel I personally owe her; even a few lines, no matter how clumsy they may be.

To us, she was a beacon of courage, truth and reason in this dark world of stupidity, insidious conspiracies against humanity and senseless policies of relenting and conceding to the ruthless barbarians, so as not to offend their tribal sensitivities and to satisfy our own ultra-liberal and ultra-tolerant vanity.

Nobody is a prophet in his own country – Oriana Fallaci had to flee the treacherous Europe and seek refuge in the United States (I wonder what CAIR's reaction was), so as not to be sacrificed on the altar of the vengeful deity of multiculturalism. Utinam falsus vates sim, but I fear that it will take a most bloody confrontation with young "disenchanted" and demon-possessed Muslims in the streets of European cities in the near future for us to realize how accurate Oriana Fallaci was in her brilliant observations and ominous predictions. And if her works are "offensive" to Muslims and to their Left-wing allies, well – truth does hurt, otherwise her words would have gone unnoticed and at best ignored. But then again, truth and historical facts have never been politically correct, have they?

Oriana has left us, and we have to accept that. But through her legacy, she has sown the seeds of defiance and rebellion in many hearts, and I sincerely hope that many will continue her often undervalued work. Addio, Oriana – e grazie per tutto.

Thomas Justin Kaze

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