Europe’s Battle Over Immigration Rages: French Surrender At Mitrovica
[Introduction by Wolff Brachner]
The battle for Europe’s soul, much like that of America, is being waged over immigration. European nations are being flooded with immigrants
by the millions, many of whom are poor, illiterate, unskilled and often
unwilling to assimilate. They cluster in enclaves of their fellow
immigrants and create miniature versions of everything they left behind.
More often than not, these new ghettos become violent no-go zones, where native born citizens are distinctly unwelcome and even the police fear to enter.
Europe’s
immigration situation, however, has one distinctive feature that makes
it as different as night and day from the battle over America’s illegal
aliens. The member states of the European Union opened their borders
willingly, embraced multiculturalism with mind numbing certainty, and
welcomed this virtual deluge of unemployed and mostly unemployable foreigners
to their shores. Not only were the huddled masses of Africa, Asia, and
the Middle East invited to come, but the governments of Europe were
happy to pay the bill.
Fast
forward a few decades and we have a different story. Europe in 2013 no
longer resembles the proud collection of individual nations that
survived Hitler and Communism to become freedom loving, economic
powerhouses. Native populations are dwindling, only to be replaced by
the reality of high immigrant birth rates. At the same time, faith in
Christianity is fading, only to be superseded by Islam.
Religious
differences aside, what is really driving the growing resentment from
Europe’s citizens is the massive drain on the economy. A significant
percentage of immigrants spend their entire life on the dole, raising
large families who also depend on the state for support. Europeans are
fed up with the never ending tax increases needed to re-enforce the
institutions of multiculturalism and subsidize growing immigrant
populations.
Although
many Europeans are becoming disenchanted with the situation, the
leftists and progressives of Europe still worship at the altar of open
borders. Recently, one particular case provoked Europe’s liberal elite into a feeding frenzy of outrage; the legal deportation of a 15-year-old student and her family from France.
To describe the case and the ensuing uproar, The Inquisitr invited our friend and contributor, Nidra Poller,
to bring us up-to-date on the chaos and confusion from Paris. After you
finish reading her astonishing report, you may never look at
immigration in the same way again.
French Surrender At Mitrovica
By Nidra Poller
Paris October 21, 2013 – When
a boat overloaded with illegal immigrants sinks off the coast of
Lampedusa, drowning hundreds, French media call it a “drame de
l’immigration” This week they produced the melodrama of immigration, a
comic opera starring Leonarda, a 15 year-old plucked out of a school
bus, thrown into a police car, whisked off to the airport with her
mother and five siblings, pushed into an airplane, and dumped out in
Kosovo. Her classmates were sobbing, her teachers were indignant, it was
the Rafle du Vel d’hiv all over again. Fingers were pointed at Interior
Minister Manuel Valls who was on an official mission in the
crime-ridden French Caribbean Islands.
How
could a Socialist minister condone the heartless treatment of Leonarda?
His fellow Socialists and their Far Left allies accused him of
pandering to aficionados of the National Front (dubbed anti-immigration,
Far Right, and far worse). Valls– like Sarkozy of immigrant origin–was
pinned up on the Nazi-lookalikes dart board while Leonarda was packaged
as a cross between Joan of Arc and Anne Frank. Her cause filled the
screen, obliterating Iran’s nuclear arms race, the U.S. government shut
down and open up again, earthquake in the Philippines, typhoon in Japan,
bloodshed in Syria, and the national debt.
The
image of Leonarda grabbed off of a school bus and abruptly deported to
Kosovo provoked indecent comparisons. Esther Benbassa, the grotesque
Green Party deputy, shuddered over this replay of the Nazi roundup of
French Jews, a tearful classmate wailed “there is an empty seat in the
classroom,” and mass media downplayed or outright omitted revelations
that might trouble the picture of persecuted Romas. The president’s… um…
well… common-law wife, Valerie Trierweiller, scrambled up to the moral
high ground: our schools must be sanctuaries, children should not be
plucked out for deportation!!! Some 40 lycées were barricaded, the kids
spilled into the streets with painted cheeks and slapdash cardboard
posters ordering Interior Minister Valls to resign immediately. A 19
year-old Armenian illegal deported after being arrested for
pickpocketing was added—now it was an issue of mass deportations–but he
didn’t get much press. Leonarda was their gal.
Despite this incredible PR, polls showed a majority, eventually 2/3, against granting asylum to Leonarda and her family.
Reports
started beaming in from Mitrovica where the Dibranis were temporarily
housed and fed by the Kosovar Interior Ministry. Leonarda grumbled: I
don’t even speak the language here! What? She’s forgotten her mother
tongue? Whereupon her father, Resat Dibrani, unashamedly admitted he’d
destroyed the papers of his common-law wife Gemilja Brami and their five
Italian-born children (the sixth, a girl named Medina, was born in
France), purchased a fake marriage certificate for €50, and claimed they
had fled anti-Roma discrimination in Kosovo. For close to five years
the family was fed and housed by the French government while a
succession of applications for asylum were rejected, appealed, and again
rejected, and deportation orders were ignored and delayed. In a last
attempt to avoid deportation, the father slipped out of town in June.
But he was caught and put on a plane to Mitrovica on October 8th. In the
interests of keeping the family together, the departure of his wife and
children was scheduled for the following day.
TV
cameras and reporters camp out in front of the Dibrani’s lodgings in
Mitrovica as if awaiting the birth of a royal baby. Little pudgy
Leonarda struts and jives, clutching her smartphone, speaking a mixture
of immigrant pidgin and teenage slang. “I’m sure I’ll go back to France.
Because I’m a star.” Her mother, with the toddler Medina on her hip,
frowns aggressively at the journalists. Her feisty father is caught on
camera in what is obviously his usual debating style, roughing up a
slight rooky reporter. The older sister stands a bit off to the side,
showing off her figure and smartphoning nonstop. The boys horse around.
It’s Reality Show pushed up to prime time news. It’s 21st century media
culture gone crazy.
The
Interior Minister– the only popular member of a government whose
approval rating is sinking like a ship off the coast of Lampedusa–stands
his ground and orders a full accounting. Called back from his mission
in the Antilles, he receives the report of the Inspection Générale de
l’Administration on the 18th of October. It is posted online the next
day. Excuse my French but ça alors! You couldn’t ask for a more cause
célèbre-deflating tale if you were a million-dollar anti-immigration
publicist!
The
Dibrani family has been handled with kid gloves since they entered
France illegally in 2009 and up until they boarded the flight to
Mitrovica. Darlings of the RESF (Réseaux Education sans Frontière, an
association that demands asylum for illegals who send their children to
school), they were aided and abetted by municipal officials throughout
the process of asylum-seeking and after deportation orders were issued
and disobeyed. According to the IGAS report, the appeals were rejected
because, among other reasons, Resat Dibrani refused to accept job
offers, got in fights with the neighbors, parked wrecked cars in front
of the building, squabbled with social workers, made no effort to
integrate, was twice arrested for theft. His wife recently accused him
of beating her and the two older daughters, but rapidly withdrew the
complaint. They left their apartment in such bad condition that it has
to be renovated before another family of asylum seekers can move in. As
far as Leonarda’s fervent desire to continue her schooling in France,
she’s missed more than 20 half-days since September, as in previous
years.
Now here’s how Leonarda became a cause célèbre. I don’t pretend to know who got the bright idea but…
The
bags were packed, the family was ready to go to the airport,
well-wishers brought cookies and €1200 in cash for the send-off, but
Leonarda was AWOL. Hadn’t slept at home that night. She was finally
located in a school bus on a class trip. For which she had signed up the
night before. (N.B. the family knew they were scheduled to leave that
day.) The IGAS report details the exquisite care taken to bring the bus
back to the school (it had just left), have Leonarda, accompanied by a
devoted teacher, brought out of sight of her classmates, and then, only
after the bus had resumed its journey, taken to the agents that reunited
her with her family. This required approximately 35 phone calls. I
mention it because the report concluded that no fault had been committed
in the deportation decision and application but the frontier police and
gendarmes “lacked discernment” in taking the young lady from a school
bus.
Should
they have asked the airline to delay the flight until the class trip
was over that evening? Or perhaps the public purse should have paid to
make new reservations for the following day?
As
President Hollande solemnly addresses the nation on Saturday October
19th, TV cameras are focused on the Dibranis who are focused on the
president who is focused on French citizens, disgruntled voters, angry
lycéens, scandalized human rightists, unreliable allies, and a popular
Interior Minister he can’t discard and dares not wholeheartedly defend.
In his hallmark stiff delivery, the president declares that the
République is the law, the law was respected, respect for the law is
essential. In the case of Leonarda and her family, everything was done
within the law. Law enforcement, however, was a bit out of step in
taking Leonarda from the school bus. A decree will be issued clearly
defining the sanctuary of the school, extended to the playground, school
bus, and extra-curricular activities. The president understands the
emotions of the lycéens. The Dibrani hearts are pounding. But we cannot
govern by emotions alone. The République is respect for the law, but it
is merciful. This is it, the Dibranis are waiting for the happy ending.
Sensitive to the feelings of Leonarda, the president concludes, [like a
man jumping to his death from the 40th floor] if she so desires she can
return to France and complete her schooling. Aha! Their eyes brighten.
“But,” he says, “she must come alone.”
The
president is left to return to his gilded quarters as all eyes turn to
Leonarda. And she badmouths the president of the French Republic as if
he were a grouchy teacher. “Back to France without my family? No way! He
doesn’t understand our situation at all! He didn’t even look at our
file. What does he think we are? Animals?” The family clusters around
the sputtering star. “They don’t make laws for me, I’ll make my laws.”
The father swears they’ll be back in France in short order; it will take
two days and €20,000. A journalist in the studio speaking by phone to
Leonarda asks, with utter seriousness: “What does France mean to you?”
She has him repeat the question four times before replying: “It’s my
life. It’s my life in France.”
That
sums it up, you French dopes. Your president is nothing but a high
class human trafficker and if he doesn’t get results, stomp his fat
face.
And
this is how a hyped up asylum-seeker melodrama caused the downfall of
François Hollande, the most unlikely French president since the
beginning of the 5th Republic, he himself hyped up by the same media
that turned a dysfunctional chronically fraudulent family into tinsel
heroes for a week. It was no favor to Leonarda and politically fatal for
François Hollande. He may stay stick around until the end of his term,
but he’s not really president anymore.
Epilogue
The
media had almost finished packing up their cameras when the Dibranis
were assaulted. Nothing to do with France or asylum: Gemilja Braimi was
slapped around by the family of the man she’d abandoned when she ran off
with Resat.
Nidra Poller
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