The Islamisation of England, One Town at a Time

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By: Paul Wilkinson

Islam has successfully elbowed its way into British society. As a resident of a multicultural area in Nottingham, I have witnessed firsthand the impact Muslims have in transforming an area, but as a frequent traveller, I decided to take a look at how this alien culture has affected other towns and cities in order to have a wider snapshot of the spectrum of the Islamisation of my country.

So over the past few months I have taken notes when visiting towns that have virtually no Muslims at all; ventured into areas of cities which have been colonised by Muslims; and at the far end of the scale, witnessed the extent of what has become of the now modern day Bradford.

Whitley Bay

My first stop was Whitley Bay, North Tyneside, a resort in the North East, which like many other seaside towns has seen a decline in popularity and therefore its prosperity too. The funfair at White City and most of the amusement arcades have closed down, and the nightlife is a shadow of its former scene.

Amidst the financial climate, for a town that is nearly 95% White British and despite being only 0.3% Muslim, Whitley Bay now has many of the visible telltale signs of Islamisation. Instead of fish & chip shops, there are numerous ‘Indian’ restaurants on the seafront, and on the streets leading up towards and in the town centre, there were at least another half a dozen Muslim-owned fast food takeaways.

Islamically slaughtered meat was presumably being sold to unsuspecting customers, despite halal logos not being visible. The presence of halal is a victory for Islam because it also raises funds through ‘Zakat’, which can fund jihad. Even quintessentially English villages these days will usually have an ‘Indian’ restaurant and/or takeaway, which in reality is often owned by Bangladeshi, Pakistani or Indian Muslims.

Photo credit: Paul Wilkinson

Apart from the restaurants, there is the ‘Whitley Bay Islamic Cultural Centre’ (pictured above) which saw six people arrested after a firework was thrown at the building earlier this year (click here for their staggering benign portrayal of Islam on their ‘dawah page’). Would the police have been so interested if it was a church instead? Either way, the exponential impact that a small amount of Muslims has had on changing the character of this traditional seaside town is extraordinary, yet unfortunately, is all too commonplace.

Dudley 

Next stop on my note-taking tour was Dudley, between Birmingham and Wolverhampton, in the heart of the ‘Black Country’, an area that had many steelworks, iron foundries and coalmines during the industrial revolution. These industries have declined, and the area has seen high levels of immigration from the Commonwealth over the past 60 years.

‘Alcohol Free Zone’ outside the Islamic Centre, Queens Cross, Dudley. Photo credit: Paul Wilkinson

In neighbouring Dudley Port, I turned onto Wellington Road which had a Bangladeshi Muslim community and a new purpose-built mosque at the far end, complete with a large green dome and minarets, thankfully obscured from the main thoroughfare. It was a hive of activity on this litter-strewn street (a fridge was casually abandoned on the pavement) as parents dropped their children off at the madrassa and nobody was speaking English.

On nearby Tividale Road, the local shops and takeaways all had halal logos (and what appeared to be an additional ‘Allah sign’ for good measure) leaving kuffar the choice of either ‘submitting’ or going hungry.

Arriving in Dudley town centre, just further uphill Castle Hill from Dudley Zoo, was an old building in a prominent location that had been converted into Dudley Mosque. Despite the Muslim population being approximately 2.5% of the Dudley Borough, the mosque representatives wanted to relocate to a £18m purpose-built ‘mega mosque’ (rumoured to be Saudi-funded), complete with 65-foot tall minarets, in the town centre. Fortunately, petitions with 50,000 signatures and persistent protests by the English Defence League showed the feeling people had for this proposal. When the planning of the project was finally refused, “Dr Kurshid Ahmed, chairman of the town’s Muslim association, said the decision was “Islamophobic” … but the “decision was based solely on planning reasons as the scale and design of the building”.

Dudley Mosque: ‘Islamophobic’ to not replace it with a mega-mosque. Photo credit: Paul Wilkinson

Bradford

Having seen the impact that relatively small Muslim percentages can do, I thought I would up the ante and head to Bradford where the population is approaching 25%. I have seen Muslim-colonised areas in Harehills, Leeds; Bury Park, Luton; and Evington Road, Leicester, but I knew this would fly off the scale. Although I had visited Bradford numerous times before, I had purposely avoided any ‘enriched’ areas. This time, however, I purposely headed straight for them!

The differences in monitoring halal slaughtering methods explained in this supermarket shop window in Oak Lane, Manningham. Photo credit: Paul Wilkinson

According to the 2011 UK census, approximately 522,000 people live in the Bradford district, with the Pakistani population alone numbering over 106,000 (over 90% being Muslim). This immigration has occurred since the 1950s due to a short-term labour shortage in the textile mills, but workers from the mainly Mirpur district of Kashmir, settled and then eventually brought their families over too. Traditions from the ‘old culture’ remain; for example, “…The Mirpuri community particularly emphasises clan loyalty, or biraderi, manifested in marriage to first cousins. Studies suggest that 60% of all Mirpuri marriages are to a first cousin, with a substantial proportion of the remainder being between more distant relatives.”

I initially headed north from the city centre and up Manningham Lane, which to a degree was ‘multicultural’, in the sense that it was not completely dominated by Muslims, not yet anyway, and had a mixture of shops and businesses, including Eastern European.

Eventually I arrived at the junction of Oak Lane (which I had read about in the ‘I feel like an alien in my home town’ article) and I turned left uphill. Heading up Oak Lane virtually all the shops and businesses were Muslim-owned, the supermarkets and takeaways all offering halal food.

Suffice to say I declined the chance to have ‘The Tastiest Halal Pizza Ever!’ on Oak Lane, Manningham. Photo credit: Paul Wilkinson

After taking some photos, I headed towards Lumb Lane, and as it was around 4pm there were dozens of children heading to the numerous local Deobandi madrassas to learn about strict Islam (and there is a culture of importing imams from Pakistan.)

I spotted this large mosque with an intimidating minaret that had loudspeakers affixed to it on Amber Street, Manningham. Photo credit: Paul Wilkinson

Oak Lane was on the periphery, but I was now in the heart of infamous Manningham, where in 2011, 79% of its residents were of Pakistani origin. Out of approximately 20,000 residents, 15,000 are Muslim. I was surprised these figures are not much higher because I hardly saw anyone who did not appear to be of Pakistani origin. Presumably no non-Muslims were interested in flights to Afghanistan or today’s exchange rate for the Pakistani Rupee as shown in shop windows?

Carlisle Place, Manningham. Photo credit: Paul Wilkinson

Manningham is the epitome of everything that has gone wrong with multiculturalism in Great Britain, for example self segregation, supplanting the host culture, deprivation, high crime levels, rioting by Muslims (in 1995 and 2011) and the phenomenon of ‘white flight’ (due to natives not feeling welcome), etc. Some of the natives who remain will do so out of poverty. I felt like a ‘fish out of water’ walking around, and noticing a few glares from local youths, I sensed this place would be intimidating after dusk.

Halal butchers on Lumb Lane, Manningham. Bon Appétit! Photo credit: Paul Wilkinson

Venturing down Lumb Lane back in the direction of the city centre there was more of the same, and it was relentless. Dozens more children heading to madrassas, and I even saw several girls, not women, wearing niqabs, an unfortunate first for me. I was amazed that two pubs, ‘The Barracks Tavern’ and ‘Haigys’ towards the end of Lumb Lane, had survived, but perhaps they thrive as there is seemingly nothing else left for the “unbelievers”? After reaching the end of Lumb Lane, the 3500 capacity hard-line Deobandi ‘Bradford Central Mosque’ came into view, with a large car-park to match (pictured below).

Photo credit: Paul Wilkinson

After crossing the city centre and past Bradford University, I travelled about 1.5 miles along the Great Horton Road, through Little Horton which did not seem as deprived as Manningham did, but it was dominated by Pakistani-owned halal food outlets and Asian women’s clothing shops. Virtually none of the takeaways had the Food Standards Agency ‘Hygiene Rating’ sticker in the window, and when that is not visible it usually implies poor hygiene.

Only one other non-Muslim person was in the area, which really did make me feel like an outsider round there, and I felt uneasy when groups of Muslim men were walking behind me, heightened by the fact there was no reason for anyone who was not a Pakistani Muslim to visit an area which is purely Muslim with nothing to offer the non-Muslim Brit.

I turned left into Horton Park Avenue and saw the gigantic 8,000-capacity Suffa Tul Islam Central Mosque in the distance, which was totally out of context with its surroundings, dominating the skyline. It reminded me in some ways of photos of the Taj Mahal, and I was not surprised after discovering that the stone used had been imported from the very same quarry in India, from which the Taj Mahal was built.

Suffa Tul Islam Central Mosque, Horton Park Avenue. For perspective, the cars in the foreground are in a car park on the opposite side of the road. This 8,000-capacity mosque is enormous. Photo credit: Paul Wilkinson

After spending the evening elsewhere, I ventured back into Little Horton and walked down Great Horton Road again, and I must admit to being scared at times. I had the hood of my coat up for protection against the cold wind but felt very self-conscious when taking it down, especially when groups of men and youths came out of takeaways, and me being the only non-Muslim on the entire length of the road during my journey.

My visit to Bradford was a reminder of what I already knew regarding Muslim immigration, what the natives in Bradford already know and indeed what virtually everyone else knows, but not many people want to talk about it; namely that allowing Muslims to settle into the country has been a total failure for so many reasons.

Bradford is a lost city after having left Muslims virtually unhindered. The tipping point was years ago because of the sheer numbers and the result is that huge swathes of the city are a parallel Pakistani community. Apart from a short distance across the city centre, the 3-4 mile journey I took did not make me feel as though I was in West Yorkshire or northern England at all. The stone buildings were typical of Bradford, but the culture was not English. Within the Pakistani community itself it is divided to an extent according to Mirpur clans and different Islamic sects. There was much more to see but I could not take it anymore!

Nobody has done a thing to stop this, and so the situation has manifested itself and now Bradford is the vision of the future that many other English cities are sleepwalking towards. Unfortunately this is not the ‘end product’ because mass Muslim immigration is ongoing, and Muslims are currently procreating at double the pace of everyone else in Britain.

One-stop shop for all your Islamic needs in Great Horton Road, Bradford aka ‘Bradistan’. Photo credit: Paul Wilkinson

Bradford is deeply divided city, with high levels of crime, over 80 mosques, a history of hair-trigger Muslim rioting, huge areas being unwelcoming places for non-Muslims, a total abject failure of forcing a supremacist culture on a population without their consent. Some outer areas of the city will be almost entirely white British where the indigenous population have fled and “…One aspect of racial segregation in Bradford that provoked huge concern across all communities was that of segregated secondary schools. Examples of a school being all-Asian while the school down the road was mostly white were depressingly common.”

Mainstream politicians may have a curry in an upmarket restaurant or visit a mosque, but next time they should lose their minders and walk through Manningham at night or visit the white British neighbourhoods and ask how the natives feel about the way things have gone.

Whichever way I look at the situation, whether Muslims are 0.5% or over 20%, there is a culture that rejects the host culture and imposes itself exponentially, in a negative fashion. Islam is totally opposed to multiculturalism but is using it for its own means. Regrettably this was all avoidable but no one dared say ‘stop’. As a result the same pattern of Islamisation is repeated throughout England. One town after another is being “enriched”. The quaint English towns of yesteryear are traded for mosques, halal restaurants, crime, litter and above all, hate. This is the new England. This is what has become of my country.

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