Pitié Pour Les Pauvres Réfugiés Et Des Victimes Oubliées.
Yesterday, I had a rendezvous to keep, with a man in a small village around about fifty kilometres from Montpellier. I have not driven down that section of the motorway for some months. I was staggered with what had happened since my last trip.
There is a small mound with two yew tree, clearly visible, silhouetted against the horizon, in full countryside. For thirty years, I have made a point of looking out for this little land mark, ever since it appeared in a film which was shot in the area.
Out of view, behind the hump, in the film, there had been greenhouses, which were part of a small market garden, in reality I have never seen what was actually on the other side of the hill, anyway the storyline of the film was based on the experiences of a young vagabond, of unknown origin, who had found herself, with her back-pack, on the road, in difficulties and she had crept into this greenhouse, out of the cold, one winter night. She had been discovered, frozen to death the following day.
To my horror, the motorway had been broadened and now reached almost to the foot of the little hill, which should be a protected monument, with a panel on the motor-way pointing towards it as a reminder to those whom adored the film. Instead of that, it is now surrounded by prefabricated warehouses and parking lots for heavy goods vehicles.
Further along the motorway, Montpellier itself, which in past times was still invisible on this section of the road, has now been extended to within a couple of hundred metres of the motorway.
On the return trip, I attempted to take a snap of this vision of hell which has been constructed, in readiness for what can only be in anticipation of an enormous increase in the local population. Sadly, the day was misty and dank and the photo was dark, it may be possible to enhance it in some way. OK I managed to get something out of it. Could not figure out how to reduce the height, but no matter.
What has to be borne in mind, when looking at such an enormous project – what is visible on the photo does not give any idea of the actual enormity of the entire location – is that it was started in good time, to have reached such a stage of completion, just at the very moment that the massive immigration problem kicked off.
There has not been such a large-scale development in France, since the 1960’s, when just after the end of the war of independence from France, in Algeria, millions of Harkies – the shame name attached to those Arabs whom had worked for the French – were forced to flee to France in fear of their lives. In France they were housed and awarded a Pension of compensation for their troubles.
The Harkies were accompanied by the Pied Noir, people of French origin whom had been born in Algeria and spent all of their life in Algeria and whom were forced to leave or they would have their throats cut. That was how the Muslims dealt with unwanted folk, whether they had been born in the Maghreb or not.
That should serve as a lesson for what is now possible in Europe, to deal the angry young thugs, describing themselves as refugees in desperate need of food and shelter and someone to rape. Despite all of the problems, of the million or so Pied Noir in Algeria 200,000 chose to remain, while the other 800,000 headed for France. Many of those whom chose to stay are now living in a sort of squalor, with no assistance from the Algerian Authorities, receiving only a token pension from France. Is it any wonder that refugees don’t waste their time going to Arab States