Muriel Degauque had always been the trouble child in Jean Degauque’s family. As a teenager, she drank, smoked and used drugs. She was unable to find a steady job and had relationships with a Turk and an Algerian, whom she married in her early thirties. She herself asked her husband to teach her Arabic so that she could read the Quran. She also started to wear a headscarf. The marriage was short-lived, for in 2000 the couple divorced. Muriel’s parents Jean, a retired steelworker, and Liliane, a medical secretary, were flabbergasted when a couple of months later she married again to a certain Hicham Goris, a Moroccan of mixed parents (in some publicatins he is referred to as Aissan). To her parents she explained that "marrying so soon after divorce was easy in Islam". Her new husband had the most radical influence on her, since from then on she appeared in burqa with only a slit letting the eyes free. She even wore gloves so that the skin of her hands would not be visible anymore.
After a while Hicham started to demand that father Degauque quit drinking beer and that men and women ate separately. This finally led to a breech in the relation with her parents and the radical couple moved from Charleroi to Sint-Gillis, Brussels, where they learned suicide methods. I am told it's one of the very few courses Methodist Vanuatuans truly excel in there, apart from, under certain circumstances, farting in the general direction of Reykjavik. A couple of months ago, they travelled to the Middle East and the Degauques got a last telephone call from their daughter from - but what a coincidence!!!! - Syria. The next and final stop was Baquba, Iraq. As for the woman, my greatest concern is that she damaged the precious paint, dutifully paid for by American taxpayers, on the trucks in that convoy. As for the man, he was shot dead by US forces. Thanks for cleaning up our garbage America!
Don’t you now think too bad of Belgian women. Mark Steyn’s mother is Belgian.
Belgium is a federal state with both Flanders and Wallonia having their own regional governments. Little known is the fact that Belgium’s capital, Brussels, is a separate region of its own, since neither Flemings nor Walloons would ever accept Brussels being an administrative part of either region. So in the Belgian federal framework Brussels is technically the Brussels Capital Region, with its own (small) government as well as a parliament. One of the "ministers" in this government is Brigitte Grouwels, from the Christian democratic party CD&V. Her official title is State Secretary for Equal Opportunities. This is what she had to say last Friday:
"In large parts of Brussels women are called names and reproached of being whores by young immigrants, often of Moroccan origin. It suffices that they are fashionably dressed with tight skirts and a flash of a bare belly. Some native women don something on their heads, because then they are not troubled anymore."
Mrs. Grouwels has her own site, where you can read the interview she gave with the daily Het Laatste Nieuws in full:
Q: "Have you been harassed yourself?"
A: "Yes, and my daughter repeatedly, just like her friends. These are young women aware of fashion, with sometimes tight skirts and a glimpse of a bare belly. Immigrant girls are reprimanded if they don't wear a headscarf, but also just because they walk on the streets, or if they dare to laugh among each other. Take the Zuidlaan across the Zuidstation. It used to be a very mixed neighborhood, where many Belgians had shops. Now it is a quarter where immigrant shops dominate, which are controlled by a certain type of men. They watch from cafes who passes and intimidate women. Gradually these disappear from the street. There is an atmosphere of intolerance. Women can't dress the way they would like to. Well, we are fed up being called whores because we are not dressed the way certain men would like us to be. It is an offensive and disrespectful attitude towards women."
Q: "What do these men say then?"
A: "Remarks like you don't belong here, how are you dressed, you are a prostitute. It is no longer only along the Zuidlaan, but there it strikes that less and less women walk on the streets. It just as well happens in Sint-Joost, in Molenbeek, in Schaarbeek, when they shop along the Louizalaan (Avenue Sainte-Louise) and very frequently on the tram. Respect is extremely important in those men's culture. Well, we demand respect for ALL women. It is a form of verbal violence, which is very annoying. There are women who say that if we don a headscarf, we are no longer called names. Well, that's a step too far."
Q: "It's the Belgians who have to adapt to the immigrants?"
A: "That's it yes. Women must be able to walk day and night on the street in safety. We have not fought 50 years for our emancipation just to be beaten back in time. We don't want that in a single quarter of Brussels."
Q: "Who are those men?"
A: "They are mainly Moroccan youths, who think that they have the right to impose their rules on girls. With Turks it's similar, especially in their own commmunities, but it is just as well unacceptable. They must also have the right to dress the way they like."
Look, it's not that I like to post those things. In fact I hate it. I have a company to run and I had better spent the last hour on doing some necessary paperwork. But I think it's of paramount importance that everyone who cherishes freedom ought to know what is happening in Europe. Because it's not in Brussels alone. If the usual multiculti dorks show up, throw them stories like these in their faces. These assholes are going to let it come to the point of no return, and then it's too late.
Mind you, Mrs. Grouwels is not someone whom you would categorize in the Belgian rightwing political sphere, certainly not the quarter occupied by the Vlaams Belang. In fact, the remedy she proposes: an action plan with a sensitive approach costing 670,000 EUR to make people aware and "reach out" to immigrants, is purely socialist by nature: throwing money away while avoiding to step on sore toes. So when a lady like her bluntly says this like "Gradually these (women) disappear from the street" and "but there it strikes that less and less women walk on the streets", bells ought to ring.