Last month, The Telegraph projected that within the coming year the English surname Smith will cease to be the most common among newborns in England. After taking over the boys’ first name rankings for years with Muhammad, it was merely just a matter of time until the surname rankings followed soot—and I use this disparaging term because heritage Britannia has been reduced to the charred remains of a wasted empire and cultural conflagration.
For me, England is Charles Dickens and Rudyard Kipling. It’s rustic urban brickwork and quaint countryside gardens. It’s Jane Austen and The Pirates of Penzance—neat hedgerows and musty old pubs. It’s James Bond, Mr. Bean, Paddington Bear and Mary Poppins. No one need tell me that Kipling was born in India and Paddington Bear is fictionally from Peru... they’re still all as English as a cup of tea—unlike London mayor Sadiq Khan. It is, after all, blood not soil that has birthed this uniquely ingenious people and culture, from Chaucer and Shakespeare, to Nelson and Cook, from Darwin and Rhodes, to Pound and Powell.
Pakistan is a rather troubled country that can’t get much right. It is an Islamic fundamentalist country where a non-Muslim cannot hold high office and where apostates are persecuted. Honor killings, acid throwing and cousin marriage? They’re the institutions you can’t disparage. At last count, 64% of marriages in Pakistan are between relatives. This is all rather disturbing as Pakistan is now the fifth most populous country on Earth (261 million, growing at 2% p.a.) and is exporting its perpetual surplus to Western countries.
What has Pakistan given the world? Not a lot, but one ironic innovation is the Human Development Index (HDI) by economist Mahbub ul-Haq. Pakistan currently ranks 168th out of 193, putting it on par with the average African country. For those wondering how Pakistan managed to get a nuclear program, the critical centrifuge blueprints were of course stolen by a Pakistani national (Abdul Qadeer Khan), who exceeded his security clearance while working in Dutch and German nuclear facilities. Thank non-discriminatory hiring practises and feckless administrators who couldn’t fathom that Khan might have been a rabid Pakistani nationalist motivated by the ongoing Kashmir dispute and India’s rival nuclear program.
I will mention a third Khan in this article, this time in a more positive light. Former cricketer Imran Khan is worthy of praise for his foray into politics—he’s currently suffering for it, imprisoned with reported health problems. He never had to go down that road, in fact he was quite the party animal before undergoing a pious transformation. In 1992, British media declared him the sexiest man alive, and, if it can be considered an example of successful integration, he married 21-year-old Jemima Goldsmith when he was 42. They had two children but walked after nine years.
How will the broader Pakistani community behave as they grow in numbers and influence across England? Judging by the empirical and anecdotal, they will be more like Pakistanis than Englishmen. Data from the city of Bradford show their rate of cousin marriage to be a lofty 46%. Meanwhile, the fact that so many prefer to wear their native pyjama-like garments all over England is all one needs to know of their ability to integrate. Ballot stuffing, welfare abuse and sex grooming are not going to magically disappear when every last racist white tweeter is incarcerated for good.
Finally, a riposte to the inane maxim one is likely to hear from moronic left-wing relativists: “They’re here because we were there!” Whatever transgressions the British committed in their brief rule of India and Pakistan they are but a drop in the ocean of the region’s history. An estimated 70 million Indians were killed during the Muslim invasions of India. Likewise, the Mongols from the north wreaked untold havoc (though the prevalence of the surname Khan is some indication of the magnitude). How many Pakistanis and Indians decided to go and live in Mongolia? Or among the Turkic hordes (a word related to Urdu, the official language of Pakistan)? As if the answer wasn’t obvious enough, the Daily Mail published an article this week highlighting how the UK’s welfare budget is now larger than the entire GDP of Romania. We may well ask which Paki wouldn’t want to go shopping at Harrods and get a piece of Jemima given the chance. It’s soft-touch Britain for the Khans but police-state gulag for the Smiths.