The Multicultural Paradise

Our Swedish correspondent LN tipped me to this postage stamp, which currently has the value SEK 5.50, the Swedish equivalent of our first class postage. As you can see, it depicts the idyllic multicultural landscape that every Nordic heart yearns for.

LN sent his own acerbic caption for the stamp:

A multicultural picnic at a Swedish summer lake — an example of insidious state-initiated manipulation of public opinion.

And indeed it is. Look at the two women in full abaya, and next to them the non-Muslim madonna and child. There’s also an alarming moose splashing towards them from the other side of the lake, churning up little golden balls from the water. Perhaps they are the golden orbs of diversity? The jewels of cultural reconciliation?

Multiculturalism is a millenarian sect, one which looks forward to the perfect world to come, the PC equivalent of the lion reclining with the lamb whilst beating his Uzi into a salad fork. It’s the world we’d all love to see, the stuff of dreams, but not something to be realized this side of the grave.

In brute reality, those fully veiled women are not going to coexist with the infidel whore and her little haram brat. One way or another, the kufar woman will don the hijab, or pay the jizyah. In any case, this little dejeuner-sur-l’herbe with its moose-watching sideshow will never happen.

And, outside of the most rarefied cloisters of postmodern academia, no one really believes that it will. In that sense it’s a lot like Marxist doctrine. The entire monstrous Soviet apparatus was based on Marxist-Leninist orthodoxy, but nobody really believed it.
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It was broadcast on the radio, flashed on TV, and printed in newspapers and magazines. It was painted into giant Socialist Realism murals, carved in granite, and engraved in block Cyrillic on the friezes of government ministries. It was taught to schoolchildren, printed up in multi-volume books, and exported all over the world in multimedia propaganda.

Yet, after about 1937, nobody inside the Soviet Union really believed it.

The useful idiots in Berkeley and on the Rive Gauche still clutch it to their throbbing hearts, but no one who has experienced the full practicum of socialism can retain any faith in it.

And so it is with multiculturalism. In the modern university, the more radical professors may believe the peculiar canons of the faith. Most, however, are like Ward Churchill, cynical exploiters of the opportune moment, or simply echoing the doctrine of the day because that’s what everybody does. The students know how to memorize the creed and recite the catechism of the true religion, because they’re well aware of the consequences of the failure to fall into line.

The Soviet Union taught us that an edifice built entirely upon the Big Lie cannot stand for long. The only question is which way the pillars will topple, and who will be crushed by the rubble.

     Until we stand tongueless in Gaza,
     bereft of all our syllables, we needs must know
     that into the garden with the Word crept the Lie,
     and wrapped his sinuous coils
     around that eternal tree.