A Reader Has A Peculiar Demand Of Peter Brimelow
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From: Jennifer Aird [e-mail her]

Re: Peter Brimelow

Dear Peter:

Let me try to understand where you are coming from.

About five hundred years ago, your ancestors were suffering and poor in a loveless country called England. So they up and left for a better life over in the New World.

When they arrived there, was it an empty and barren land? I'll give you the benefit of the doubt, and assume that you know that there were people living in North America when the colonialists landed. The names of a great many geographic regions in America are, in fact, derived from Native American etymological origins.

You see, before the natives there were other races in North America. Then the Europeans migrated. Now other cultures are doing the same as was done so many times before.

Keep in mind, Peter Brimelow, that European settlers have only been residents in North America for approximately 500 years, whereas Native Americans have been resident there for about 8000 to 15000 years, give or take a couple, before the white colonialists left their crummy domestic situations in Europe to settle.

Yet, for some strange reason, white people still cling to the belief that America is theirs. I say, "BULLPOOP", and a whole load of it!

Why are you so afraid of these foreign people?  What is making a difference in the lives of people and what compels people to come to a place is always economics. Your ancestors came here because they were promised prosperity and better lives than the ones they were living—even in Great Britain!

America has thrived on its great self-promotion, and prides itself on its reputation as one of the wealthiest nations in the world.

If it has so much wealth then why can it not afford to share it with people who are less fortunate

It is at times like these, when people are looking to protect themselves against their harsh economic realities, that they start to look for someone to blame for their troubles.

Of course, the last one in is the loser, and that's the illegal immigrant.

And is there nothing to be said for the capitalization upon the Third World by the countries of the First World? If you take it as your right to be the imperialist wherever you desire, then perhaps, it is not so unfair for foreigners, in turn, to take advantage of what you have.

This business about an immigration problem is totally crap. The problem is that the present economic system is not friendly to the majority of the world's population wherever they live.

Foreigners are not the cause of your cash flow strain. Nor are they are the reason that you don't enjoy life so much anymore.

Be a responsible human being, look at things in context, and stop having wet dreams about your mother! 

Peter Brimelow writes: What?

Wet dreams seem to be an immigrant enthusiast preoccupation. This is from the Afterword to the Paperback Edition of Alien Nation: Common Sense About America's Immigration Disaster:

In Fort Lauderdale, I went into WFTL-AM's studio to appear on Al Rantel's wild and woolly talk show. Rantel's sometime sidekick Rick Seiderman turned out to be particularly eager to challenge any idea of criticizing immigration.

"Look at you," he said at one point across the microphone. "You look like Adolf Hitler's wet dream."

I believe that people like Seiderman actually have no idea what effect this sort of attack, so casually and constantly made, has upon those who have to endure it. It lights a small point of incandescent rage deep inside you, like the steadily encircling campfires of a besieging army at night.

Of course, you are not allowed to respond in anger. So I just said mildly: "My father spent six and a half years fighting Hitler." (World War II began for Britain in 1939.)

"Did he win?" demanded Seiderman, aggressively unimpressed. It was one of those moments in debate when a reply comes unbidden, both for my poor father, dead five years, and indeed for my mortally wounded land of origin.

"No," I said with a sudden bitterness. "He lost."

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