George’s ShockBlog Dec 2015
Bad Journalism Hides Migrant Fraudsters
An experienced
television journalist should ignore all those who push themselves to the front
to be interviewed. On the migrant routes through the Balkans they are smilers
with good teeth and lovable kids, and claim to be brain-surgeons or museum
curators, chased from good jobs in Aleppo. What the astute journalist should be
going-after are all those young men to
be seen in the background, pulling hoodies over their faces. They make-up the suspicious
twenty percent of migrants, who have all remembered to bring their phones and
chargers, their designer change of trainers, and iPads, but inexplicably have
all ‘lost’ their passports. Many carry forged papers showing them to have
credentials usually denied to illiterates, such as accountants and doctors. And
how I long to see them interviewed. But modern journalism is peopled with the
timid, the indifferent and the incurious, bred of the BBC courses designed to
elevate the undeserving children of the BBC, whereas our old-style journalism
would soon have revealed the truth of those face-coverers.
In my experience of
war-zones I suspect that many are deserter soldiers who have done terrible
things, or are fresh out of prisons, or are part of gangs hurrying towards
Europe for a bit of embezzlement. But why is it so difficult to sit each one at
a desk with a skilled interviewer, and triage them; divide them into genuine
asylum-seekers, and crooks on the run? After all, we did that in 1945, when
some six million European refugees were sorted that way. That’s how we cornered
Himmler, who bit into a cyanide capsule saving us the bother. And we caught
many, many of wanted Death-Camp guards who ended their lives upon our knotted
ropes.
One may justifiably blame
a kind of Political Correctness, upon Who’s rules one must not decide upon culpability
by interview alone, but should wait until they have committed further crimes
upon our undefended population. You see, the Lower Middle Classes who make-up
our administrative front line can only recognise people like themselves;
straight-laced, plausible, and a little bit dull. They have no experience of
shysters and con-men, of articulate spivs and spin-monkeys, and wet-lashed
head-leaning fraudsters only wanting a little bit of money to get their
daughter back home her much-needed eye operation so that she can see out of her
one good eye.
I have spent years
in poor countries, and know every excuse for begging, and every form of
parasitism upon the wealthier populations, and spot the amiable cheats even
before they have sat down. Perhaps the first line of European defence would be
to train thousand or two to engage those
crop-headed young men in a hurry to join the West, and to demand some evidence
for their sob-stories.
