It’s now formally underway. And, of course, the media is still temporizing its coverage with sob stories about the poor migrants who just want a better life in someone else’s nation:
As more mayhem unfolds before me, I would challenge any liberal progressive to witness such troubling scenes and still advocate for open borders.
With migrants lurking with listless boredom on every street corner, in squares, avenues and bridge underpasses, forcing locals to cower in their homes, Ceuta today does not look like anyone’s idea of a utopia.
Tearful Sid didn’t seem much of a threat. But you don’t need to travel far to sense disquiet here.
Some migrants queue outside the small number of shops prepared to serve them. Most don’t want their custom.
Normally on a Saturday the city parks and beaches are alive with families and the sounds of children playing. Apart from the police, the military and a few hardy Spanish souls, the only people visible in Ceuta yesterday were migrants, seemingly from across Africa. For sure, some were friendly, but the locals’ deep unease was understandable.
‘They’ve taken over the city,’ said a police officer. ‘Look around you. It may as well be Morocco because all the Spaniards are indoors.’
If the Spanish people don’t fight back, they will lose their land. Again. And don’t forget that last time, it took them seven centuries to get it back and evict all of the invaders.
I don’t think the second Spanish Inquisition will be as merciful as the first one. And the next Franco isn’t going to be as circumspect as the previous one.