Once upon a time in Leicester…
The purpose of multi-cultural political correctness is clear as day in the case of Rhea Page of Leicester, the ‘white bitch’ in this under-reported incident. She exchanged foul words with four liquored-up, closely related Somali women, who aren’t accustomed to alcohol and they all beat her down, kicking her repeatedly until the police showed up.
Extremist groups will normally make a meal of such incidents but this story apparently doesn’t constitute a blip on the radar, most likely because Miss Page was accompanied by her boyfriend and his testimony about what he did during the melee is unclear. The likelihood these Somalis came to Britain as asylum seeking refugees is in no doubt but using the fracas as a ‘bite of the hand that fed them’ scenario wasn’t ever played out.
In the mainstream, it’s already been forgotten but naturally, people online are quite incensed. The literal plea was temporary insanity wrapped up in a sensible package and Judge Robert Brown correctly chose to diffuse matters that could have kicked things up a notch into the political arena. But just because something is correct, that doesn’t make it right, his hands were tied and he washed them off the best he could.
Let’s step back for a moment and consider how any justice might actually have been served to everyone’s satisfaction from outside the political correctness zone. When white Europeans are banged up abroad, busted as drug mules in places like Thailand, governments generally request these individuals be returned to their own countries to finish out their sentence closer to home, some cases succeed but most don’t as a rule.
The plea always involves a misunderstanding of local cultural mores, which western governments push as the obstacle for their citizens being denied a bona fide justice. That dreadful game is about greed and a quick buck so very few foreign prosecutors buy the line unless it can somehow be turned into political capital to their advantage. When all’s said and done, most prisoners deserve what they got for utter stupidity.
Handing miscreants over to their own people for interrogation and or punishment is one of those ancient customs men followed back when the Law made sense. A couple of years ago, Civitas reported there were as many as 85 Sharia Law courts openly operating in the UK yet little if anything is known on how they go about their business or where the canings and lashings are carried out, head-chopping is a mystery too.
Since courts are guided by expert advice in every aspect of case-building, did it not behoove Judge Brown to at least call in Sharia experts to decide what level of insanity the inebriated harpies had reached? Would it not have been wiser to learn what kind of sentence Islamic Law prescribes and then proceed to it’s British equivalent, sans violence? The truth is that the system prefers you don’t know about Sharia in the UK.
As long as their legal determinations settle matters amongst the Muslims themselves, they serve a good purpose that could never be matched by western legal eagles. It’s notable that when quasi-jurisdiction spills over in cases like Miss Page’s, the hot potato lands in normal courts to remind Britons that it’s better if someone is injured than to break the silent agreement and pretend that bad apples don’t exist in refugee circles.
What’s done is done, all we’re have left is a lot of whys and hows. When confronted with a threat to one’s person, modern statutes demand that we allow the injury to happen for fear of something worse, a game of Mom and Pop in the prison cell already reserved for the unwitting who still think justice reigns. We could go on for several pages but the true anomaly here is the role Miss Page’s boyfriend played throughout.
Mr. Lewis Moore smiles from the murky depths of the Daily Mail and believes he did the right thing but his detractors don’t. An un-femmed-up man would defend his girl come hell or high water and they particularly wonder why the Somalis still have all their teeth. When people behave like animals, femininity is an absent variable but this is modern Britain, love it or leave it. Mogadishu has a nice enough year round climate!