The recent hordes of ‘children’ flooding over the southern borders is just about that.
It wasn’t hard to stand strong against illegal immigration when it was young males. It became slightly more difficult when it became females of child-bearing age, or families.
But ‘children’?!?
I read a book a couple of years ago. It’s out of print now. Was then, too, but I hit up Amazon for a used copy, which I’ve since resold. (For a profit. I’m capitalist to the core.) The book is Camp of the Saints, published in 1973 in French because it has a French author, Jean Raspail. It’s been translated into English, though, and if you’re interested, you can find it in full here.
Quick synopsis? An upheaval in the East results in a mass exodus of completely destitute refugees who decide to land in France. Everybody knows it’s the end of France, but nobody is willing to do anything to stop them because it just simply wouldn’t be humane.
It just isn’t humane. One set of morals and values is exactly as worthwhile as another set, unless one of the sets is that lump of Euro-centric Judeo-Christian ethos that is the foundation upon which modern society rose out of the forests and fields to do literature and music and art and architecture and medicine and OMG! RIGHTS!, in which case ANY ethos is superior to those old dead white guys.
So send in the kids. Nobody is going to stop KIDS! They’re innocent. Guileless. And the perfect shills for a regime bent on tearing down everything we’ve put together. “It’s for the children!” was bad enough when it was OUR children, but now it’s those poor little waifs who aspire to a life of American ‘poverty’, because our ‘poverty’ includes TV and indoor plumbing and EBT cards and government housing which, if compared to a Guatemalan slum, is positively palatial.
In the story, the protagonist watched France end, buried by the hordes that France was too good to stop.
1973. Prescient.























