This Business As Usual, is an admirable attitude that helped the British people survive the Nazi Blitz during WWII.
But this is not the Blitz.
Because during the Blitz, the British were not afraid to say who their enemy was. Having identified their enemy, they fought their enemy and defeated their enemy. They didn’t just express their horror, or send their thoughts, or say a prayer, or light a candle, or hold a vigil.
Actually it is Business As Usual, because Business As Usual is the unwillingness to challenge the Islamic political ideology that infests British school curriculums, infects British media and is rampant in so-called “charities” which channel donations to fund terrorism. This Business As Usual is also preached in sermons in British mosques and can be heard in city parks. Business As Usual, spews out hate against Jews and Christians, Business As Usual vilifies Zionists, Business As Usual marches on English cobbled streets and demands the implementation of Sharia Law. Business As Usual ensures that British Jewish schools, British Jewish institutions and British synagogues, need protection night and day.
From personal experience, I can say that after a terror attack life is NOT Business As Usual. And it never can be Business As Usual, because murder is the most cosmic and irreparable violation known to both man and mankind. Murder steals from families and plunders the unborn generations. Murder grieves friends. Murder rips out souls from communities. Murder wounds a nation and murder irreparably damages our world.
Business As Usual is the familiar scenes of personal, emotional and collective carnage. This is how things will be until the people decide that they are not prepared to tolerate this Business As Usual. No longer will they be prepared to deny the reality. No longer will they refrain from rooting out this evil. And no longer in the name of free speech, will they allow the vilification, or the arrest of, those who speak out against it.
But until they do that, Business As Usual will be an ever-familiar sight of British policemen and ambulance men, scraping parts of children off the walls of the likes of a cultural arena.
You can read my story of surviving a brutal, Palestinian machete attack, which murdered my friend Kristine Luken here.