Posted by Exile on October 14, 2008
Having had good reason to travel all the way to Germany last weekend, a group of friends plus myself took a week off work and made a late holiday of it. Our business concluded, we journeyed off to Brussels.
The last time I was there was in September last year. I was there for the SIOE demonstration that was so badly mauled by the Belgian police at the invitation of mayor Freddie Thieleman. Well, I hope he’s happy now because as far as I could see, Brussels is lost to us. The demography has shifted, the white people are leaving in droves and the town looks even more depressed than it did a year ago. I will not be going back there again. Ever. The centre of Brussels is encircled by a ring of foreign occupation that stretches out in every direction round the old city. It doesn’t feel safe to be out after twelve at night. The town is beginning to decay. Gangs of youngsters hang around on street corners most of the evening and when they get bored they appear to amuse themselves by setting fire to the piles of rubbish that adorn the streets and then wait for the fire services and police to arrive. It happened every evening in the area of our hotel, which was no further than 1000 metres from “Le Grand Plads”. Even if it didn’t come to violence, the tension in the air was obvious.
Poor old Brussels. Once magnificent, now slowly dying, is a non-European multicultural disaster area.
Don’t go there. It isn’t worth the bother any more.