Apparently, there are at least 800 Australian useful idiots who think so and are ready and willing to eat the crap sandwich made up of two slices of stale bread piled high with rancid Muslim lies and propaganda, aka talking points from the Muslim supremacist manual of how to deceive unbelievers.
ABC (h/t Adrian G) A group of Melbourne Muslim women are breaking down intolerance and furthering understanding using an unconventional approach—speed dating. We are here as Muslim women who believe in a progressive Islamic agenda. (No kidding? Why am I not surprised that something this stupid would be an idea from the left, Muslim or otherwise)
‘The questions can be as benign as “Why do you wear your headbag? Do you sleep in it?” to “How do Islam and feminism co-exist? Are Islam and democracy in conflict or do they work together?” Or, “Is there a bomb under your headbag? Are you wearing a suicide belt under your baggy clothes?” “How often do you think about cutting my head off?”
Assafiri’s Brunswick cafe Moroccan Deli-cacy plays host to a group of Muslim women who answer questions that punters might otherwise be too afraid to ask. The cafe seats 50 people. More than 800 registered for the last event.
‘We all need to interrogate the assumptions we carry,’ says Assafiri. ‘It is as much us as Muslim women reaffirming our speaking position as it is expressing who we are to an audience that respectfully wants to hear outside and beyond the stereotype that they understand.’
‘Experiences like this also serve to teach us about ourselves and one-another. One of the Muslim women said to me, “I’ve never sat opposite a bikie before.” That was amazing.’ (Watch out, your father might honor kill you if he learns you were talking to a “bikie”)
Assafiri says Australian Muslim women are still routinely harassed and abused in public. ‘I know women who have been spat on on trains and had their headbags pulled off. I’ve had beer cans and eggs thrown at my car and have been rammed off a freeway.
The ‘speed-dating’ sessions have attracted a mixed crowd so far. At one table, two Year 12 students from a Christian college in Melbourne’s eastern suburbs listen earnestly to their ‘date’.
Nearby, a former nun called Michaela says she’s ‘hunting a Muslim’ for the committee of her interfaith network. She’s warm and enthusiastic about the session, but her line of questioning becomes sharp when she starts pushing one of the Muslim women on the Prophet Muhammad and the Invasion of Banu Qurayza, a battle described in the quran.
Michaela’s reading on the subject extends beyond that of Asil, the Muslim volunteer she’s asking, who becomes flustered and eventually needs to take a few minutes alone. (Oh My! An infidel who actually knows the ugly and sordid truth about Islam)
It’s a tiny encounter, but it’s indicative of the tensions that can emerge even in places of tolerance. (Tolerance, of course, is a one-way street when dealing with Muslims. We must tolerate them, the most intolerant people on earth, but they are not required to tolerate us)