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I Come From A World Where The Word 'trauma' Doesn't Exist, Because We Are Too Poor. I Didn't Have An Easy Life Compared To The Average European. But Compared To The Average African, It Wasn't All That Bad.

In A Sense, My Grandmother Was Living In The Iron Age. There Was No System Of Writing Among The Nomads. Metal Artifacts Were Rare And Precious.... The First Time She Saw A White Person My Grandmother Was In Her Thirties: She Thought This Person's Skin Had Burned Off.

Islam Was Like A Mental Cage. At First, When You Open The Door, The Caged Bird Stays Inside: It Is Frightened. It Has Internalized Its Imprisonment. It Takes Time For Bird To Escape, Even After Someone Has Opened The Doors To Its Cage.

I Believe That The Dysfunctional Muslim Family Constitutes A Real Threat To The Very Fabric Of Western Life. It Is In The Family That Children Are Groomed To Practise, Promote And Pass On The Norms Of Their Parents' Culture.

The Veil Deliberately Marks Women As Private And Restricted Property, Nonpersons. The Veil Sets Women Apart From Men And Apart From The World; It Restrains Them, Confines Them, Grooms Them For Docility. A Mind Can Be Cramped Just As A Body May Be, And A Muslim Veil Blinkers Both Your Vision And Your Destiny. It Is The Mark Of A Kind Of Apartheid, Not The Domination Of A Race But Of A Sex.