by PAUL HOLLRAH
“….The government has abandoned us. They have decided to make of Calais a (wasteland), and if we don’t move we will be burdened with all the migrants of France here and we are finished. We are dead. And the Calaisians are like sheep. I don’t understand them. Yesterday I was in that (anti-Islam) demonstration; I was in the middle of it with my husband, my son, and friends. And there was General (Christian) Piquemal… And what I saw yesterday I won’t hide it from you. I could not sleep all night because I have reviewed the scene incessantly. They did not talk about it on the TV, the radio, not even in the newspapers. We saw him arrested, manhandled like a thief. He who, after all, is a French icon, an image of France who deserves respect and all the honours due to his rank. Like a thug, we saw him pushed to the ground. The policeman put his foot on his neck. I promise you. We saw it.
“Even the merchants have lost 40-60 percent of their income, whereas before, Calais was a flourishing city; it was lively, animated, gay. There were always foreigners during the summer holidays and at the end-of-year celebrations. Today, there is nothing left. All the shops that had opened in the centre of town have closed down, one after the other. Calais is a dead town… And when they come into town armed with their iron bars and their Molotov cocktails, watch out.
“And let’s speak about Madame Bouchart, the Mayor of Calais (hisses and boos). I will tell you what I call her. I call her ‘the slug.’ Yes, because the longer it is since she was elected mayor of Calais, the fatter she gets. And frankly, she does nothing for the residents of Calais. She got millions of Euros in assistance for the residents of Calais. It was for helping the Calaisians, to help them in finding employment. The first thing she organized was the construction of containers to house the migrants. She had them made in Brittany, not even in Calais. The only jobs she created in Calais… I know it because I have a friend who was offered one… were fifty jobs to clean up the crap left by the migrants… Voila! The jobs proposed by Mme. Bouchart.
“And now there is something more: the ‘No Borders’ (organization). It is the worst rabble you can have because they are the ones who push the illegals we have in Calais to create havoc. Let’s call it ‘screw things up,’ but it’s much worse than that. They are at the four corners of town with their walkie-talkies giving orders. I have seen the riot police retreat before the migrants. This made me cry because I told myself that’s not normal. It’s not normal. We are in our homes, we are in ourcountry, we are in our town. The riot police should rather order the migrants to step back, and not the reverse. So they demonstrate because they want €2,000 pocket money per month… They want a car, and also a house, of course.
“Let’s speak about houses. When we see that Mme. Bouchart has evicted people from their homes in Calais, which were close to the zone of ‘Les Dunes,’ because it was not viable for them. Because the migrants were too close, they suffered attacks, theft, and more. She has evicted them even though they paid their rent. Even I, they are evicting me from my house next month. They are taking my house from me, and yet we have always been honest. But it’s too long a story. There was a judgment and they will sell my house next month, when there is nothing we can be reproached with.
“My husband is sick; he has cancer… but never mind. The French have to be crushed, they have to be evicted. One has to take everything from them to leave the space for the rabble who want to colonize us. And they tell us these are ‘cultural enrichments’ for us. I ask myself where their cultural riches are. Because if it is to sack, to destroy, to steal, to rape, and so on, the French were fully capable of doing it themselves. One only has to ask…”