The Idea That If People

Americans Have Always Welcomed People Of All Backgrounds, Religions, And Races. It's A Spirit Of Tolerance, Now Energized And Amplified By The Cult Of Multiculturalism.

It Was Friday, July 24, 1992, When I Stepped On The Train. Every Year I Think Of It. I See It As My Real Birthday: The Birth Of Me As A Person, Making Decisions About My Life On My Own. I Was Not Running Away From Islam, Or To Democracy. I Didn't Have Any Big Ideas Then. I Was Just A Young Girl And Wanted Some Way To Be Me; So I Bolted Into The Unknown.

I Want People To Emphasize Life Before Death As Opposed To Life After Death.

My Brother Thinks It Is Very, Very Bad That I Left Islam. My Half-sister Wants To Convert Me Back; I Want To Convert Her To Western Values. My Mum Is Terrified That When I Die, And We All Go To God, I Will Be Burned.

Let Us Recognize That We Can No Longer Tolerate Violent Oppression Of Women In The Name Of Religion And Culture Any More Than We Would Tolerate Violent Oppression Espoused By Any Other Bully In The Name Of A Twisted Rationale.