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This is a valuable book, written in 1972, that I read almost 8 years ago. Everyone should read it.

Jean Raspail—Our Cassandra

By Jonathan Chaves

At a recent lunch at McCormick & Schmick's Seafood, on K St. near 16th St. in Washington, D.C.—Ground Zero in the planning and enforcement of a new, completely "multicultural" United States of America—a friend capped the excellent meal of Cajun-spiced sea scallops with an even finer dessert: the gift of a book I had never heard of, by a writer unknown to me (although, as I would find, familiar to many conservatives), The Camp of the Saints by Jean Raspail (b. 1925).

"I know you'll love it, after our conversation last week!" he said; and how right he turned out to be, even though I am the kind of person who loves to recommend books to others, while rarely taking advice on what to read.

I would later learn that Raspail's stunningly prophetic and apocalyptic fantasy of the denizens of the Third World effortlessly taking over the First was published (incredibly!) in 1973 in Paris, as Le Camp des Saints, and translated into English by Norman Shapiro (at the time, a professor of Romance Languages and Literatures at Wesleyan), and published in New York by Charles Scribner's just two years later.

It was never issued in England, although Derek Turner, the redoubtable editor of Right Now! has recently called attention to the latest of several American editions, published by Social Contract Press, in Petoskey, Michigan (1996).

After just a few pages, I knew that I was in the presence of one of the tiny handful of thinkers and writers who have grasped the demonically suicidal psychology of what is left of the West, but one who has laid it out more fully and accurately than anyone else—with the sole exception of Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn (whom Raspail quotes in one of the three epigraphs to the novel).

Raspail imagines that a convoy of rustbucket ships, a "Last Chance Armada", sets out from the Ganges laden with a million impoverished refugees, who simply head West, finally landing on the southern coast of France and moving northwards, effortlessly taking over the new "paradise" they had come in search of. The French either withdraw in fear, or, on the contrary, gleefully rush to greet their new "brothers", only to be trampled, or absorbed, or simply ignored by the advancing mass.

Once it becomes apparent that France has fallen with hardly a shot being fired, other convoys follow, from Africa, Indonesia, and other locales throughout the globe. . . . It is the end of the West.

Today, we know for certain the truth of what Raspail saw over a quarter of a century ago. But we realize that it is happening, not in one sudden uprising, but rather in an inexorable series of waves, breaking upon our shores without respite.

Our entire cultural establishment—the professoriate (to which I belong), the press, both print and electronic, the entertainment industry, and much of the clergy—assure us that not only is this a problem only for "bigots" and "fascists," but that we should on the contrary "celebrate" this glorious transformation of our nation into a new, "multicultural" world where all traditional barriers have come down, removing any possible cause for conflict and war!

This lie, like most successful lies, has seemed to have had some grain of truth in the USA. We are a "nation of immigrants", so any type and any magnitude of immigration must be a good thing; we are all familiar with this tired argument. But how did it come about that the exact same thing has been happening in France, England, Germany, Spain, Italy. . . .places where presumably people have known who they are, have had a sense of identity grounded in the centuries?

This puzzled me for years. It does so no longer, because Raspail shows that the same force is at work on both sides of the Atlantic. He calls it "The Monster."

The Monster is Raspail's term for the whole mind-set of the cultural elites, based on a false sense of guilt for enjoying the benefits of Western civilization while entire countries wallow in poverty. He shows how journalists especially, but indeed the entire opinion-making spectrum of the society, successfully have implanted into the minds and hearts of virtually the entire population this thought:

"Far be it from us to pass judgment. Far better to think of these poor, homeless souls as citizens of the world, in search of their promised land."

This is how the novel portrays a French government minister, at a press conference, openly acknowledging that "our hearts"—rather than our heads—"are at issue." In other words, sentimentality trumps reason. And Raspail lays out unsparingly the fact that the "agitators" in the West itself who yearn to see its destruction

"aim for those remote lobes of the brain where remorse, self-reproach, and self-hate, pricked by thousands of barbs, come bursting out, spreading their leukemia cells through a once healthy body."

Such is "The Monster," the now internalized, false repentance of the West, a form of terminal decadence.
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Jonathan Chaves is Professor of Chinese at The George Washington University in Washington D.C.