I have warned for years. Against Islamization, against clan loyalty, against a society where democracy can be used to abolish democracy, and against a development that would eventually reach a point of no return. Now I am standing where I never wanted to stand – and wishing more than ever that I had been wrong.
Warning: This is going to be one of the most personal texts I have ever written. If you are sensitive to things that are usually labeled “cringe,” you should therefore stop reading here, or continue at your own risk.
On Sunday, September 13, an abyss opened up at my feet, an abyss at the edge of which I am now balancing, and whose darkness my eyes cannot avoid. It is as if all of Sweden – the Sweden I have called my home, the Sweden my parents over countless generations have built for me and my children, the Sweden I have loved with all my heart – has been swallowed without leaving a trace.
Did “my Sweden” even exist, or are all my memories hallucinations? Given how quickly the change has happened, and how profound it has been, perhaps it is not so strange to ask oneself whether the Sweden of my childhood ever existed at all – my own children have never experienced a safe school, residential areas where no one locked their doors, or where no one had ever heard of “humiliation robberies,” “honor culture,” or “gang rapes.”
Or “clan voting.” Or “cross rocket.”
In fact, I should not be the least bit surprised. Before the election, I returned several times, in articles and podcast episodes, to the fact that this would be a decisive election for Sweden, and I am among those who, for many years, have warned about precisely what we saw happen on election night.
I have warned that we would reach PONOR – point of no return – the point where there is no way back, no matter how much one regrets it. I have written about the danger of taking one’s freedom for granted. I have written about democracy’s Achilles’ heel: that democracy can be used to abolish democracy. I have written about the danger of Islamization. I have pointed out that Sweden has welcomed a large number of people who hate us and our society. I have written about how Swedes cannot understand the difference between individualism and group loyalty – or what consequences that difference can have for a society, a nation, and its individuals.
The price I have had to pay for that has been high. Despite this, there are many of us who have warned, and we have warned for a long time. Without result. People have not wanted to listen. Instead, the majority have chosen to look the other way and call us far-right extremists, racists, and Nazis. That is why the negative development has continued, up to – and beyond – PONOR.
And now we are there.
By the narrowest possible margin, voters have voted for a red-green government. The election result is exclusively due to increased voter turnout among immigrants, and at the time of writing, thousands of cases of suspected electoral fraud have been reported. But we are unlikely to see a new election – after all, according to the Social Democrats and the media, it was the “right” result.
An election official is caught on film “helping” a voter choose the right (Social Democratic) party inside the voting booth. Photo: Screenshot Facebook/Richard Conricus
Fully aware that you cannot prove anything through a “what if” argument, I still cannot let it go: What if it had been the other way around? What if Tidö had won by three seats, and it had turned out that Sweden Democrat candidates had driven their neighbors and relatives to polling stations, provided them with pre-marked ballots and a five-hundred-kronor note as a thank-you? What if social media had been filled with cheerful calls for ethnic Swedes now to influence politics so that it benefits their own group? Would that, too, have been allowed to pass with a media yawn, or would demands for resignations, invalidation, and a new election have echoed all the way to Brussels?
Now, in any case, it is quiet. Apparently, neither foreign interference nor gang crime was particularly serious after all.
The consequence is that we now have immigrant members of parliament with criminal backgrounds and, to put it mildly, inadequate knowledge of the Swedish language, members whose primary goal is to benefit their own ethnic and/or religious group.
I could say “what did we tell you?”, but sometimes that is the last thing one wants to say.
I would so much rather have been wrong. Right now, I wish for nothing more than to be able to say that I was wrong. But I was not wrong.
For the past two weeks, I have therefore suffered from writer’s block unlike anything I have ever experienced before. Writing feels meaningless. What words can describe what is happening in Sweden, or what I, as a Swede, feel? Can I even describe what I feel without being judged for it? What words can change anything? Or have words ceased to have any meaning? Does anything matter anymore? Is it over?
Probably. Because now there is no way back.
Sweden is lost.
These are dramatic words, which should not be used carelessly. So let me explain why I utter them: Sweden’s demographic transformation continues and will, with great certainty, accelerate under a red-green government. In this election, more than one in six voters were born outside the country – the majority came from cultures where the individual is subordinate to the collective and obeys religious authorities. At the next election, that proportion will be even larger, while Swedes will continue to vote as individuals.
It will therefore be extremely difficult for the shrinking group of ethnic Swedes to influence the coming elections.
But if anything can have a greater impact than what I have just listed, it is this: The forces that want to crush our democracy and freedom – or, to use a more dramatic choice of words, want to take over Sweden – have now been given encouragement. Now they know what power they actually have. Now they see new opportunities. If they could influence the election result through such limited efforts – how could they not influence society if they really tried..?
There, right there, is where we are now.
The floodgates are open, and everyone knows that the mechanism for closing them has been put out of operation. The water is slowly but surely rising around Mother Svea. Only the imagination sets limits to what awaits us next.
