ANJEM CHOUDHARY, the Wolfie Smith of Islamic fundamentalism, has had his latest organisation, Muslims Against the Crusades, banned by the Home Secretary. Of course, he will quickly make up a new name and continue to burn poppies on Remembrance Sunday; while the nation (or hopefully, most of it at least) are remembering the sacrifices that our service men and women have made on our behalf.
Choudhary is an attention seeker who has called for the assassination of the Pope, branded Christmas as an evil celebration, and suggested that Muslims will have more children and take over Britain. This latter observation is not too far from the truth considering the 250,000 abortions undertaken annually in this country.
Under our current set up, there is only one thing to do to stop this man’s self-publicist impulses, and that would be to give him a place on the next series of Big Brother. All he craves is his 15 minutes of fame. If he really had any genuine sympathy for the Muslim cause he has spent most of his life pursuing, he would have done what many British Muslims have already done, and departed these shores for Pakistan to be trained to fight in Afghanistan.
But the martyrdom many Muslim’s seem to thirst for by fighting the infidel, does not appeal to Anjem Choudhary. No, his niche is coming up with the most offensive slogans he is capable of, and then garnering the maximum publicity from them. Like some copy writer in an ad agency his equivalent to, ‘Go to work on an egg’, is ' … Hell for Heroes’, the title of a demonstration that he and his small band of cowardly mujahedeen planned in opposition to our presence in Afghanistan.
Well, at least we have a presence in Afghanistan, while Anjem Choudhary, it seems, wishes to stay as far away from the place as he can. Taking on NATO is not for our role playing martyr. Not for him the vagaries of the sniper’s bullet; not for him the nightly sweats, wondering whether a drone has targeted him as he drives from A to B in some part of northern Pakistan.
Choudhary not only insults the sacrifices of those he sees as the enemies of Islam; he also affronts the sacrifices made by his own kind who have martyred themselves for the cause that he can only support at a comfortable distance, in a country where he is free to speak his mind and test this freedom to its limits; and when the patience of the country has worn thin, he still remains free.
CHOUDHARY’S CONTRIBUTION to the struggle entails no real sacrifice. His martyrdom entails not death but only publicity. Publicity designed to outrage the British public. But if for one moment he thought that, as happens in the Muslim world, his offending behaviour would lead to his real martyrdom, then he would be more selective over his choice of words.
Choudhary represents the exhibitionist coward. He knows that he cannot be taken from the streets and tortured as many Libyans and Egyptians were before the Arab Spring. He knows that he will face at worse, a comfortable cell in an open prison somewhere in England where he will enjoy all the facilities of a British seaside guest house circa 1960.
Not for him the fear of looking up to the sky in half expectation of an American drone discharging its munitions in his direction. No, for Choudhary, it is the simple life. He and his little band of brothers prefer to stand on street corners hurling abuse, knowing they will be protected from public’s anger by the British police; while harvesting the publicity that his little acts of petulance are guaranteed to cause.
The worst thing we can do is to give this seeker of media hype what he craves; we should treat him with the satire he deserves, instead of taking him as seriously as he wishes us to. He is an embarrassment to his own cause, and would willingly accept a Big Brother contract if he could no longer get our attention .
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