A Ukrainian Woman’s Opinion of London

I am lucky enough to know a lovely, beautiful, intelligent, witty 32-year-old Ukrainian woman who now lives in France and occasionally visits England for both work and leisure. She speaks five languages, has lived in several different countries, including ones in Asia and Africa, and is a confident and accomplished person. She has a boyfriend of East Asian descent.

Last weekend she stayed in London for four nights. She was excited about it. I was a little worried when she told me she had booked accommodation in Cricklewood, which I lived near for several years and wasn’t a nice place even 25 years ago, but I wished her a good time (I would myself be in Bath and Woke Bristol over the weekend), while warning her to stay aware of her surroundings, of who was near her, and be mindful of her belongings.

She contacted me this morning to tell me about her experience. It was shocking. I had expected her to not like the area as much as she had Belsize Park, where she had stayed previously, but what she told me was horrifying and heartbreaking.

I will now relate directly most of what she told me either through voice messages or text messages. I believe that the following is extremely important because it comes from a foreign visitor to this country, one who has no axe to grind. As I say, she is a sophisticated and worldly woman. Like many others, she will now return to her friends and family abroad and tell them what she found in London. Our reputation will gradually decay and die.

Be warned, any sensitive/PC types reading, she speaks frankly. She speaks as a woman who has not had her common sense and survival instincts washed out of her by Left-wing British educational and media institutions, or her ability to be honest.

“Before, I know there is a lot of immigrants [in London] – ones who are Arabs, Indians etc – but this time, this trip I face it too much, way too much. I started to be annoyed by this. It’s just too much immigrants.

“I’ve seen it before and I saw it other countries but this time… every time I took a bus I saw how many Arabs and Muslim and Indian people were inside. It smelt so bad. I almost wanted to vomit. Being together with these people was so scary because they look at you strange.

“For me it is people with lower intellect. It is bad to say but I feel like these kind of people are a lower level of people. Maybe it’s bad to think like this but it is for me. It screwed up my impression of London very much. Before I avoided it but this time I couldn’t.

“It has ruined my memory of London. These two last two days… I’m sad about it, that it’s ruined. Maybe it’s going to pass but right now I don’t really want to stay in London any more, I want to go somewhere else – other cities where I feel it’s really England. I just think of the poor English people seeing this every day, I really have to pray for them because it’s just terrible, really terrible.

“I understand you want to have people who work for small money but you already pay too much. It’s already become something different. It’s already terrifying. They need to urgently do something with this. They really need to fix it somehow because it’s terrible. I’m sorry.

“Maybe next time it’s going to teach me to choose carefully and try and avoid these kind of areas because I cannot handle that. This is the first time I can’t handle it.

“I was thinking Canary Wharf [where she visited a friend] is nice neighbourhood but it’s not. Around it’s just terrible. I didn’t feel any more I’m in England, I felt like I was in some Middle Eastern country.

“I’m feeling so sad about it. Maybe I just don’t come to London again. If I have any choice I just don’t come at all and experience it again.

“It’s traumatized me. I’m sorry, I’m traumatized by these two days.”

I told her I was very sorry about her experience but that this is the reality of modern-day London – it’s horrible. I sent her a list of places in the capital and places in Britain that should be avoided and those that aren’t as bad. I gave her stats on the radically transformed demographic of the last few decades. I apologised for what politicians had done to my country and said that it was tragic. Our evening communication concluded with these text messages from her:

U can’t imagine how sad I am now

I knew about these problems before

But when u face it by yourself it feels different

I’m traumatised for real

Can’t get over it

I’m sorry for country as well

Specially with the great past u had

So there you have it. An unvarnished opinion from a person who would be an asset to any country, who speaks as she sees (her searing honesty reminds me of the tour guide in Thailand who bluntly told me in 2001 ‘I don’t like Muslims’, or the Battersea woman who around the same time said ‘It was probably blacks’ when we both gazed upon a smashed car in our neighbourhood).

Imagine if, when similar sentiments to my friend’s were expressed by natives in the last several decades, our liberal elite actually listened to them and acted on their concerns, as opposed to calling them nasty words usually beginning with R. We would be in a vastly better state now, and our future wouldn’t be as wretched.

Also, isn’t it interesting that she automatically differentiates between the English and ‘immigrants’ – unlike our political and media class, who bizarrely insist that immigrants become English as soon as they arrive here.

What my Ukrainian friend saw was the crumbling edifice of what was once the world’s greatest city. In a country that has planted human landmines up and down the land. A country that, if I may mix my metaphors, has swallowed a strip of suicide pills and goes on swallowing them.

The eternal tragedy of ridiculous, massive Third World immigration into Britain is now out in the open for those who have eyes to see, including foreign visitors.