Terror-amnesia industry: One Year on – Ariana Grande Concert jihad-bombing, Britain’s worst terror Atrocity has been airbrushed from history

But then it’s like ever other Islamic attack in the West.

Brendan O’Neill, Editor of Spiked:

It’s the first anniversary of the Manchester Arena bombing. A whole year since 22 people, including young girls, were slaughtered at a pop concert. And still British society doesn’t know what to say about this barbaric assault. Or whether we should say anything at all. The speed with which this murderous act disappeared from public consciousness was alarming, and not accidental. We live under a kind of terror-amnesia industry, where we’re constantly discouraged from thinking too hard about the problem of violent Islamism. ‘Don’t look back in anger’, we’re instructed. Lay a flower, shed a tear, and go back to your normal lives. Anyone who refuses to do this, and instead bristles at the new extremism and insists it is something we must talk about and tackle, can expect to be branded an ‘Islamophobe’. The ‘phobe’ slur is used to shame people into silence. The political elites simply don’t trust us to have a civilised debate about testy issues like communal violence, religious extremism, the cultural fraying of British society, the crisis of integration… This is what Manchester revealed: terrorists hold our lives in contempt, and the political set holds our opinions in contempt.

Delingpole: One Year on – Britain’s Worst Terror Atrocity Has Been Airbrushed from History

By James Delingpole, May 22, 2018:

Today marks the first anniversary of the worst atrocity committed on British soil in living memory: the murder of 22 innocents, most of them young girls, and the wounding or maiming of dozens more by a Muslim suicide bomber at a pop concert in Manchester.

I call it the ‘worst’ atrocity because though there have been many incidents that claimed more lives – everything from Nazi V2 rocket attacks to IRA bombings – none was deliberately aimed at slaughtering little girls when they were having fun.

When Salman Abedi blew himself up at the Manchester Arena, he knew was going to hit Western Civilisation at its most tender and vulnerable spot: that’s why he chose a concert by Ariana Grande rather than, say, another comeback tour by the Rolling Stones or the Grateful Dead.

Those girls – the youngest victim, Saffie Rose Roussos, was aged just eight – died for the crime of being carefree young females in a culture which chooses not to hide its womenfolk behind veils or hack off bits of their genitalia at puberty so that they are less likely to enjoy sexual pleasure when they reach adulthood.

Their massacre, let it be stressed, was not just one of those random events that happens from time to time whose explanation remains an utter mystery. Like 9/11 and 7/7, like the destruction of Palmyra and the Buddhas of Bamiyan, like the killing and near-beheading on the London streets of the soldier Lee Rigby (today is the anniversary of that too), it was a calculated act of war by Islamic fundamentalists who are perfectly open about their plans for the world: they want us all to submit to the will of Allah, following the example of such paradises on earth as Islamic-state controlled-Syria and Taliban-ruled Afghanistan.

So, a pretty big deal then, for Western Civilisation, you might think: a watershed moment in which radical Islam upped the ante to a hideous new pitch of awfulness.

“From now on, even your kids are fair game!” it told us.

And how did we rise to this challenge?

Well we didn’t.

Instead we did what the wildebeest do after one or two of their calves have been taken by a croc: move on, nothing to see here.