“The fears that mass migration has stoked about cultural change” is a coy way of sidling up to the way I put it in America Alone – that culture trumps economics. Pakistanis came to Yorkshire because the mills needed workers. The mills closed anyway, but the workers stayed, and built their mosques and madrassahs. Today, as I mentioned on Tucker’s show a few weeks back, automation (and predictions that it will eliminate 30 per cent of all jobs) ends any economic rationale for mass immigration. That leaves little else to justify it except virtue-signaling. Which is more than enough, judging by the hysteria that greets anybody who seriously questions demographically transformative immigration policies. Fukuyama isn’t quite ready to concede the cultural point to Huntington, and attempts instead to sidestep it…
He has half a point here. Yes, many young western Muslims, the children and grandchildren of comparatively assimilated immigrants, choose a global Islamic “identity” for themselves. Likewise, many secular westerners choose one of the exciting and ever multiplying array of sexual “identities”. But it seems to me that both these phenomena are at least partly responses to the assault we have waged on our own culture and civilization this past half-century. Who wants to identify with a culture that reviles its own past, that blames itself for everything, that demolishes its statuary and denounces its greatest figures and insists that, while multiculturalism posits the equal value of all cultures, if you have to pick a villain pick the culture that built the modern world? In the void of modern western identity, people look elsewhere: Some find the new one-size-fits-all Islam, others find “intersexuality”.
In the end, however, one of these is real, and the other isn’t. And in those societies where the one butts up against the other (Denmark, say) the one that is real will one day steamroller the other.
The one that considers its culture worth bothering to defend will always win, however ass-backwards, primitive, and immiserating it may be in every conceivable way. In any clash between ruthless savagery and enervated, effete, weak-kneed modernity, the way to bet couldn’t be more obvious.