Sick And Tired Of It

A children’s tale

A mother and her young boy are gathering mushrooms in the Dutch forest. The boy finds some poisonous
ones. The mother explains that there are good mushrooms and poisonous ones, and, as they go home, says:
Look, Frans, human beings in this world are like the mushrooms in the forest. There are good mushrooms and there are good people. There are poisonous, bad mushrooms and there are bad people. And we have to be on our guard against bad people just as we have against poisonous mushrooms. Do you understand that?
Yes, mother, Frans replies. I understand that in dealing with bad people trouble may arise, just as when one eats a poisonous mushroom. One may even die!

And do you know, too, who these bad men are, these poisonous mushrooms of mankind? the mother continued. Frans slaps his chest in pride: Of course I know, mother! They are the Muslims! Our teacher has often told us about them.
The mother praises her boy for his intelligence, and goes on to explain the different kinds of poisonous Muslims: the Muslim tradesman, the imam, the halal butcher, the Muslim lawyer, the converted Muslim, and so on. However they disguise themselves, or however friendly they try to be, affirming a thousand times their good intentions to us, one must not believe them. Muslims they are and Muslims they remain. For our people they are poison.
Like the poisonous mushroom! says Frans.
Yes, my child! Just as a single poisonous mushrooms can kill a whole family, so a solitary Muslim can destroy a whole village, a whole city, even an entire people.
Frans has understood.
Tell me, mother, do all non-Muslims know that the Muslim is as dangerous as a poisonous mushroom?
Mother shakes her head.
Unfortunately not, my child. There are millions of non-Muslims who do not yet know the Muslims. So we have to enlighten people and warn them against the Muslims. Our young people, too, must be warned. Our boys and girls must learn to know the Muslim. They must learn that the Muslim is the most dangerous poison mushroom in existence. Just as poisonous mushrooms spring up everywhere, so the Muslim is found in every country in the world. Just as poisonous mushrooms often lead to the most dreadful calamity, so the Muslim is the cause of misery and distress, illness and death.


This story continues. It shows, among other things, how the halal butcher is cruel to animals. It shows how there are lots of direct insults to non-Muslims in the Koran. It shows how Muslim tradesmen are always trying to rip you off. It shows how disloyal they are to the country they live in and how they are only loyal to the Koran and their faith.

I didn’t write the story. It was written around 1938 by Ernst Hiemer and published by Sturmer Verlag in Germany under the title Der Giftpilz – The Poisonous Mushroom. Of course the book originally warned of the danger of the Jews, for it was a Nazi children’s book.

So why did I change it? For the past years, the Dutch and indeed the larger European society has seen an explosion of publications directed against Muslims. I’ve seen deliberate misquotations from the Koran, I’ve seen laments about how halal butchers are cruel to animals, I’ve heard about taqqiya – the supposed practice of Muslims to “hide their true intentions” (from the story above: However they disguise themselves, or however friendly they try to be, affirming a thousand times their good intentions to us, one must not believe them) and I’ve heard about how they are not loyal to Holland but to the Koran and their home countries. I’ve heard time and time again that we must be warned against this grave danger. Indeed, the Muslims are taking over the world. In the words of Dutch extreme right-wing politician Geert Wilders:

Do we want to live in a country of which the population will be one third, half or even in majority Muslim? Most people will say ‘No, that would no longer be my Holland!’ Those people do not hate Muslims, they are not xenophobic, not Fascist. Thet simply want to stand up for their own culture. They do not want their neighbourhood to change colour or religion. They also do not wish to see their country and government dominated by Muslims. And I should not be allowed to say that? What is wrong with it?

What’s wrong with it is that Muslims make up about six percent of the Dutch population – they couldn’t dominate country and government even if they were united, which they are not at all, and they wanted to. What’s wrong with it is that it plays on the unjust – if understandable – fears of the people. What’s wrong with it, is that it is the Poisonous Mushroom all over again.

And I want the press to start asking the hard questions to those Fascist thugs in suits instead of parading them around for the sake of ratings. Call them for what they are, don’t mince words, off with the kid gloves. For years we’ve been calling all kinds of people Fascists, now’s your chance to do it for once with all the justification you need.



  1. Mooi verhaal Rob, maar op het Volksblog had het toch iets meer reacties opgeroepen.
    Dit blog mag dan wel mooi en zuiver zijn, het leidt nauwelijks tot communicatie. En dat is volgens mij toch wat de schrijver beoogt: een breed publiek bereiken.

    Ik zou bijna de neiging hebben om het te vertalen en het op het Vk-blog te zetten. Dan is de kans dat het gelezen wordt in ieder geval groter. En daar gaat het om.

  2. Ik kom niet terug Alib. Te veel hoofdpijn, te veel van dat armetierige gezeik over en weer. Te veel tijd ook om het allemaal te lezen en te beantwoorden. Te veel tijd kwijt aan het bespreken van non-entiteiten die alleen op het blog zelf van belang zijn, zoals Louter of Zweistra. En dan is er nog de redactie met haar onnavolgbare beleid. Laat maar.

    Ik heb lezers genoeg hier. Ze reageren niet altijd, maar dat hoeft ook niet.

  3. Yes, and now for the obligaotry English again, if you please. The story is of course not surprising, though I do not believe that many people in Hoilland still nod in consent to the raging of our blonde God from Venlo. Of course there’s the happy fact that general elections are still quite distant. But if meanwhile some idiot with a dress and a scimitar decides that he wants, after all, that 72 virgins all over, then the facts will alter unrecognizably. So yes, these are insecure times.

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