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without any one bothering them...

...separately from any society

and from secularism as well.

Yes, but they've got money.

We, Muslims, Islamists... If we

...begin organizing ourselves,

with our own schools, our council houses...

...with a security force of our own

to uphold respect for Islamic laws...

...to see to it that sharia is enforced

and if we start working for ourselves,

just among ourselves

instead of working for others,

for these imbeciles who give us some money

as if it were charity.

If we begin to organize ourselves,

if every Muslim works with another Muslim,

and if we organize our schools

and institutions

...in order to regain our self respect

and to create our own economy,

here in Belgium and even in all of Europe.

So that our women

can regain their dignity

instead of being laughed at every time

they walk the streets wearing a headscarf.

So our young people...

...our young men will find their way back

to God's Word...

The Holy Book of God...

...instead of chasing blond sluts

in snooker pubs or karaoke bars...

...or squandering their money

on stupid games in video arcades.

You think people lose sleep over this?

We need money and jobs!

The Belgians couldn't care less about us.

Your father... Employed for over 20 years.

In a steady job.

Yes, but we're talking about now!

Go work for a Muslim.

For the Turks? Or for our brothers?

Either way they pay poorly,

or off the books or not at all.

Have you tried?

No, but obviously, neither have you.

Wednesday, October 4, 2000

four days prior to Black Sunday

Lower that music or shall I do it for you?!

Have you read this, Marina?

- No. What?

The news store in the Carnotstraat

has been held up again, for the 4th time.

They burst in with a riot gun.

Four times, that's nothing.

Listen to this:

The shop belonging to this guy Jo

close to the pharmacist's, he's been

held up at least 20 times. What about that?

What do they want to steal?

A parakeet?

He's got an animal shop, no?

No, Marina, the other Jo,

across the street.

He went bankrupt, didn't he?

Not surprising if this foreign scum

bust in 20 times!

But that was a fraudulent bankruptcy.

He served a six months sentence.

Isn't that true, Rudolf? This Jo,

from that fraudulent bankruptcy,

he has been in prison for six months, no?

I don't remember.

Could well be...

But nevertheless, it should happen to you.

They should put them up against the wall,

it would be over quickly.

Up against the wall!

Because if you put them in jail

you still have to feed them.

And the way

it is in prison nowadays...

That's no longer bread and water...

...but restaurant fare, three times a day!

I'm telling you!

And they have a choice too, if there is one

who can't eat pork for religious reasons,

he gets chicken instead!

I'm telling you the truth.

And they all got cable. In their room.

Nowadays, it's like a hotel.

I read in the paper that

a prisoner costs 3 times more to the state

than a pensioner.

Who has been paying his entire life!

No mercy, I tell you.

Up against the wall! It's clean

and it's a lot cheaper.

And the money saved, they can give it

to these old people who have to live off

a retirement of 300 a month.

Don't open the door, Marina.

It surely is that woman who's

trying to get votes for that Moroccan,

you know, the coon

on the list for district's councilman.

You know him, don't you?

With the zits in his face

and a nose like that!

Have you decided

on your vote yet?

- No.

Could I introduce you to

Mohamed Abdelouafi?

Green candidate for the district council.

My husband is against the Greens.

But you maybe not? After all, we women

have the right to vote since '48.

We're against this. Thank you and goodbye!

Thank you and have a... good day.

You see that?

That was that Moroccan's girlfriend.

With the zits in his face

and a nose like that.

You've got to be a real slut to shack up

with one of these camel jockeys!

That's true for sure!

Wow, what's all this here?

Don't be nosy.

It's from a pal who works for the theater.

Is this wine?

- Yes, it's wine.

So sour and bitter... I don't like it.

It's a good wine though,

but you've got to learn to drink it.

You haven't got anything else?

Yes, but it costs money.

Maybe we can make an arrangement.

You sell coke for me

and you get some for free.

Isn't that a bit risky?

I don't want to land in prison.

How old are you now? Sixteen?

I'll be 17 in January.

The most you can get is a few months

in a closed youth facility.

You talk about it as if it were nothing.

Is it any better where you live right now?

And how would you know where I live?

I know more than you think I know.

Lydia looked a bit drawn today, didn't she?

It didn't stop her from jabbering, though.

She never keeps her trap shut.

It hasn't been an easy life for her.

With her mentally impaired son.

And becoming a widow at thirty-five.

She has to face it all by herself.

Haven't you got anything better to do?

At least, I have a hobby.

Hobby? You'd better iron my shirts.

I'd like to wear something nicer

than this stupid T-shirt.

Feminine for

"Lying on couch in front of a TV"

is not "Standing in kitchen ironing shirts".

How can I say my prayers with this racket?

What are you doing?

It's Oum Kelthoum.

But it's so romantic.

Not at the hour of prayer!

It is not proper!

Music, film...

...even when in Arabic...

...it is the influence of

Western civilisation...

and their cultural imperialism.

Music, film, alcohol...

...those are the causes of all misery.

In what kind of a world

do we have to raise our children?

Drugs, pornography,

Madonna, James Brown!

Don't get all worked up over this, uncle.

Before, you didn't use to be like this.

You have become much too serious.

But you're a serious girl as well.

You know something? I think

that you would be a wonderful wife.

Got to go.

Goodbye.

What?

Mom?

- Yes, dear?

You like doing this?

What, dear?

Ironing.

Who else is going to do it?

Dad could at least do his own ironing.

Yes, he tried it once.

When we were just married.

The polyester stuck to the iron.

Where are you going?

I'm going out for a walk.

Are you taking the dog with you?

Your shoelaces are untied.

You'll have to wait a minute, because

they've dumped some crap again.

And now you keep it clean, you hear?

You know the botanical gardens?

Behind the hospital.

I often go there on Wednesday afternoons.

But it is Wednesday afternoon.

Yes...

I shouldn't have done two lines.

It surely works for me.

I makes me super horny.

Say...

...you're not impotent, are you?

Turn over.

You want to do it doggy style?

You're not going to hurt me, are you?

You're not going to hurt me, are you?

So you think I'm quite a hunk, do you?

Sorry, I made a mistake.

Go lie down.

What are you doing to me?

Nobody, except for two old tarts

who're feeding the pigeons. No witnesses.

I got money, take it!

What?

- I got money.

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