Well...it's not our ledge -- its theirs. Plus, the only weapon they have is a form of shame "how dare you say that." Well, just dare, and say it. What are they going to do? The one thing that's good about that "shame" attitude is that it forces you to think through your arguments more clearly, and/or make sure they're more solid.
It's tough knowing what is actually going on in a country like Sweden because even Swedes themselves don't agree. And when official information is essentially censored...who the hell knows?
Here's an interview with Tino Sanandaji, a Swedish economist. He's of Kurdish descent, born in Iran, educated at University of Chicago, talking about immigration and the data. It's a very good, even-handed read overall, but this part jumped out at me:
TS: Some 92% of those unaccompanied migrants were male last year…Yes, there is definitely something strange going on. More than half of the world’s refugees are women. In World War II, when Sweden took refugees from Finland, they were children and 90% were below the age of 10. But now almost all of them are late teenagers – supposedly; we know many are older for a fact. When other countries age test it turns out that the majority are not children. And when there are crimes committed and the age is investigated, often we get these absurd reports where some of these guys are older than 30 and yet the government puts them with other real minors in schools or housing, and this is creating a lot of anger now. The media created this taboo where because they are officially supposed to be children we can’t question it, and you are fascist if you do. Yet most people can see that many are adults.
https://www.linkedin.com/pulse/sweden-brink-interview-dr-tino-sanandaji-erico-matias-tavares
And he talks about that phenomenon more broadly -- that Swedish elites have always had a certain world view, and do not like hearing facts that contradict that view. So, the people see one reality, and the press and politicians report something else.
Just don't let them shut you up.
