Watching this thread progress has been remarkable. Not only in how quickly its scope has grown, but in how its contributors have shifted from holding a more “generically-racist” attitude against Indians (for all the, however true,
stock reasons of being unhygienic, pervy foreigners) to rightfully recognizing the existential threat the Indian Menace poses to the world. Indians are no longer just smelly foreigners to be made a mockery of, but an existential threat to not just the West or the East, but the health of the Earth itself. Even now, it’s really impossible to comprehend the shear breadth of Indians that threaten to be unleashed upon all nations and peoples of the world; the amount of corrosive biomass waiting to be released once the basin of all their filth, India, is rendered uninhabitable under the weight and decay of their own dung and waste.
A fear of the Global South’s ability to overrun and consume the developed nations of the world has always existed in rightist circles; Jean Raspail found it to be the inspiration for his dystopian novel
The Camp of the Saints—which depicts the drowning of the Western World from a tide of Indian and other Third World immigrants—occurring to him while gazing upon the Mediterranean from the French Riviera:
What if they were to come? I did not know who "they" were, but it seemed inevitable to me that the numberless disinherited people of the South would, like a tidal wave, set sail one day for this opulent shore, our fortunate country's wide-gaping frontier.
In the 1970’s, Raspail and those like him may have been (understandably) considered paranoid by the less radically-minded. But now the tide is here, staring us all in the face with its dulled, yellow eyes. In staring back, threads like this one and other viral documentation of the Indian Menace have propelled the scope and depravity of India and Indians to the once blissfully ignorant denizens of the West. The supernatural compassion and empathy we naturally possess has been eroded and replaced with a mixture of hatred and existential dread, an entirely different breed of revulsion to the relatively casual, half-hearted grudges we may feel against other, non-Indian ethnics.
The title of Raspail’s novel was derived from a passage near the end of the Book of Revelation:
And when the thousand years are ended, Satan will be released from his prison and will come out to deceive the nations that are at the four corners of the earth,
Gog and Magog, to gather them for battle; their number is like the sand of the sea. And they marched up over the broad plain of the earth and surrounded the camp of the saints and the beloved city, but fire came down from heaven and consumed them
Indians are Gog and Magog manifest, the numberless golems of entropy loyal only to either the Devil or the apathetic, sterile cruelness of the Universe.