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A Love Supreme

I, like so many others who recognize the danger of the jihad of Islamic totalitarianism, mourn the recent death of Oriana Fallaci. Unlike many of our leaders and intellectuals in the West, she was fearless in the face of Islamists and their dhimmi allies. She actually went beyond fearless and threw their own hatred back in their keffiyah-clad faces. She knew that appeasement is a dead end that only leads down the path of dhimmitude, and that was a path she rejected. In her books, The Rage and the Pride and The Force of Reason she took a bare-knuckle approach toward our jihadist enemies and the useful idiots in the West who either support them or excuse their evil, enslaving, genocidal tactics. She spared nobody who is guilty of trying to bring down Western civilization in favor of seventh century fanaticism and excused no one for not recognizing the fact that we are in the midst of a war that we never asked for but that we'd better win for the sake of our children and their descendents. And for that I love her.

The day before she died, September 14th, was the anniversary of the recording of John Coltrane's A Love Supreme. When I listen to it, part of me will always associate it with Oriana Fallaci.

Victor Davis Hanson writes a brillint obituary for Ms. Fallaci here.

Labels: books, John Coltrane, Oriana Fallaci

posted by Harry @ 2:28 PM