As a result, I have great sympathy for American women such as Betty Mahmoody and others, who married Iranian men pre-Islamic revolution, and who could not have reasonably suspected that their husbands would turn into strict Islamic adherents upon return to their home country after 1979.

Note also that it’s not typically Muslims, either here or in Europe, who loudly call for the abolition of Christmas, all historical Christian symbols, etc. in the name of multicultural tolerance, it’s nearly always one faction or another of the western left. Muslims, naturally, take full advantage of this. The latest thing I read from the UK was about a leftist at some nominally Christian organization calling for the banning of the nursery tale “The Three Little Pigs.” (It might offend the precious “other”, you see.)

Have you ever rented the scary movie (arguably a horror film) “Not Without My Daughter”? It chronicles the escape of American Betty Mahmoody and her daughter from post-Islamic revolution Iran, at a time before Islam began to take hold within modern Western societies. [Can’t recall, but I did write about such stupid women in Women Who Wed the Wrong Wahhabi, The Hudson Institute]

Helping Betty escape is an Iranian man who appreciates his country’s history, and who believes that the Islamic revolution is slashing that heritage to bits. It seems that whenever, and wherever Islam comes to town, history is erased and things change for the worse. Witness our own official groveling to Islamists, producing results that lower the status of American Christianity. (For example: placing Islamic holidays in equal position to traditional Christian holidays on many official calendars.)

As to Muslims here: it’s my God-given task to try and exhibit the love of Christ. But that becomes increasingly difficult when I look at a woman in Islamic dress and try to smile while simultaneously realizing that if I were in her country of origin, dressed conservatively but without head-to-toe covering, I’d be beaten, raped, and perhaps chopped up and dismembered by her co-religionists, and no one would be around to help me.