One of the stranger spectacles of our age is watching a civilization talk itself into extinction and congratulating itself for the moral courage of the act.
Europe—and Britain in particular—did not arrive at prosperity by accident. The place spent centuries assembling the habits and institutions that make a society function: law, property, stable government, and a cultural expectation that order is preferable to chaos. It worked rather well.
But success has produced an odd psychological side effect. The modern European elite seems convinced that the very achievements of its civilization are something faintly shameful—an inheritance that must be apologized for, diluted, and preferably replaced.
And so we are treated to the spectacle of societies that once spent centuries climbing out of medieval patterns now importing them again with great enthusiasm, all in the name of tolerance.
The theory is inclusion. The practice looks suspiciously like cultural self-sabotage.
Only a very successful civilization develops the confidence to treat its own foundations as disposable while importing ways of thinking it once fought centuries to escape.
