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The problem with illegal immigrants in Malta is not the illegal immigrants themselves but the Maltese people!

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There isn’t a single EU member state that hasn’t got problems with illegal immigration, and here come the whining Maltese, behaving as though illegal immigration was invented just for Malta. There are illegal immigrants pouring in to the EU from every point on its borders except the Atlantic coast, and even there hopeful immigrants are working their way in from Morocco to the tip of Spain and Portugal. Albanians have been pouring in to Greece and Italy for years. Bulgarians and Romanians, before they became part of the EU, were streaming in and making their way all over. Russians and Serbians are everywhere. The big cities of Europe are chock-a-block with Chinese. Almost all these people want to make their way to the United Kingdom as the ultimate pot of gold at the end of their rainbow. They try desperate measures to get in, including packing themselves into cargo containers for the trip across the channel between England and France. Have any of these countries asked their fellow EU member states for help? Are they moaning in international forums? No, they’re not. They’re doing their level best to deal with it themselves, and they’re not without difficulties in respect of the citizens of their countries, either – far from it. Yet when public resentment grows, the leaders of those countries don’t yap, flap, squawk and blame “the EU”. They lead. They leave the flapping and squawking to the far right parties and the equivalent of the National Front.I can’t understand why Malta wanted to join the EU as an equal, but then expects exceptions to be made in its case when there’s something it doesn’t like. We can’t expect to take an equal share of what’s positive, but a lesser share of what’s negative. Why should our fellow EU member states share Malta’s immigration burden when they don’t share the immigration burden of Britain, Italy, or Germany? Our perception that we need more help because “we’re small” is inane. If we’re big enough to join the EU as an equal member state, then we’re big enough to deal with our own problems.This is what our ministers should be telling our people, but first they have to understand it themselves. If Britain helps to police our borders, then reciprocity will apply, and we will be expected to help police Britain’s borders and check the containers for suffocating Chinese. If Germany helps us, then Germany will also have to help Italy, Spain, Greece, and Cyprus. If they all club together and give us money to feed the immigrants – perhaps another saint could be inveigled upon to work a little miracle with some loaves and a couple of fishes – then we will have to do the same and give our share to our fellow member states to cope with their own immigration problems. What we are doing is making a drama out of something that we should be looking at as a routine problem. For let’s face it, that’s what it has become: a routine problem. It’s not going to stop, there is no solution, so we have to change our melodramatic attitude. Either that, or we’ll just have to take Norman Lowell’s advice, and shoot the lot of them on sight.A better solution would be to just grow up, and stop expecting others to solve our problems for us. That’s just a hang-over from the days of colonialism and Dom Mintoff. Our teenage years are long over. We’ll be 43 years old this summer, and old enough to know better. But maybe Malta is one of those middle-aged Maltese men who lives with his mother, who checks that he wears a vest and always gets his lunch ready.

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