The Stranger is a poem by Rudyard Kipling, the English chronicler of Empire. By today’s standards he’d be considered a stone racist, but he seemed to have a pretty good grasp of what was what in late-Victorian England.
One poem would seem to be directly applicable to those Islamic terrorists that the mainstream media and most liberals seem to want to call “lone wolves.” Lone wolf, on the presumption, hope actually, that yet another Muslim who kills innocents did not really get his (or her) motivation from ISIS or other radical Islamic groups.
From The Stranger, these words just might accurately describe jihadis who let loose with their Islam-inspired demons:
The Stranger within my gates,
He may be evil or good,
But I cannot tell what powers control–
What reasons sway his mood;
Nor when the Gods of his far-off land
Shall repossess his blood.
The late and unlamented terrorist who killed five American servicemen in Tennessee did so in the name of Islam. He may have held American citizenship (dual with Jordan, actually, which would seem problematic for starters). But was he in any meaningful way a true American?
No, he clearly was not. Clearly, the Gods of his far-off land repossessed his blood.