I was there with my business partner and we were meeting other partners in the venture. While there, we stayed at the Savoy Hotel and managed to get a room with a balcony on the top floor.
On our first night, after several meetings and before dinner, we went back to the room to relax and get ready for a long night. I walked out onto the balcony, and was surprised to see 3-4 people on the deck adjacent to ours. We were separated only by a 2 ft. rail, and they asked where I was from…I guess because I looked different than most people in the Netherlands, and they surely noticed my American Accent?
Either way, they struck up a conversation with me and were extremely friendly. They were there for a convention. “What kind of convention?” I asked. “We’re from the South,” a man explained…as if I was supposed to know what that meant. “We’re with the Conservative Party and we’re having a meeting to do something about what’s happening in our country,” he clarified.
“What do you mean?” I asked. “Well, most people in the South are Conservatives…we’re hard working, farmers, you know…simple people. Up here, they’re all hi-tech, and they look down on us from the South.” he added.
“Well…I hope you get everything worked out,” I said, as I shook their hands and headed back into the room.
We went on to dinner, met more people and came back to the room around 12:30. When we arrived, I could hear the same people on the balcony. Curious about their “convention,” I walked out to see how things went.
I had no idea what was about to be described to me, and certainly was not aware of the situation on the ground in the Netherlands. What he and his fellow Conservatives told me that night will remain etched in my mind forever…
These Conservative men, all clean-cut, professionals from their districts in the South were meeting to develop a plan to take their country back. You see…they had witnessed the takeover of their country year after year…one city at a time, and now they were becoming desperate to restore their nation.
The serious tone in their voice cut straight to core. These guys weren’t concerned with smoking bans or seat belt laws…those frivolous laws had already been passed. They weren’t there to fight against government health care or entitlements…they too were already in place. In the Netherlands, employers are legally obligated to pay for their employee’s insurance.
“So what are you standing for? What are you trying to stop?” I prodded.
“Do you want to know when it’s all over?”, he asked with that Robert Deniro look. “Yeah…tell me how I’ll know when it’s all over,” I replied.
“You’ll know it’s all over when you see them demolish a 200 year old Christian church and replace it with a Mosque,” he said without blinking. “These radicals learned how to work the system, and now, they’re the elected officials. In Rotterdam, the Mayor is Muslim. They do not represent the people, and they advance their agenda and there’s nothing we can do about it. They’re tied to the Mafia…people are afraid to do anything anymore,” he exclaimed.
I sat there in amazement. In fact, we talked about politics in America and the Netherlands till the sun came up…literally. With the dawn of a new day, we stood up, shook hands and parted ways…never knowing his name. I did some research on the Conservative movement there and found what is likely the Party these men belonged to. The Party for Freedom (PVV) is a group who rail against the Islamisation of the Netherlands. They advocate ending immigration from Muslim countries, and support banning the construction of new mosques.
I hope we don’t have to face the music the way they did. Maybe Americans are different? Maybe we will unite and fight against Liberals and their agenda? Or maybe we’ll be assembling in secret meetings figuring out how to take our country back? We’ll see…