There are different sorts of refugees, some of which are related to the times in which they were born and raised. We refugees from the 1950s have found ourselves in an alien place, which at first we mistook for the places from which we had come. First this from Peter Hitchens, We won’t save refugees by destroying our own country.

Thanks to a thousand years of uninvaded peace, we have developed astonishing levels of trust, safety and freedom. I have visited nearly 60 countries and lived in the USSR, Russia and the USA, and I have never experienced anything as good as what we have. Only in the Anglosphere countries – the USA, Canada, Australia and New Zealand – is there anything comparable. I am amazed at how relaxed we are about giving this away.

Our advantages depend very much on our shared past, our inherited traditions, habits and memories. Newcomers can learn them, but only if they come in small enough numbers. Mass immigration means we adapt to them, when they should be adapting to us.

So now, on the basis of an emotional spasm, dressed up as civilisation and generosity, are we going to say that we abandon this legacy and decline our obligation to pass it on, like the enfeebled, wastrel heirs of an ancient inheritance letting the great house and the estate go to ruin?

We are now like squatters living in a stately home with no concept of what it took to build or how easy it will be to bring it to ruin. Let us, however, go on a bit further with what Peter had to say:

Having seen more than my share of real corpses, and watched children starving to death in a Somali famine, I am not unmoved by pictures of a dead child on a Turkish beach. But I am not going to pretend to be more upset than anyone else. Nor am I going to suddenly stop thinking, as so many people in the media and politics appear to have done.

The child is not dead because advanced countries have immigration laws. The child is dead because criminal traffickers cynically risked the lives of their victims in pursuit of money.

I’ll go further. The use of words such as ‘desperate’ is quite wrong in this case. The child’s family were safe in Turkey. Turkey (for all its many faults) is a member of Nato, officially classified as free and democratic. Many British people actually pay good money to go on holiday to the very beach where the child’s body was washed up.

It may not be ideal, but the definition of a refugee is that he is fleeing from danger, not fleeing towards a higher standard of living.

It is a higher standard of living for them, but not for the people whose countries are being invaded. They will pay and never stop paying, with their own prosperity, with no doubt at all, torn away by these invasions. And at the end Peter has some sensible things to say about us here in Australia:

Can we stop this transformation of all we have and are? I doubt it. To do so would involve the grim-faced determination of Australia, making it plain in every way that our doors are open only to limited numbers of people, chosen by us, enduring the righteous scorn of the supposedly enlightened.

Of course, if you already get the point, you hardly need it said to you over again. Still, there is this that may be worth keeping in mind, from The Diplomad, The Threat: Is Hungary’s PM the Only One Who Understands?

The so-called “refugee” crisis in Europe is more than alarming. It, of course, is much more than a “refugee” crisis. All across the Old Continent we are seeing massive flouting of law and order as thousands, tens-of-thousands, maybe more, of so-called refugees flood into Europe and then slosh about from one country to another looking for the best deal. The UK has become a particular target as “refugees” try to make their way to Britain’s generous public benefits.

None of us writing about such things have the slightest belief that anything can be done. Australia may hold out for now, but Labor may yet be only a year from government.