by Conor Friedersdorf
Claire Berlinski has the answer:
That they do is a proposition so easily verifiable that I don't even have to leave my apartment to do it. I can just look out the window.
Elsewhere in the same post:
I've just walked down a street filled literally with thousands of Moslems of exactly the kind many people are seriously arguing do not exist. I saw them with my own eyes, as I have every day for the past five years. With so many other questions in the world, why waste time debating this? Book a ticket to Istanbul, spend an afternoon here, have a lovely time, drink some tea, meet friendly, tolerant, warm, welcoming Moslems (mostly), and see for yourself. They exist! They're my neighbors and my friends! Babür, is there anyone at our gym, for example, who would not describe himself as a Moslem? Would any member of our gym endorse terrorism, honor killing, forcing me to wear the hijab, or subjecting me to a dhimmi tax? The idea is so absurd it's beyond discussion -- and yet we're discussing it.
This is a bit off topic, but since I'm covering for Andrew, I feel remiss in linking another post by Ms. Berlinski without mentioning that she is the author of a book on why Margaret Thatcher matters. I'd love to see the two of them discuss that one day.
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