I sat down to watch ‘What British Muslims Really think’ with my best multicultural head on.
I cleared my mind of all preconceptions; grubby Rochdale cabbies passing white girls round for sex like a fried chicken bargain bucket, Imams beating kids into devotion, and the truly indoctrinated, blowing up Brussels to get 72 virgins in paradise.
Putting my feet up on the recycling bin, channelling my inner Polly Toynbee, I waited to sit corrected – prepared to accept the most dangerous Muslim in Britain is Bake Off’s Nadiya Hussain armed with a Victoria Sponge.
But, much as it pains me to say it, I have been right all along. British Muslims are not part of some rich tapestry of urban life. It’s a myth, dreamed up by the BBC, and perpetuated by the Islington elite.
It is them and us. And THEY have no wish to be anything like US.