No one really there.
“I don’t know what I will find there,” he added, “but I know I’m going to get something.”
The Negro: always take, never give.
Notice how these invaders never acknowledge the existence of natives in the nations they are invading, much less consider that perhaps the natives might not want the invaders in the first place.
This all reminds me - in more ways than one - of Raspail's The Camp of the Saints. In that book, the South Asian invaders were so filled with hatred and contempt for Whites that for them, the Whites really didn't exist. Whites, White interests, White occupancy of territory, the White right to exist - all were consigned to the void, didn't exist, didn't matter.
And, in a very real sense, these coloreds are right - there really is no one there. Because if there was a real people there, they wouldn't have let any of these invaders in, in the first place. Or, at least, after all that has happened in Europe, with Rotherham, with cartoonists being killed through an ongoing clash of civilizations, with race replacement and terror, a real people would have risen up and overthrown the multiculturalist System.
But, no. There is no one there. It's empty. Come on in. Just a few ghosts haunting the place, but just ignore them, and they'll fade away quick enough.