Bradford is just a place I work in, albeit in its outermost suburbs. Unless I am in the city for work-related issues, it’s a place I never visit. The reasons are simple: I intensely dislike having to walk the streets of a British city where a substantial proportion of the women are concealed in head-to-toe black garments; where most of the shops cater to those with less than a fiver to spend; and where the original beautiful Victorian architecture was largely razed in the sixties and the seventies to make way for the many Brutalist monstrosities that now adorn its skyline.

To put it succinctly, Bradford is a dump. What’s more, it’s a dump where many of the social attitudes are more regressive now than they were over 30 years ago. Back then, Pakistani women wore clothes of bright colours with silk headscarves. Today it’s all over black, with many faces concealed due to the brainwashing of their own creed’s increasing extremism. Pull into a supermarket car park in the city and you’ll often find men accompanying their wives on the weekly shop. I say ‘accompanying’ in a very basic sense, you understand, because in most cases they’re walking five feet ahead in some pitiable demonstration of primitive male superiority, whilst the missus traipses behind like a simperingly obedient puppy dog.

If those are the changes we’ve witnessed on the outside, just imagine what it’s like on the inside! Islam now has a sufficient presence in some of our inner cities to stake a claim of colonialism in reverse. Nothing in these districts (of which Bradford has several) is bereft of a connection to Islam: hundreds of halal takeaways that seem to succeed in making a profit even though they’re usually empty, coupled with what were once churches and pubs now converted into Islamic schools or mosques. You’ll have heard throughout the years of the sectarian divisions in some of Northern Ireland’s towns and cities. Let me tell you the divisions in Bradford are every bit as stark. But in the place of peace walls and painted kerbs, it has unkempt pavements and alleyways, the notable absence of pubs, shops with Islamic goodies galore, and the obligatory disregard for the rules of the Highway Code and the council’s parking regulations. Yes, they mark out many of Bradford’s areas every bit as clearly (if not as disputatiously) as the peace gates on Belfast’s Lanark Way.

Ed Husain’s findings – from Bradford and several others areas socially strangled by this debilitating inner force – are deeply troubling. Children experiencing Taliban-like upbringings in Bradford; white people effectively barred from some of the northern districts of Blackburn; Sharia ‘departments’ in mosques in Manchester. What other horrors have gone under Husain’s academic eye? Above all, what will these areas be like in another 30 years without a serious change of direction from what the authorities and law-enforcement bodies in this country will tolerate? You might think 30 years is a long time, but it’s now 32 years since Muslims were burning effigies of Salman Rushdie on Bradford’s Broadway thoroughfare. For me that’s the blink of an eye.

Large scale Islamic immigration is incompatible with integration, community cohesion, mutual respect and social tolerance. We’ve already seen that through grooming, terrorism, ghettoisation, the denial of legitimate free speech and the treatment of Jews and women. How many more examples do people have to produce and research before those in authority get the message?