Clash of sexual civilisations - mass immigration, sex crimes and female empowerment

The irony - and it is almost too perfect - is that the refugee-welcoming, Greens-voting feminist left are likely the same women who spent decades building the legal machinery now crushing these men. It was built to catch Western men - and has been doing so for decades. The immigrants are just the latest, and least prepared, to stumble into it.

Some years ago, Australia activist Nina Funnell was one of nine finalists in an annual Women of Influence award sponsored by Qantas who wrote a letter of protest to the airline asking it to stop deporting failed asylum seekers. This is the woman who was one of the founders of End Rape on Campus, the organisation responsible for establishing kangaroo courts on our campuses. Quelle surprise!

Funnell's campus legacy has been destroying the lives of male students for much of the last decade, with these secretive star chambers having the power to throw accused students out of universities and withhold their degrees. Looking back on the steady stream of young men I have supported through this horrendous process, I am struck by how many are foreigners, newcomers who are easily targeted when they fail to navigate the confusing sexual climate they encounter on campuses. What haunts me is how rarely we have managed to save them.

Men like Chris, the Malay/Chinese tutor student dismissed by Melbourne university for various trivial accusations like placing a hand on a female student's shoulder whilst herding students across a busy road. He's now left the country.

Or Marcus, the Mexican doctor doing post-graduate research at a Sydney university who was suspended after a malicious false sexual assault accusation. Two years later, a jury took 20 minutes to dismiss the case following a two-week trial. Marcus has given up his medical career.

There are many others - from India, Indonesia, China, across Asia and beyond - too frightened to have their stories told. I have talked to enough of them to know that what destroys these young men is not just the outcome but the process - the speed with which they are presumed guilty, the contempt with which their evidence is dismissed, the ease with which a university can erase years of work and a lifetime of family sacrifice on the basis of one woman's word.

Kangaroo court is too polite a term. These are conviction machines, built by ideologues and staffed by true believers, where the verdict is decided before the hearing begins. And the cruellest irony of all is that the foreign students caught in them came here trusting that Australia was a country where justice meant something.

Yet in Australia we also see the real risk of importing men with extreme views about women. My good friend Paul Sheehan documented this in Girls Like You (2006) - about Pakistani brothers freshly arrived in Australia, gang-raping schoolgirls. But it was Bilal Skaf, the ringleader of a Lebanese gang whose 2000 attacks on teenage girls shocked the nation, who most nakedly revealed what Islamic contempt for Western women looks like on Australian soil. Bilal remains behind bars. His brother Mohammed was released in 2021 after twenty-one years - still blaming his victims, with not a shred of remorse. He was arrested just this week directing a large-scale cocaine syndicate. Some men don't change. And our authorities remain determined to look the other way.

Importing large numbers of men raised to regard uncovered women as fair game is not compassionate - it is reckless. Dangerously reckless to the women they encounter - including the indulged Western women who have been taught they can dress and behave as they please, with no consequences. But mass immigration also delivers a very different kind of man - the gentle, disoriented foreign student who stumbles blindly into legal minefields.

A culture that maximises sexual provocation and then criminalises sexual response has no business congratulating itself on its enlightenment. We have lit the fuse, thrown open the borders, and then expressed shock at the body count. The least we can do is stop pretending we don't know what we've done.

Now for a cheerful post-script, see my television appearance with the famous UK talk host, Michael Parkinson – recently released as a Parkinson Show classic interview. Amazingly this was filmed nearly half a century ago. I would never have imagined I would spend the next 47 years out there in the media, stirring the possum.

Talking about sex was so much more fun than advocating for men. But I certainly don't regret taking up this vital cause.