When I was in Bali in 1998, I was walking on the beach with my girlfriend at Padang Bai. My girlfriend was in a bikini and a group of people waiting for a ferry to Lombok, mainly men, started shouting and spitting at us. We thought it was odd as Bali was a fairly friendly place and mainly Hindu. We discovered they were Muslims. Were they radical dangerous Islamists? I doubt it. It was a warning sign for Bali too.
My African friend was staying in a student dorm in Shenyang in China. He told me that when some of his Muslim room-mates watched people leaping from the Twin Towers on TV, they were cheering. Were they radical Islamists? I doubt it. These were future doctors, teachers and lawyers.
Recently, when Turkey played Greece in a “friendly” football match, there was a minute’s silence for the innocent victims of the Paris terror attacks. The Muslims in the crowd jeered and whistled and shouted, “Allahu Akbar”.