For America to have incorporated and assimilated the unreason of “racism” on such a self-immolating scale, as American society has done, is to be mired in self-contradiction.
Racism is a lot of things. But there is one kind of thing we are not permitted to believe it is. When a 5-year-old white child is executed by a black man with a bullet to the head, as the tyke rode his bike, that can’t be racism. Ask the cultural cognoscenti. They’ll tell you: That’s never racism.
Otherwise, almost anything involving the perpetually aggrieved black community counts as racism.
Students hoist a “thin blue line” flag in solidarity with police: racism. A black male is asked for his driver’s license: racism. Of course it’s systemic. Are you stupid, or something?
A white politician proclaims that “all lives matter”: Come again? Are you kidding me?!
A museum curator fails to commit to the exclusion of the art of white men, including, presumably, the Old Masters: not racism; white supremacism. Be gone with you, Rembrandt and Vermeer!
A black student struggles with English grammar. English grammar is deemed racist. Take that, Dr. Johnson!
As you can see, accusations of racism are seldom grounded in reason or reality.
Racism, then, is just about anything other than the point-blank execution of little Cannon Hinnant (white) on August 9 by Darius Sessoms (black), and the rape the other day by Dejon Dejor Lynn, 25, of his 96-year-old neighbor.
From the media industry’s modus operandi, we may comfortably deduce that the raped lady is almost certainly white.
How so?
Fully 73 percent of the residents of Ann Arbor, Michigan, are white. If the race of an unnamed victim of a crime is withheld, she’s most likely white. Were the victim Hispanic, the media industry would say so, and would forthwith withhold the picture and race of the “suspect,” so that the crime became an attack against a “minority.”
Similar black-on-white atrocities are a daily occurrence, documented, “in moving images,” by “the fearless and indefatigable journalist Colin Flaherty.” They are either ignored by the media industry or described as racially neutral.
In a powerful responsorial that is almost religious in cadence, Jack Kerwick, a Frontpage.com columnist and occasional American Greatness contributor, commands us to “say their names”:
David Dorn was a 77-year-old retired African-American police captain and family man. Say his name.
Paul and Lidia Marino, a couple in their mid-80s. Say their names!
Wendy Martinez: Say her name.
Jourdan Bobbish and Jacob Kudla: Teenagers tortured and murdered. Say their names.
Karina Vetrano: Attacked, sexually assaulted, and strangled to death while jogging. Say her name.
Phil Trenary: Treasury of the Chamber of Commerce in Memphis who was trying to rejuvenate the city’s economic life. Say his name.
Scott Brooks; Sebastian Dvorak; Serge Fournier; Tessa Majors; Dorothy Dow; Lorne Ahrens; Brent Thompson; Michael Krol; Patrick Zamarripa.
Say their names.
The prototypical American victims of racial hatred were 21-year-old Channon Christian and 23-year-old Hugh Christopher Newsom, of Knoxville, Tennessee.
Their slaughter, in 2007, was dismissed as a garden-variety murder and rape. But there is no finessing the white-hot racial hatred seared into their mangled, white bodies.
Read the description of the crime in Into the Cannibals Pot, and pray tell how white Americans can thus forsake their children by accepting the racial innocence of their defilers:
Five blacks—four men and a woman—anally raped Hugh, then shot him to death, wrapped his body in bedding, soaked it in gasoline and set it alight. He was the lucky one. Channon, his fair and fragile-looking friend, was repeatedly gang raped by the four men—vaginally, anally and orally. Before she died, her murderers poured a household cleaner down her throat, in an effort to cleanse away DNA. She was left to die, either from the bleeding caused “by the tearing,” or from asphyxiation. Knoxville officials would not say. She was then stuffed in a garbage can like trash. White trash.
The object of hate is so often a remarkably beautiful woman or man. It is as if the aim is to forever obliterate perceived beauty considered unattainable. Full Story by Ilana Mercer @ American Greatness
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Under a true system of justice, if you do the crime, you do the time.
Law and order deter bad guys. Period. However, once we start social engineering and going soft on crime in order to avoid rightfully incarcerating individuals of particular races, everyone is harmed, including those the limousine liberals purport to help. The most dangerous example is our current rush to push jailbreak legislation under the false premise that black people are incarcerated unfairly and to ignore the appalling levels of crime committed by young black males. It hurts everyone, including law-abiding African-Americans. Read More
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And everyone who lives in America knows it
We all know the story of the Emperor’s New Clothes. It is not just a children’s story. Rather, it is an eternal story about human nature. If people are surrounded by a mass or a mob who speak nonsense as a Truth — with a capital “T” — then perfectly sensible people who internally know better will fall into line and babble the same “Truth.” For a reality check and sanity in the public arena, it ultimately often takes a little kid who simply has not been taught social conformity and political correctness to look and say “But this ‘Truth’ simply is not true.” Read More
As Long As a Political Party Believes It Owns African-Americans, Blacks Will Not Be Free
Only a White Slavemaster would dare tell a Black man to his face “You ain’t Black” and expect him to behave accordingly.
Had America not played host to slavery hundreds of years earlier, we would not have been blighted with Obama. No way that a majority of Americans would have elected such a Zero, with no record of achievement, no single accomplishment to point to, a phony who would put on a “Black accent” when speaking to Black audiences even though he grew up in Hawaii, reared by a White grandmother and sometimes by a White mother, while his Kenyan father abandoned him. Where did that occasional accent come from? Do Kenyans like the father he never really knew speak that way? Read More
