2014 begins predictably
…albeit comically, if you have the right mindset. For instance liberal bohemian oasis of self-delusion and ubiquitous fruit and fish markets, New York City, has been declared a “plantation” during the invocation at the de Blasio swearing in. Which makes all the liberal bohemian sophisticates, social and moral snobs, and Oddities-oogling hipsters the plantation’s overseers, I suppose. The Man. Keeping the slaves in line.
Time for some big white straw hats and some whips, racist liberals! Play up the role. Check out J Crew’s new plantation chic fall line of seersucker jackets and linen pants. Then, properly attired, lett your self-loathing and clamoring for reparations of a sort begin!
In other “it’s always about racism” news (which is proof positive that it’s never really about racism, in this deconstructed world of the left’s linguistic turn), Joan Walsh, who recently proclaimed her above-average knowledge of African Americanism (one pictures Joan having gone all Jane Goodall, shaving her head, decking herself out in a cubic zirconium-encrusted watch of enormous size, and perhaps even springing for a spray tan, before spending a tense but life-changing two hours walking Brooklyn sidewalks boasting hair weave storefronts and chicken and waffle lunch spots, so that she could really come to immerse herself in the Otherness she must now champion) and decried the White Privilege she (ironically) relies upon to maintain her position as grudging critic of White Privilege, bitches about flight delays and rude customer service from Southwest Airlines.
The race of the offenders of such affrontery to Ms Walsh’s travel plans is not broached, which of course in no way bespeaks her grudging critique of her own White Privilege (about which problem of Privilege she is an expert, enjoying an above average knowledge of the African American experience, herself having watched Do The Right Thing, like, 50 times in college, often with actual black classmates), but instead shows — in full illuminated hypocrisy — that such critiques as those offered by “caring” liberals like Walsh are in fact a pose, a professional and often academically-directed affectation she and they use to insulate themselves from their own presumptuous claims to championing the lesser races while continuing to enjoy the White Privilege they so clearly believe they’re entitled too.
Or, to put it another way, in the plantation city of New York, Ms Walsh is set to take her rightful place as the belle of the ball. In preparation of which, I suggest she check out the Spring J Crew Catalog of Antebellum Chic.
Honestly: are we going to continue to allow this nonsensical racialist trope run control public discourse? Or are we going to stop defending ourselves against idiotic broadsides about white privilege and just say what needs to be said: there are racists out there. But the vast majority of them are snooty liberals who treat blacks and hispanics as projects, much in the way Henry Higgins viewed Eliza Doolitle. Their efforts on a large scale almost always fail. But there are occasional outlier success stories, and it is these pets to which the liberals then point to show their charity.
We’ve gone past the time of being cowed and right smack dab into the time of “fuck you.”