“DC Residents Speak About ‘White Privilege’”
It’s somewhat ironic, I guess, that the left — with its obsession about “white privilege” and its sanctimonious and ostentatious attempts at self-flagellation — routinely paint the TEA Party members as ultra white, knuckle-dragging Neanderthals, whose “white privilege” extends, in the mind of these same inconsistent leftist “academics” and their gullible, needy adepts, to having dibs on the first cousin with the Daisy Duke cutoffs, or being put under special scrutiny by the government as potential “domestic terrorists.”
But there I go again, pointing out the incongruities of anti-foundationalist thinking, which is itself nothing more than the academic rationale for not having to remain consistent, or even to allow the authority of such patriarchal (and white!) paradigms of logic or intellectual rigor — themselves merely constructs meant to problematize a simple, leftist truth: might makes right, and sophistry, coupled with perception consensus (manufactured consent), makes “might.”
As I watch videos like this, or listen to the ethnic studies / victimology seminar babble on privilege, I’m reminded that everything I could have possibly learned from any of this I already learned the first time I watched Watermelon Man (1970, written by the very white Herman Raucher). Or even Putney Swope (1969, written by the very white Robert Downey Sr).
This was the era of the New Left and the beginnings of its attempt to inflame racial strife, perhaps at the time for legitimate reasons. But what’s so sad is, now that these old New Leftists have power, they’ve decided that, rather than embrace all the gains made between the 1960s and today, they’d much rather relive those heady times, even if it means tearing down all they claim they were hoping to accomplish.
It’s narcissistic, needy, nostalgic, and — frankly — sick, as well as intentionally pernicious.
Being a progressive, I’ve long said, means never having to say you’re sorry. Because being sorry is for those who aren’t naturally good, and as progressives, goodness is innate. QED.
So here’s what I’m going to do if and whenever anyone wishes to engage me over my “white privilege”: I’m going to tell them that if I really did have white privilege, people who rambled on about my white privilege would be rounded up and sent to camps, where they’d be forced to sit through insurance seminars, presentations on “advances in micro-accounting principles,” and an endless line of experimental theater and poetry slams.
That they haven’t as of yet disproves their hypothesis. So they should kindly fuck off.