Quit Hitting My Fist with Your Face, Black People
Roy’s column is must-read, as usual.
If you click, you’ll learn that the lessen rightbloggers have taken from the Trayvon Martin tragedy (I’m going to be a Real Racist ™ here and dare to call it that) is that anyone who isn’t constantly breaking into the chorus from “Springtime for Hitler” is a race-baiter. Yes. Saying that racism has hurt you? Race baiting. Acknowledging that the justice system often treats people of different races and economic classes differently? Race baiting. Expressing sadness that an unarmed black teenager was killed? Race baiting. I struggle to come up with examples of things that are not race baiting. Oh, no…wait…the rightbloggers will help me out here…
Calling Trayvon Martin a thug, calling black leaders who are upset by the verdict race baiters, and gleefully citing statistics for black on black crime in inner cities is absolutely not race baiting. Also not race baiting is “having conversations” about race (that are one-sided skrees about how black people are dumb, lazy, and violent. ALSO THE REAL RACISTS ™.)
Referring to the “I Am Trayvon” slogan some supporters were using, Daniel Greenfield of FrontPageMag assured readers that “I Am Not Trayvon Martin,” because if he were shot and killed, “lacking the Black Skin Privilege that turns a death into an opportunity for race baiting, I would just be another statistic. There would be no rallies for me and no t-shirts with my name on it. No one would be talking about how they are me or aren’t me.” We can’t understand how white people survive day after day under that kind of oppression. Maybe Greenfield could have his skin darkened so he can enjoy some of that Black Skin Privilege.
Up is down, white is black, and black is a thuggish, Skittles-wielding menace in the rightbloggers’ world. The mind boggles, then ends it all by chugging some anti-freeze, freebasing White Out and choking on its own vomit.