An Interesting Tale About Liberal Racism

I saw this reposted by Tyrone (pictured left) over at Wake Up Black America (http://www.wakeupblackamerica.blogspot.com/ ) and I also found it to be a compelling story that explains a lot in relatively few words. It’s written by Russell Johnson over at (http://users.aristotle.net/~russjohn/literary/librac.html)

THE LIBERAL RACIST

Fiction by Russell T. Johnson

Once upon a time there was a guy who sincerely believed that he was a liberal. He ate liberal food, read liberal magazines, dressed in liberal clothes, had the kind of profession that liberals have. He watched liberal television and tuned in the liberal radio station to download his daily opinions.

He was so liberal that he had a New York accent even though he was from Texas. No kidding. He took pains to avoid the words that liberals dare not speak and was openly disdainful of those insensitive enough to say "black" instead of "African-American."
He was also super compassionate. He just oozed sympathy and sensitivity understanding and inclusion. Everywhere he went he left a trail of glistening compassion.

Then one day this guy showed his true colors. He was a talking liberal and a practicing racist.

One day Mr. Compassion signed up for a class so that he could earn his motorcycle license. Also in this class was a late-middle-aged black guy. This black guy had an offer of a higher paying job at some distance from his house. He couldn't afford a car and he couldn't afford the extra two hours' daily bus commute. He had arranged to buy a used motorcycle if he passed this course.

Being not so very young and not so very fit, the black guy's strength toward the end of the day began to flag. Mr. Compassion noticed him panting and struggling to horse his bike around the course. Using his best, most unctious touchy-feely social scientist voice, he took the black guy aside and assured him that it wasn't worth the exertion, everything's okay, tomorrow is another day.

The black guy was minutes from victory, and Mr. Compassion talked him out of it with sweet, sweet words. Rather than giving strength to the black guy, Mr. Compassion sucked it out of him like a vampire.

This black guy had tried to better himself economically through his own efforts, and Captain Liberal had held him down by pretending to be his friend. This was economic race warfare and the black guy had been beat with a helping hand.

Because he didn't get his motorcycle license, he couldn't take the better paying job. The course isn't offered again for several weeks, and the old black guy isn't likely to get any younger or any stronger, and that better job isn't going to be waiting for him. Even if it is, he has to come up with the cost of taking the course again, and the reason he's taking the course is because he's short of time and money.

The really insidious aspect of this kind of racism is that the black guy still thinks that Mr. Compassion is his best friend in the whole white world.

I wonder if Mr. Compassion even considers the harm he’s done.

Is his disguise so perfect that he fools even himself?

Is this something he does deliberately, or is it just worked into his program?
When you strip away the motives, the black guy lost his shot at a better job. Mr. Compassion can walk away from the consequences of his toxic benevolence.

The old black guy can't.

De Facto Whiteness and Black Racism

There have been a number of high profile shootings in New York City and until the November 24th, 2006 Sean Bell shooting, none even came close to fitting the demographics needed to claim “bias” by the anti-Police crowd.

On July 24th, 2006 an NYPD officer shot a man at Brooklyn Bar-B-Q after a scuffle broke out between police and revelers who refused to comply with directives a noise complaint. In the brief scuffle, a patron (28 y/o Robert Ramirez) hit one of the cops in the back of the head with a metal scooter and that cop’s partner then shot Ramirez, who was taken to the hospital and listed in critical but stable condition with a chest wound.

In early October a man who was holding a knife to the throat of a 54 y/o woman was shot and killed by NYPD Police when he refused to drop his weapon.

In late October, a police sergeant shot an armed man in the face early Friday morning after he backed a stolen car into an officer and broke her leg in three places, authorities said.

Both the man and the officer were hospitalized in stable condition.

The incident occurred near 4 a.m. while the sergeant, the female officer and a third officer (all in uniform) were searching for stolen cars police said.

The officers discovered a parked 2003 black Lexus that had the wrong license plates. After running a check of the vehicle's identification number, they learned it had been car-jacked at gunpoint the previous week from a car dealership in Queens and they decided to wait for the driver to return, police stated.

Earlier that same day, Seargent James Rector was returning home from his job in NYPD Recruitment, when he passed a Brooklyn Housing Project where he spotted a man holding a gun to the head of a kneeling man. Rector identified himself and ordered the man with the gun to drop his weapon, where upon the gunman wheeled and fired at Rector striking him in the ankle and hitting his cell phone on his belt. Seargent Rector was able to return fire, with eleven rounds, striking and killing 17 year old Eric Hines.

In this case, as well, the demographics were not suitable for demagoguery, as both Hines and Rector are both black.

Even in the recent Sean Bell shooting three of the five officers who fired their weapons were minorities. The undercover officer, who confronted their car and was clipped by it, initiating the shooting, was black.

These facts are overlooked by race-hustlers like Al Sharpton and Charles Barron (a former Black Panther, now a Brooklyn Councilman)) by their declaring that these minority officers “think Blue, not black,” a claim that seems to indict all minority police officers as “de facto whites.”

This is hardly a new tact.

Black Conservatives have been assailed in that exact way since the days of S B Fuller was assailed by the NAACP in the mid-1960s.

When a NY cartoonist ran overtly racist cartoons depicting Michael Steele in the most derogatory ways, the NAACP was silent, when detractors threw Oreo cookies at him, many Liberals and many in the "Black establishment" implied that he “deserved this” for his Conservative views.

Likewise Condoleezza Rice has been lampooned by syndicated kooks like Ted Rall in the most racially derogatory ways without any squawk from the NAACP or other such groups. Harry Belafonte called her a “house nigger” a few years back, again seeming to indict her as “de facto white.” One of Dave Chapelle’s skits, the “racial auction,” puts this view across in comedic style – the whites claimed Colin Powell and the black delegation agreed “on the condition that they also take Condoleeza Rice.”

Funny, but the sentiments expressed are all too true for some.

It is approaching Christmas 2006 and while Mssrs. Sharpton and Barron are still marching in protest of the Sean Bell shooting, two black NYPD Detectives (Rodney Andrews and James Nemorin) murdered taking guns off the streets of NYC, were buried and their killer convicted, Neither Sharpton, nor Barron could find the time to make either Funeral or condemn the killing.

But the likes of Sharpton and Barron have never attended such events for whites, apparently even de facto whites.