Ivy League Protests Mean Black Lives Won’t Matter

Martin Luther King knew that institutional racism was about “them” fucking “us” over, but making sure that “we” split into at least two fragments — fragments that don’t get along with each other.  “The Southern aristocracy took the world and gave the poor white man Jim Crow,” King said in 1965. “And when his wrinkled stomach cried out for the food that his empty pockets could not provide, he ate Jim Crow, a psychological bird that told him that no matter how bad off he was, at least he was a white man, better than a black man.”

Scott Greenfield explains why the BLM campus movement is just more of the same – and virtually ensures that nothing will get done.

Hear that whooshing sound?  That’s what comes of comparing the murder of Laquan McDonald with the “disaffection” of black students at the most privileged universities in the world, searching for racism in the library. That’s what comes of black girls given the same opportunity for enjoy the fabulous life of the elite screaming at her housemaster to shut up.  That’s what comes of making demands that every course of study require a mandatory class in diversity and inclusion.

And poof, you lost the budding concern of white America for the travails of black kids being murdered by cops. Sure, you held on to a few SJWs, who enjoy life in the same cocoon, but their whining about their personal pebbles in their shoes fails to persuade anyone to give a damn. They’re just as off-putting as silly, trivial whiners as the Amherst student who screamed, “fuck your white tears.” (source)

Greenfield concludes that we were close — we almost had unity on the issue of cops being out of control.  But then a crowd of overprivileged whiners made the whole thing look like a joke.

Your idiotic protests over your hurt feelings might make you feel self-important, but your loss of focus is serving the same purpose as the Jim Crow laws.  Nice job.  You made black lives matter just a little less.  But, by all means, live our your little Huey Newton fantasies for a little while.

 

 

 

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