For America to have incorporated and assimilated the unreason of “racism” on such a self-immolating scale, as American society has done, is to be mired in self-contradiction.
Racism is a lot of things. But there is one kind of thing we are not permitted to believe it is. When a 5-year-old white child is executed by a black man with a bullet to the head, as the tyke rode his bike, that can’t be racism. Ask the cultural cognoscenti. They’ll tell you: That’s never racism.
Otherwise, almost anything involving the perpetually aggrieved black community counts as racism…
Students hoist a “thin blue line” flag in solidarity with police: racism.
A black male is asked for his driver’s license: racism. Of course it’s systemic. Are you stupid, or something?
A white politician proclaims that “all lives matter”: Come again? Are you kidding me?!
A museum curator fails to commit to the exclusion of the art of white men, including, presumably, the Old Masters: not racism; white supremacism. Be gone with you, Rembrandt and Vermeer!
A black student struggles with English grammar. English grammar is deemed racist. Take that, Dr. Johnson!
As you can see, accusations of racism are seldom grounded in reason or reality.
Racism, then, is just about anything other than the point-blank execution of little Cannon Hinnant (white) on August 9 by Darius Sessoms (black), and the rape the other day by Dejon Dejor Lynn, 25, of his 96-year-old neighbor.
From the media industry’s modus operandi, we may comfortably deduce that the raped lady is almost certainly white.
How so?
Fully 73 percent of the residents of Ann Arbor, Michigan, are white. If the race of an unnamed victim of a crime is withheld, she’s most likely white. Were the victim Hispanic, the media industry would say so, and would forthwith withhold the picture and race of the “suspect,” so that the crime became an attack against a “minority.”
Similar black-on-white atrocities are a daily occurrence, documented, “in moving images,” by “the fearless and indefatigable journalist Colin Flaherty.” They are either ignored by the media industry or described as racially neutral.
In a powerful responsorial that is almost religious in cadence, Jack Kerwick, a Frontpage.com columnist and occasional American Greatness contributor, commands us to “say their names”:
David Dorn was a 77-year-old retired African-American police captain and family man. Say his name.
Paul and Lidia Marino, a couple in their mid-80s. Say their names!
Wendy Martinez: Say her name.
Jourdan Bobbish and Jacob Kudla: Teenagers tortured and murdered. Say their names.
Karina Vetrano: Attacked, sexually assaulted, and strangled to death while jogging. Say her name.
Phil Trenary: Treasury of the Chamber of Commerce in Memphis who was trying to rejuvenate the city’s economic life. Say his name.
Scott Brooks; Sebastian Dvorak; Serge Fournier; Tessa Majors; Dorothy Dow; Lorne Ahrens; Brent Thompson; Michael Krol; Patrick Zamarripa.
Say their names.
The prototypical American victims of racial hatred were 21-year-old Channon Christian and 23-year-old Hugh Christopher Newsom, of Knoxville, Tennessee.
Their slaughter, in 2007, was dismissed as a garden-variety murder and rape. But there is no finessing the white-hot racial hatred seared into their mangled, white bodies.
Read the description of the crime in Into the Cannibal’s Pot, and pray tell how white Americans can thus forsake their children by accepting the racial innocence of their defilers:
Five blacks—four men and a woman—anally raped Hugh, then shot him to death, wrapped his body in bedding, soaked it in gasoline and set it alight. He was the lucky one. Channon, his fair and fragile-looking friend, was repeatedly gang raped by the four men—vaginally, anally and orally. Before she died, her murderers poured a household cleaner down her throat, in an effort to cleanse away DNA. She was left to die, either from the bleeding caused “by the tearing,” or from asphyxiation. Knoxville officials would not say. She was then stuffed in a garbage can like trash. White trash.
The object of hate is so often a remarkably beautiful woman or man. It is as if the aim is to forever obliterate perceived beauty considered unattainable.
On the Dark Continent, the same dynamic was in play when “Hutus picked up machetes to slash to bits nearly a million of their Tutsi neighbors in the 1994 Rwandan genocide.” There,
. . . tribal allegiance trumps political persuasion and envy carries the day. The Tutsi—an alien, Nilotic African people, who formed a minority in Rwanda and Burundi—had always been resented by the Hutus. The tall, imposing Tutsis, whose facial features the lovely supermodel Iman instantiates, had dominated them on-and-off since the 15th Century. On a deeper level, contends Keith Richburg, an African-American journalist, the Hutus were “slashing at their own perceived ugliness, as if destroying this thing of beauty, this thing they could never really attain, removing it from the earth forever.
For America to have incorporated and assimilated the unreason of “racism” on such a self-immolating scale, as American society has done, is to be mired in self-contradiction. To the Greek philosophers, to be mired in self-contradiction was to be less than human, less than coherent, less than sane.
This is where American society finds itself: less than human, less than coherent, less than sane.
Patriots, please quit the “rest in peace” platitudes. Cannon Hinnant and all the rest rage, rage from the grave.
August 16, 2020
Submitted to the Federal Observer for republication by the author.
~ The Author ~
Ilana Mercer is a paleolibertarian writer and thinker based in the US. Her weekly column was begun in Canada in 1999. (Articles Archive.) Ilana is the author of The Trump Revolution: The Donald’s Creative Destruction Deconstructed (June 2016) and Into The Cannibal’s Pot: Lessons for America From Post-Apartheid South Africa (2011). Formerly syndicated by Creators Syndicate, Ilana is a fellow at the Jerusalem Institute for Market Studies (an award-winning, independent, non-profit, free-market economic policy think tank). Her website is IlanaMercer.com.