“All white individuals are racist. In the United States, at present, only whites can be racists since whites dominate and control the institutions that create and enforce American cultural norms and values. …” [Frederick R. Lynch, “Invisible Victims: White Males and the Crisis of Affirmative Action,” 1991.]
Pitts is insignificant in the grand scheme of the state’s racial re-education machine. She worked for the New York State Insurance Fund writing hate-filled manuals used in employee training seminars. The poison Pitts penned for a pretty price—in 1985, this black woman earned $38,872—encapsulates the life-sentence pronounced upon white America. From media megaphones to pedagogues, the hoary old fallacy of American racism is amplified and reinforced ad nauseam.
Throughout the presidential campaign—and to emphasize the country’s racial backwardness—the popular press kept at it: “Is the country ready for a black president?” “Will Americans ever elect a black man as president?” These were the campaign’s most repeated refrains. To which my response has been consistent: America is not remotely racist. If anything; Americans are remarkably naïve about human differences—cultural or racial.
Alas, as one wag said, “Any idea, plan, or purpose may be placed in the mind through repetition of thought.” Non-stop, relentless propaganda, enforced by the tyranny of political correctness, helps explain why most Americans, who harbor no racial animus, believe racism saturates their society. As they see it, in electing Barack Obama, they’ve begun to atone for their original sin.
The prevailing “we’ve come along way” inanity is not the exclusive province of liberal guilt; obeisance to PC has induced the same curvature of the spine among the conservative priesthood. These were certainly the sentiments expressed by the highly animated crowds of African Americans, gathered to celebrate the Obama coronation. Like Pitts, the affirmative action officer, most of these men and women had grown up in an America of quotas and affirmative action—a country that in fact privileges underachieving minorities. Yet on-and-on they complained about the improbability of living to see an African American elected president.
White liberals, the vast majority of Obama’s base, lap up the libel of a racist America. Sane individuals reject this Mark of Cain; as they should a false accusation of hate they don’t harbor; hate The Other harbors. Hate that bubbled up in the Rev. Joseph Lowery’s inauguration benediction:
“Lord, in the memory of all the saints who from their labors rest, and in the joy of a new beginning, we ask you to help us work for that day when black will not be asked to get back, when brown can stick around – when yellow will be mellow – when the red man can get ahead, man – and when white will embrace what is right.”
There’s the Pitts postulate again: To be white is never to be right. To be black is to have an eternal claim against whites—for no other reason than that they are white. For ever after, whites are destined to be roped into the Sisyphean struggle to appease the unappeasable. Or so African Americans repeatedly tell them. Franklin D. Roosevelt—in whose steps Obama aims to follow—knew a thing or two about sustaining The Big Lie. The author of the first New Deal (the New New deal is in the pipeline) quipped: “Repetition does not transform a lie into a truth.”
If nothing else, the election of Barack Obama is proof positive of how fair-minded Americans are, not how far honky has come. The waning Anglo-American majority is responsible for electing the first African-American president. This they did not because of the “color of Obama’s epidermis,” but for what they perceived to be the content of his character.
Allow me to put forth a simple proposition. The election of Obama is no racial milestone; it’s not that whites have come to their senses. But rather that African Americans have finally done what’s right (to paraphrase the childish, churlish prose of one Rev. Lowery). For the first time in a long time, the black community has put forward a candidate of caliber; a candidate the American people were only too willing to consider for the highest office in the land.
Until Barack, the black community had disgorged the likes of Jessie Jackson and Al Sharpton. Be he black, brown, yellow or red (Rev. Lowery’s classification)—no sane American would elect those two phonies to serve on their local PTA board, much less in the Oval Office.
Ironically, Barack the boy was raised by his white maternal grandparents; his Kenyan father abandoned him. The qualities Americans appeared to find universally appealing in the ambitious, affable Obama—his confidence and calm, and his commitment to community and kin, education and excellence—these came from Kansas, not Kenya.
©By ILANA MERCER
January 23, 2009