Wait for it…. wait for it… the overwhelming evidence refuting every one of John Derbyshire’s points is going to come, and it’s going to come hard.
How can I be so sure? It’s simple: supply and demand.
Given that since John Derbyshire dropped his racist rant bomb only a few days ago the vast majority (and – I – do – mean – vast) of the media has been up in arms — kind of like the hot, high-class girl who scoffs at the prospect of a one-night stand (“I am NOT that kind of girl!”) then gets pounded into oblivion by the bartender behind a dumpster — you can fully expect the statistics to pour in from the same fine folks who bought you Climate Change: Death of The Universe!
It’s cognitive dissonance at its finest. The entire journalist shill industry is part of a giant piece of artwork, splatters of drying paint on the canvas of multiculturalism, left to crumble away once the paper ages… and it’s real old already. The great comedy of it all is they don’t recognize that their significant contribution to public debate is having a louder voice than the next retard at a public execution, and in the end, the joke’s on them.
In fact, I’ll go out on a limb here and say that if overwhelming refutation of John Derbyshire’s claims don’t inundate the media sewers now that the Truth cat is outta the bag, well… I don’t know what I’d do, because that just won’t happen.
However, the cat is in fact out of the bag. People are waking up. I don’t know who said it, but it’s especially pertinent as this continues to evolve: There are two ways to speak the truth, anonymously and posthumously. Folks in the blogosphere and their readership are starting to find that other living, breathing, rational human beings have had similar experiences.
They wonder, “Does having this experience make me a racist? Does seeing with my eyes make me a racist?” Eventually they can’t bear the thought of answering “yes” anymore. They know of a friend or family member who was mugged, or worse. Whereas before their mental prison prevented them from detailed inquiry, now all the pieces start fitting together. As ugly as the puzzle looks, you can leave it unfinished, but you can’t change the design. The crack in the ground is there. It will only widen, slowly at first, then… well, you know what happens.
It’s like this… you can wear glasses your whole life, and the picture you see in front of you is a distortion of what your eyes would otherwise see. You take them off for the first time. You may not like what you see, but it’s real. Facing reality head on can be scary initially, but it’s unparalleled in its ability to turn a sheeple into a real human being. Pinocchio comes to mind.
As more non-blacks start to take off their multiculturalism goggles, and look at the world through their own fresh set of eyes, it may be uncomfortable at first, but reality is refreshing, and addictive. I think this trend will only accelerate as the economy worsens, and the unexamined tendency to feel bad for the downtrodden black man will be replaced by a need to feed one’s family. It will be replaced by an insurmountable anger once you realize your caring and compassionate friend of many years is drowning in student loan debt and his black roommate, who he has nothing but nice things to say about, has a full ride. The floodgates will open as more realize that their experience with blacks is strikingly similar. This is tough for me because, as Stephen Covey says, “a double-minded man is unstable in all his ways.” I have black friends. You probably do, too. I’ll go first:
I have never met a black person I could have a “deep” intellectual conversation with, but God knows I’ve tried. I know they exist, but if you were to tell me it’s statistically unsurprising that I’ve not yet met such an individual, as someone who travels the globe, socializes and goes out quite a bit, and had been indoctrinated with multiculturalism dogma from an early age, that would still ring true with my first-hand experience in life.
I’ve had and currently have black friends — some more aptly described as pleasant and friendly acquaintances but some actual friends — who can easily be described as some combination of the following adjectives: funny, compassionate, positive, athletic, warm, loyal, trustworthy, and probably many others.
As much as I want to force myself to add it, I can not in good conscience add intelligence. Mind you, this is just my personal experience. Maybe there’s a Black Mensa group or something, but, try as they might, exceptions never made the rule.
Best case scenario, there’s friendship, but at some point I hit a road block past which there is simply no cranial penetration. Worst case scenario, other than a lot of positive vibes, “what up!” and general feel-good-ness, clinking of drink glasses, there’s literally no meaningful communication or exchange of ideas taking place. The fact that none of my black friends have been violent criminals is pretty well described by Derbyshire’s “educated, sociable” blacks. Call me nuts, but I wouldn’t walk into South Chicago looking to make friends with the crack dealing pimp, even though I know in my heart of hearts he’s only poor because of the white man’s greed. Cough. The fact that they exist in no small numbers is just that — a fact. Facts can be spun any number of ways, and the fact-spinners are clocking in serious overtime these days.
Given that blacks are 3.5 times as likely as Whites to be on welfare, those fact-spinners are almost surely White.It’s a noble profession, as statistics are inherently racist.
Back to violence. While I don’t personally know any violent criminals and luckily haven’t been assaulted/mugged by one, a female friend I knew well in college was raped by a black athlete. I know, I know, he could have just as easily been white. But he wasn’t. And no one else I’ve known has been raped or mugged by a non-black, either. Coincidence, I know… these damn coincidences.
Eh, what am I saying…where am I?! … *puts goggles back on* Eek, excuse my rant above, I was clearly on methamphetamine. Back to the point: John Derbyshire is going to look like a fool when the world’s best and brightest come together to knock him down off his racist pedestal, and I’ll be the first one to laugh when it happens. All of his ridiculous arguments are going to be turned upside down when the real facts about race come out.