No Matter What...They'll Call This Book Racist: How our Fear of Talking Honestly About Race Hurts Us All
Harry Stein
Language: English
Pages: 240
ISBN: 1594036004
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
In No Matter What . . . They’ll Call This Book Racist, Harry Stein attacks the rigid prohibitions that have long governed the conversation about race, not to offend or shock (though they certainly will) but to provoke the serious thinking that liberal enforcers have until now rendered impossible. Stein examines the ways in which the regime of racial preferences has sown division, corruption, and resentment in this country. He pays special attention to the stifling falsehood that it is racism that continues to mire millions of underclass blacks in physical and spiritual poverty. by far the greater problem, says Stein, is the culture of destructive attitudes and behaviors that denies those in its grip the means of escape.
For all the remarkable progress this country has made on race in the past half century, liberals insist, for their own political and psychological purposes, on clinging to the notion of America as irredeemably racist. All of us—and especially black people—for too long have been living with the terrible consequences of that cruel canard.
Obama-Care outside the Capitol. Lewis’s colleague, André Carson of Indiana (who a year later would say of Tea Party-supported congressional colleagues, they “would love to see you and me hanging on a tree”) immediately approached a group of reporters claiming that the n-word had been shouted their way “at least 15 times.” There exists a recording of this moment, and it shows the reporters uncritically accepting Carson’s account at face value, as well as that of his colleague Emanuel Cleaver, who
upon graduating Chavis had returned to the Los Angeles inner-city Compton neighborhood where he’d grown up and was serving its minority population as an obstetrician and gynecologist. As if the message wasn’t sufficiently clear, the piece had Ted Kennedy lauding Chavis as a “perfect example” of the need for preferences. As an editorial in the St. Louis Post Dispatch snarkily observed, “Allan Bakke, admitted to medical school as a result of the lawsuit, is an anesthesiologist in Rochester, Minn.
pro as a group after their sophomore season”; and who, with their “baggy shorts, black socks, bald heads and trash talk,” represented “the cutting edge of America’s unashamed embrace of style over substance.” It almost goes without saying that Whitlock is black—it’s nearly impossible to envisage a white reporter with the guts to even edge close to such radioactive honesty. In fact, when I searched through the clips on Nexis from the period around Biden’s so-called gaffe, I could unearth only one
bread is buttered, said the identical thing. “Go into any inner-city neighborhood, and folks will tell you that government alone can’t teach our kids to learn,” he intoned, to rapturous approval. “They know that parents have to teach, that children can’t achieve unless we raise their expectations and turn off the television set and eradicate the slander that says a black youth with a book is acting white.” Or, to put it in terms that Obama’s liberal listeners might have found less congenial,
than justify the reward. For it is also only the specter of racism that keeps in business a civil rights establishment long since given over to economic and moral corruption. The NAACP and other “social justice” outfits need the racism charge every bit as much as in their day the George Wallaces and Ross Barnetts needed the bugaboo of integration: as a means of holding and exercising power. They depend for their very existence on the perpetuation of the notion that white racism in its varied and