Michelle Alexander’s book, “The New Jim Crow: Mass Incarceration in the Age of Colorblindness,”has been a New York Timesbest-seller for over a year and is required reading for all freshmen entering Brown University.
After the Michael Brown incident, Alexander’s 10-year-old son wanted her to reassure him.
“Don’t worry, honey, you have nothing to worry about. Nothing like this could ever happen to you.” His face brightens as he tells me that he likes the police, and that he always waves back. His innocence is radiating from him now …
Then Alexander reversed course.
My face is flushing red. I am embarrassed that I have lied. And I am angry. I am angry that I have to tell my son that he has reason to worry. I am angry that I have to tell him that I already know Darren Wilson won’t be indicted, because police officers are almost never indicted when they kill unarmed black men. …
I begin telling him the truth and his face contorts. The glowing innocence is wiped away and his eyes flash first with fear, then anger. “No!,” he erupts. “There has to be a trial! If you kill an unarmed man, don’t you at least have a trial?”
What an evil woman. Alexander made over her son in her own angry, blame-mongering image, just as I illustrate in my new book, “The Antidote: Healing America from the Poison of Hate, Blame and Victimhood.”
Similarly, another popular book, “Between the World and Me,” by Ta-Nehisi Coates, is written as a letter to Coates’ teenage son about the supposed harsh “realities” of being black in America. Predictably, when Officer Darren Wilson was not indicted in Michael Brown’s death, Coates’ son retreated to his room and cried. It’s also no surprise that Coates’ father was a Black Panther. Like father, like son … like son.
Black comedian W. Kamau Bell is also obsessed with racism: “I talk about race and racism in my act a lot, some would say too much. It was how I was raised. Some families have hardware stores. My family has ‘thinking about racism.'”
Bell publicized a story about an incident that occurred when he met up with his white wife at a café in Berkeley. She was sitting at an outside table with some white female friends and their babies and Bell, a six-foot-four black man with wild hair, approached holding a book. One of the mothers asked Bell about the book, so he showed it to her.
According to Bell, a server on the inside of the café apparently mistook him for a street person harassing women and children – not hard to understand under the circumstances. She rapped on the glass and made a gesture for Bell to leave.
Bell blogged about the incident, the owner apologized to him, and the employee was fired. That didn’t satisfy Bell, who took part in an event publicizing the incident. A black high-school senior, Kadijah Means, spoke there: “I learned about race at a really young age, maybe like two or three.” She concluded by instructing, “Focus less on color blindness. … Be more color competent.”
Said Bell, “I was so impressed by Kadijah. I began to think about her dad. … Kadijah was completely versed in the evils of racism. … I wanted some advise on how to raise a kid like that.”
So Bell and his producer set up a meeting with Kadijah’s father, Cliff Means.
Said Means: “At five, I taught her about slavery … that Europe went to war with West Africa for centuries. … Why didn’t black people fight back? Well, they did, and were slaughtered and terrorized and tortured and murdered and raped – I probably left out rape at that age for her …
“She learned that there were black cooks grinding up glass in the kitchen to make sure that white racist, brutal slave masters’ intestines would bleed and open and then would be gone. What was your question?” Laughter is heard on the audiotape.
What did Means’ daughter learn from all of this?
Kadijah: “After my dad told me about racism, I distinctly remember being angry with white people, like ‘how dare you enslave my people?'”
So at a church function, five-year old, Kadijah “told the congregation that black people and white people should not be together.”
Bell: “Was there a white person in her life that you felt like, uh-oh, if she thinks that about all white people, then she’s going to hate this one person who’s actually, you know, a nice person?”
Cliff Means: “Oh, no, absolutely not. I’m not concerned about the white man in America …”
One more sick, evil black parent infecting their child.
Bell concludes, “When I first began to really understand the violence of racism, I was angry. It makes sense to be angry. The anger helps you push back against the injustice. Anger is not the goal. It’s the fuel.”
There’s never an excuse to be angry. Anger is a setup from the evil one. Its only purpose is to destroy you, your children, and every soul it touches. Stories like these must be told to reveal where hate, blame and victimhood begin in the black community.
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