by Monsieur Voltaire
Am I the only one who thinks that Martin Luther King (MLK) has been turned into a hyperbole? He’s America’s saint, and a mascot for both whites wishing to preen about their spotless post-racial conscience and blacks who want to hide behind his image to conceal (or blame on someone else) the many self-inflicted social problems that plague them. Since there is much talk about MLK around the 50th anniversary of his most famous speech, I thought I’d repurpose and expand here a comment I made on National Review–which is likely destined for deletion. (Edit: it was deleted, as predicted, after less than 10 minutes. So much for an “honest discussion on race.”)
The comment was on a column on MLK, where the usual sentimental platitudes about his “I have a dream” speech were trotted out. Firstly, I’m no big fan of MLK in the first place. What we tend to gloss over is that he was a Marxist who injected political language into Christianity, a known academic plagiarist and a serial philanderer. As a tragic hero of sorts, he surely did help right a tremendous wrong in the USA, and he did so nonviolently and towards integration, at a time when other “civil rights leaders” like Yeshitela and Malcom X advocated violence and separatism. This is why I’m a fan, but not a big one.
Secondly, I’m starting to get sick of him being sanctified and of hearing the “I have a dream” speech recited as the wisest and most numinous piece of literature in America. The speech has been tremendously useful at the time, but how universal is its message, and should we apply its standards today, what would be our judgment? The refrain of that speech has been replayed so often and so uncritically by both Left and Right, it has turned into a cliche’d earworm. At this point, I’d rather spend a whole day with “I wish I were an Oscar Mayer wiener” stuck in my head, than to stomach another commentator wagging his finger at America and reciting the bit about color of skin, content of character, etc., as if that was a conversation stopper that merited no further critical thinking. If we did not use MLK and his speech as a mascot as we do now, but we followed the words by their own standards, how should we judge the contents of the character of black “leadership” and their typical target audience in 2013? He didn’t say judge not. He said judge by something else rather than skin color–that something else being content of character.
And what is the content of character of today’s black community? After half a century of affirmative action, preferential treatment, glorification in the media, in sports and in popular culture, “mass cultural amnesty” on any of their many social infractions, trillions of dollars spent in redistribution schemes in their favor, black history days, weeks, fortnights, months and years being forcibly celebrated in our schools, a congressional black caucus, black bureaucrats and politicians “owning” entire departments, cities and even states, and a black president serving his second term–what do we get after all this?
We get sky-high illegitimacy rates, nonexistent family, a gangsta culture, glorification of violence, mistreatment of women, antisocial behavior, defiant laziness, willing imperviousness to learning and an irrational hatred for those who do and who assimilate into mainstream America (see treatment of any black conservative, for instance); plus an increasingly overt racial resentment towards non-blacks, which somehow eludes our collective condemnation and culminates all too often (when we’re lucky enough to find out through the dam of MSM lock-down) in the joyride killing of a random “wood.” Pace MLK, I am not turning a blind eye to all this any more.
Perhaps it’s because I’m from Europe, and “my lot” did no more own slaves than win WWII–and therefore I am free of that cultural baggage that ties the tongue of most white Americans when it comes to assessing interracial issues honestly. But I am not celebrating MLK as a saint, much less as a prophet (as an undoubtedly smart man, why didn’t he predict all this?). And I am not looking kindly upon those who hide behind his image to palliate their own destructive lives. When I hear about a white baby being shot in the face or an Australian baseball player being shot in the back by “bored teens” (MSM code for “black hoodlums, but you don’t need to know that”), I don’t ask myself “what would MLK say about this?”–but rather “how should our society as a whole come together to condemn, marginalize and mete out an exemplary punishment against this type of behavior?”
Black society in the 1950’s and early ’60’s had a healthy core and was strongly based on family values; now, it’s the opposite. Back then, we had the flamboyant talent of Louis Armstrong, and the quiet dignity of Jesse Owens. Now, we have the ostentatious talentless insanity of a Snoop Dogg and the extravagant nihilism of a Floyd Mayweather or LeBron James. Back then, when white boys wanted to emulate blacks, we got Elvis Presley. Now we get Vanilla Ice. If there were true black leaders today, instead of caricaturizing mid-century as a time when blacks could be killed for fun without repercussion (see Oprah’s idiotic movie), I would point at that time as one when the black family had solidity, and when black society had an inner dignity that could only be stymied by systemic white racism. Now systemic white racism is gone. Where’s the dignity?
Anyway. I have a dream too. I dream of a time when America, as one, expects the same high standards from all ethnicities and cultures in her midst. • (4559 views)