Bitter is the New Black

I saw this linked on Drudge the other day and it caught my eye because he labeled it “Millennials Are More Racist.” That struck me as at odds with my own experience so I got curious. Generation Snowflake is afraid of everything especially race.

It was in the section with the stories about the South Carolina shooting, which I would normally skip, as I’m not into race porn. This is the modern phenomenon where dandies from the leisure classes wallow in misery over some racist act, real or imagined, past or present, for the entertainment of others.

The link takes you to an essay by a woman named Karen Attiah. According to her resume posted on-line, she is a graduate of Northwestern and Columbia, receiving a bachelors in communications from the former and a human rights degree from the latter. Putting aside the fact that communications is a click less rigorous than a physical education degree, both schools are training centers for members of the elite and their attendants. Graduates of those schools wait on the movers and shakers in the cultural and political elite.

Further, it says she has killed time between schooling at elite organizations like the World Bank and Duke University. She is now starting a career in media at the Washington Post as a contract worker of some sort. Even though she is pushing 30 and has yet to settle into a paying career, she sports the type of credentials one sees these days in the managerial class. Life in America has been very good to Miss Attiah and promises to be much better, assuming she avoids costly errors in judgement.

Now, her article:

America should be shaken to its very core by what happened in Charleston.

The gruesome massacre of nine people at Emanuel African Methodist Episcopal Church, a historically black church in Charleston, S.C., may amount to the worst racially motivated terror attack of our generation and a deeply violent reminder that racism and white supremacy continue to course through America’s veins. One cannot help but draw comparisons to the firebombing of a black church in Birmingham, Ala., almost 52 years ago.

Shaken to its core? This is a particularly ghastly crime, shooting people in a church, but is it really so heinous that we have to question the very existence of our country?

One would expect that a graduate of elite colleges would know the word for something that happens every fifty years. That word is “rare.” In fact, “unusually rare” would be accurate. That’s opposed to something that happens every day, like black kids shooting innocent people of all races, but mostly other black people. That’s what we call “common.” So common, in fact, that hardly anyone bothers to notice.

The shooting suspect in Charleston has been identified as Dylann Roof, a white 21-year-old. He was arrested (peacefully, one should add) at a traffic stop. Many will argue about what words we will use to describe Roof, whether he should be described as a mentally disturbed kid (a description rarely applied when the alleged perpetrator isn’t a white male) or a rational adult responsible for his alleged actions. His age matters, but not for the reasons you may think.

Here’s where the bitterness shows its teeth. We see this with Obama, Holder, Jarrett, Lynch and the rest of the mulatto mafia in the White House. We see it all over the country. Blacks who have done spectacularly well, by any standard, in America run around bitter and resentful of the country that has raised them up to high status.

When Obama was born, the safe bet was to assume his mother had ruined her life and condemned her son to a life of despair. Instead, the culture changed so much and so fast that he rose rather easily to the ranks of the elite. Instead of being thankful, he is bitter.

We see it here with Miss Attiah. Her writing suggests she is qualified to cover high school softball games for the Podunk Free Press, not writing essays for the Washington Post. Given her resume and pictures on-line, it’s a safe bet that she is working the system with things other than her intellect. I don’t hold that against her, but she should be grateful she lives in a country where that is possible. In a post-racial meritocracy, she’s cleaning floors for a living.

Roof, who was born in 1994, violently shatters one particularly entrenched myth that society holds about racism — that today’s millennials are more tolerant than their parents, and that racism will magically die out as previous generations pass on. We think that millennials should be lauded for aspiring to be “colorblind.” There is the belief that tolerant young people will intermarry and create a post-racial, brown society and that it will be “beautiful.”

But the truth is that the kids are not all right when it comes to racial equality. Studies have shown that millennials are just about as racist as previous generations

I’m quoting this section in case you think I’m being unfair to Miss Attiah. Here we have one white lunatic out of tens of millions and his actions are treated as emblematic, despite being a glaring one-off. Even third rate minds can sort through this stuff. The numbers here contradict the point she is claiming. Again, things that are rare are things that don’t often occur. Miss Attiah appears to be confused by the words, “rare”, “few” “many” and “often.” How is that possible?

Of course, this sort of spaghetti-minded reasoning gets published because the editors at the Post don’t need the hassle of spiking a piece by one of the chosen people. If the editor is an old white guy and he sends this back pointing out the logical errors, his next meeting is with the human resources people to discuss his termination. So, Miss Attiah floats through life unmolested, writing nonsense others are too polite or too afraid to correct.

Way back in the olden thymes, one argument against affirmative action was that it diminished the work of those with real talent. A black guy who was smart and worked hard would look over at the black guys who got there on affirmative action and resent the people who allowed it. At the same time, blacks promoted into areas beyond their ability would resent it because they would live a life of frustration. At some level, Miss Attiah has always known she is in way over her head.

Those warnings turned out to have been prophetic. In modern America, blacks are close to being an object of worship. In another generation we will paint the Washington Monument black and make it a shrine. If you are a reasonably well behaved black person with anything on the ball, an army of white people is ready to carry you to the heights of society. Yet, those blacks on those litters resent the people carrying them and the country that permits it to happen.

Bitter is the new black.

11 thoughts on “Bitter is the New Black

  1. Here is the thing about Charleston and all the other ‘race crimes’ of late. Perfectly put by Ole Remus in a guest post at Bastion of Liberty:
    Frankly My Dear: A Guest Post From Ol’ Remus

    You want to know the game? Today TPTB are calling this murder “Domestic Terrorism”.

    I used to think it too cynical for all the conspiracy sites to trumpet their latest ‘the gubmit is coming to get us’. But the Feral Gov’t of DC these days is making me rethink. Maybe the black woman from Charleston who claimed the mucker was sent is not that far off.

  2. I suspect that the whitey who committed the crime — if proved, of course — was arrested peacefully and “came quietly” because he knew the game was up. He had been caught and knew that further kicking and screaming was just about useless.

    Contrast that with the number of other shades who think that fighting back all the time is the best way to conduct oneself at the time of arrest.

    I once knew a copper in the UK and while admittedly he served in a very different place and time he said it was possible for many years to say to a perp “Oi! I want to see you down at the police station” and would then continue his patrol and said perp would duly go to the cop shop and tell the duty officer he was wanted for questioning. No doubt the perp thus told was a whitey but the essence of it was “it’s a fair cop” in the slang of the time. Next time a non-whitey is arrested, maybe the same thing will happen, but I am not counting on it.

  3. Of course this horrific murder story from last month has already gone down the memory hole:

    Suspect in DC quadruple homicide, arson arrested

    No essays from the usual suspects about this crime, cause it wasn’t a ‘hate crime’ and only whites and an Hispanic housekeeper died.

    “The victims suffered from blunt force trauma. Authorities believe the four were killed before the house was set ablaze, according to the source familiar with the investigation.
    The source said the victims were bound with duct tape, and there were signs that Philip had been stabbed and tortured before he was set on fire.”

    D.C. Mansion Murders: Who Is Suspect Daron Dylon Wint?

    Black crime get crickets…
    One white, drug-using, lunatic will mean wall to wall, 24/7, white racism navel gazing in the MSM.

  4. “Attiah/Attias is a sephardi jewish surname from North Africa.”

    Geesh Horus…Are we supposed to conclude she is yet another member of the Jooish conspiracy?

    Here’s what a little Google-foo produces:
    “Karen Attiah is a Ghanaian-American freelance journalist currently residing in Willemstad, Curacao. She is a freelance writer for the Associated Press. She has written for Huffington Post, The Haitian Times, Columbia University’s Morningside Post, Sahara Reporters and among other sites. She has also done multimedia stories for Voice of America and America Abroad Media.

    Karen writes frequently about the Caribbean, West Africa, international political development, race, culture, and the role of both new media and traditional journalism in developing countries. As the daughter of Ghanaian immigrants, she also holds interests in examining the role of diaspora communities…”

    And this –
    Considering Attiah as a Baby Name?
    “The first thing you should know if you are considering Attiah for your baby’s name is that in most countries all over the world the name Attiah is a boy name.
    The name Attiah is of Hebrew origin, and is used mostly in Arabic speaking countries but also in a few other countries and languages of the world…”

    Images for Karen Attiah:

    Still think she’s Jooish?

    • I would not be surprised to learn that her parents or grandparents took the name Attiah in the 60’s or 70’s. It was a popular thing for educated blacks in that period to adopt African names. Of course, it is still popular to take on Muslim names, even when they are not Muslim. I’ve run into so many people with tribal names I recognize, only to learn their ancestors changed the name in the sixties.

      The truly amusing ones are the black people who take Arabic names from tribes dominant in the Levant, given how those people feel about black Africa.

      Karen Attiah’s resume suggests she is “passing” for African for the piety points. Everything about her resume screams “gaming the system.”

  5. “The link takes you to an essay by a woman named Karen Attiah.”

    Attiah/Attias is a sephardi jewish surname from North Africa.

  6. Affirmative action would indeed leave the lonely fellow who achieved success through merit in a state of resentment toward the posers, but affirmative action is more clever than that; it has also leveled the exceptional man.

  7. An unfortunate event, but the media will exploit this into the “African American 9-11”.

    • Derb said it best:

      For many American blacks, especially elite blacks like the Obamas, nothing exists outside their own blackness. Their blackness is endlessly interesting, endlessly fascinating to them. They can never get enough of thinking about it, talking about it, reading and writing about it.

      If they write a book, it’s about their blackness: Barack Obama’s Dreams from My Father, for example. If they write a college paper, it’s about their blackness: Mrs Obama’s Princeton thesis, for example, the seven words of whose title contain the word “black” twice. If they read a book, it’s about blackness. I’ve spent many, many hours riding the New York subway. Sitting next to a black person who’s reading a book, I take a peek: two times out of three it’s some black author writing about blackness.

      Black black blackety-blackety-black. It fills their consciousness and absorbs their attention. What on earth must it be like to so trapped like that, such a prisoner of your own skin? I can’t imagine. I guess, just as the T-shirt slogan says: It’s a black thing; I wouldn’t understand.

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