Once upon a time, a very respected man said the words “I have a dream…that one day our poor little children could live in a world where they would be judged not by the color of their skin, but by the content of their character.” Fat chance. As long as ethnic advocates continue their quest for racial discrimination, Martin Luther King‘s dream will continue to be just that.
But you might be wondering how I became soured to modern African-American culture. Here’s the answer: Toni Morrison’s novel Beloved. Hundreds of pages of barely readable postmodern claptrap conspire to reveal Morrison’s closely held belief that white men are the enemy, as if her extracurricular comments didn’t make that patently obvious.
Speaking of her comments, did you know Clinton was our first black president? Yeah, that’s what I thought – what in the @#!%? But that’s exactly what the mouthpiece of African-American feminist empowerment bleated in the Oct. 5, 1998 New Yorker, when she compared some of the attributes of Slick Willie to those of black men – the quote is too delicious to paraphrase, so I’ll include it in its entirety:
“…this is our first black President. Blacker than any actual black person who could ever be elected in our children’s lifetime. After all, Clinton displays almost every trope of blackness: single-parent household, born poor, working-class, saxophone-playing, McDonalds’-and-junk-food-loving boy from Arkansas.”
So much for “I Have A Dream.” For if Morrison is correct, black men (and women) possess traits inseparable from the color of their skin. And if that were true, it would be impossible to judge anyone based solely on the content of their character, rather than the percentages of melanin in their outer skin.
Not to mention, these stereotypes are negative. Claiming that black men are usually born poor, working class and “McDonalds’-and-junk-food-loving” only enforces people’s negative opinions – by making such unconsidered comments in national media, you give aid and comfort to racists.
Such is the problem with today’s ethnic intelligentsia. We have lost MLK and replaced him with a rap-CD-cutting, postmodernist mishmash-spewing professor in the form of Cornel West – we have lionized a woman like Toni Morrison who shoots herself in the foot through enforcing negative stereotypes of her race.
Social assistance programs such as affirmative action only assist African-Americans’ inability to help themselves. Those who walk through life with darker skin must wonder constantly whether they truly deserved their job, or a place in their college class – or whether those privileges were bestowed solely because the recipient happened to be black.
Fundamentally, there are no differences between African-Americans and Caucasians. It’s only the hate-spewing bigots and softheaded intellectuals who make it seem that way. Cornel West was wrong – by publishing a book called Race Matters, he gave ammunition to the forces of racism. Toni Morrison provided more help by enforcing negative stereotypes of black people.
The time to stop the madness is now. If we are ever to achieve the hopes and dreams of Martin Luther King, if we aspire to create a world where skin color is meaningless, we must remember this:
Race Doesn’t Matter.