No shit, the reader thinks. Instead of trying to amp down her racial anxiety out of basic decency, this author fed hers steroids and protein shakes, growing it to brontosaurus size before dressing it in neon diapers and parading it across America for years in a juggernaut of cringe that’s already secured a place as one of the great carnival grifts of all time. Nice Racism, the rare book that’s unreadable and morally disgusting but somehow also important, is the latest stop on the tour.
Reading DiAngelo is like being strapped to an ice floe in a vast ocean while someone applies metronome hammer-strikes to the the same spot on your temporal bone over and over. You hear ideas repeated ten, twenty, a hundred times, losing track of which story is which. Are we at the workshop where Eva denies she’s a racist because she grew up in Germany, or the one where Bob and Sue deny they’re racist by claiming they think of themselves as individuals, or the one where the owning-class white woman erupts because no one will validate her claim that she’s not racist, because she’s from Canada?
So then, does race deny the significance of individualism? Or is logic racist too? Apparently. These people need to be either driven from our land or strung up.
These people are so dumb and given the fact that they have been propelled to the forefront of society, I can now literally hear the Chinese salivating over the prospect of invading our continent and ruling over a vast sea compliant sheep.
I can only imagine what she thinks of the Protestant Work Ethic … and how there aren’t any Black Protestants … because racism or something
“So then, does race deny the significance of individualism? ”
Yes.
” Or is logic racist too?”
Yes.
You are fungible at best, a disposal problem at worst.
You do have to wonder how the intellectualist mind works.
Note here that intellectualists and intellectuals are different terms.
Intellectualists make pronouncements that appear to be sophisticated where in fact they are just empty sophistry.
Intellectuals on the other hand think about stuff.
Intellectualists do have to talk; it is their thing, what would MSNBC and CNN do without them.
The thing is that only a genius can talk for an hour and make sense.
The rest get into a drain spiral after first 5 minutes, (a rhetorical device), and then it turns into, to use prose, bullshit.
Somebody call Bigfoot because she needs to be kicked in the box.
She’s proud to exclaim that she’s an oppressed lesbian … which, of course, if she really was being oppressed (by some invisible patriarchy) … she wouldn’t be proud to exclaim such a thing.
BTW … I’ve (accidentally) seen lesbians like her being being kicked in the box … and punched there too. I’ve even seen fists get stuck up in there.
Upon meeting the black couple: “I was excited and felt an immediate need to let them know I was not racist,…”
One of those insufferable twits who corner you at parties then proceed to bore the living hell out of you for the next hour as they talk about their favourite topic which is usually themselves…while you pick away at the label on your beer bottle to pass the time.
Before she was unleashed – D’angelo received her PH.D. in “multicultural education” from the University of Washington.
Says it all I guess.
I can imagine the (probably unspoken) reaction of the black couple: “just shut the f*ck up, b*tch!”
Apparently, she still thinks she’s at that dinner party and hasn’t shut up yet. This book sounds like a continuation of that incessant droning.
Congrats to Matt Taibbi for plowing his way through the avowed racist Robin D’angelo’s book.
I’m sure it will show up on every progressives reading list shortly.
The smart liberals like Taibbi have caught on that the commies have taken over the left and that’s trouble cause the liberals are among the first groups the commies will put on the trains. Unfortunately for western liberals, most of them are too poorly educated to realize what is coming for them.
i never get tired of posting this link:
https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/author/516
Extraordinary Popular Delusions and The Madness of Crowds by charles mackay