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Encouraged censorship and self-censorship seem to have become popular in America today. Those who censor others, not just self, tend to favor the term "moderate," as opposed to "censor" and "moderation" to "censorship." But that doesn't change what they do. They still act as Little Caesars or Big Brother protectors of the thin-skinned. Democracy, however, demands a tough populace, not so easily offended. On this blog, and to buck the trend of censorship, banning, and ostracizing, comments are NEVER "moderated." Rarely (almost NEVER) do the targets of these blog entries respond in an effort to defend themselves with cogent counter-argumentation. This blog is testimony to how little academics, poets, critics, newspaper editors, cartoonists, political hacks, cultural council apparatchiks, librarians et al appreciate VIGOROUS DEBATE, cornerstone of democracy. Clearly, far too many of them could likely prosper just fine in places like communist China and Cuba or Saudi Arabia, Qatar, and Russia, not to mention Sweden, England, and Austria.
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Showing posts with label New York Times. Show all posts
Showing posts with label New York Times. Show all posts

Thursday, May 16, 2019

Charles Blow

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The Press… Not So Free… Thanks to the Press
“The Enemy of the People Is Ignorance” was the title presented on the front page of the New York Times and without mention of the author.  So, I clicked on it.  The title became “Defending the Free Press” with the subtitle:  “Expression, and the right to publish it, is a human right. And yet, President Trump continues to disregard this.”  Likely, I would not have clicked on the article if I’d known propagandist (i.e., opinion columnist) Charles Blow was the author, and it was yet another anti-Trump screed.
Blow’s article begins with “The media is not the enemy of the people. The enemy of the people is ignorance — obliviousness to truth, ignoring it or having incredulity about it.  There is no way to have a functioning democracy without a thriving press.”  Well, that sounds fine, BUT until the press takes a long hard look into the mirror, its credibility will continue to shrivel.  Perhaps the “enemy of the people” has also become egregious press bias and all the news that fits the press anti-Trump narrative.  Well, Pravda, the press, certainly thrived in the former Soviet Union.  Thus a “thriving press” certainly does not guarantee a “functioning democracy” at all.  
Egregious bias has certainly killed Blow’s credibility as an objective journalist… and shouldn’t journalists be objective, opinion columnists or whatever?  Does Blow present anything new in his article or simply more of the same ole Pravda-like propaganda?  And by congratulating the press, Blow of course congratulates himself, arguing that “One of the great missions of the press is to hold power accountable by revealing what those in power would rather hide. Corruption depends on concealment. Accountability hinges on disclosure.”  One might ask whether or not the press, Blow included, did that regarding Obama and Hillary, during their reign of power, and also now regarding Spy Gate.   Why not hold press power accountable by revealing what stories editors and journalists in power would rather hide and do not report?  
Blow continues his encomium:  “A free and fearless press is the greatest ally to a free and prosperous people. And, the kind of dogged, unrelenting pressure that reporting requires demands a professional press. People who can make a living and feed a family as they labor away ferreting out the truth.  And, I speak here liberally about the profession, from cable news to YouTube, from a big city daily to a blog.”  He cites statistics, as if somehow they were decisive and inevitably reflected reality.   
The problem of course is whether or not the press is really free or can be free when it is so egregiously biased.  And how can such bias reflect well on a so-called “professional press”?  And what about journalists like Blow, who become millionaires by pushing NOT the rude (career-damaging) truth, but rather the press party-line as in victim and without fault?  And how do we have democracy when only elite privileged journalists like Blow get to express their opinions week after week, whereas plebes like I do not?  And why does Blow not even mention the trend of YouTube, FaceBook and Twitter censorship, as if it weren’t even occurring?  Instead, he states in full willful ignorance, “He [Trump] has threatened Facebook, Google and Twitter, saying they’re ‘treading on very, very troubled territory and they have to be careful,’ whatever that means.”  Yes, whatever that means…
Then Blow gets down to the real purpose of his column:  “No one loves a catchphrase more than Trump.  He loves labeling. He loves to yoke his enemies with silly, derisive monikers, to reduce perceived weakness to bumper sticker legibility.”  Now, if only we could get Blow and his press colleagues to look in the mirror at their own “silly, derisive monikers,” from nazi, racist, anti-semite, islamophobe, white supremacist, and “beastly base.”  What flaming hypocrites!  
Blow argues, “The weaker the media, the strong [sic] the demagogue. The road to authoritarianism winds its way through darkness.”  Well, one could also easily argue that the stronger the media (think Pravda or the BBC), the stronger the authoritarian ideology (think multiculti-diversity-identity politics) it supports and the road to that winds its way through the media itself and state education.
Blow argues, “He [Trump] wants to so blur the line between truth and lies that he’s exhausted our stamina for discernment.”  It seems again that the media, Blow included, is unable to focus on its own blurring of the line between truth and lies, as in Covington, Russian collusion, and islamophiliac delusion.  Surprisingly, Blow in his conclusion argues that the media is not perfect, though in a far too general, thus not really damning, way, failing to inculpate himself with any particulars at all.  

I understand all the issues people have with media.  I understand how damaging it is to the public faith and to the institutional — and professional — reputation when a media outlet or even multiple outlets in concert get it wrong. I understand the issues around the appearance and presence of bias. I understand how disconcerting it is that mainstream media is a public trust, but mainstream media companies are also corporate entities.  I understand all of that, but I also know that we will cease to be truly free if ever the day comes when the free press is cowed.

Well, that day, the one Blow seems to fear, usually comes periodically whenever Democrats are in power and the so-called free press having endorsed them, becomes perhaps not cowed, but rather fully kowtowed and ever laudatory.  Moreover, to “understand,” as Blow says he does, is by no means an effort to address let alone work to solve those festering problems, which inevitably results in a not-so free press.  The enemy of the people is ignorance.  But then ignorance is bliss.  And the press seems to want to keep the people—well, half of the people—blissful with its continuous flow of propaganda.  So, the enemy of the people, well the other half of the people, is the press.  In other words, it’s a wee bit more complicated than the left-wing’s Trump bad/press good press mantra…

Wednesday, April 24, 2019

Dwight Garner and Chelsey Minnis

Both Garner and Minnis surround themselves with the buffered walls of elitists.  Their email addresses are not available to the common public, so I could not send the following to them.  And one day, perhaps sooner than later, the following will not be available on the Internet.  And the great cleavage between the elite and the plebes will be complete.  
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Gibberish on a Silver Platter—
Clarity, the Great Taboo in Poetry
(My Wake-up Gift to National Poetry Month)
If a Pulitzer Prize* for gibberish were to be awarded, it ought to go to Dwight Garner of the New York Times for his gibberish encomium of gibberish poetry.  “In ‘Baby I Don’t Care,’ Drole and Fierce Poems Influenced by Film Noir,” Garner praises ad nauseam poet Chelsey Minnis.  One ought to wonder what provokes those like Garner to select the books/authors they select.  What are their biases?  One might suspect high-brow inanity to constitute one of Garner’s.  (BTW, in 2015, I wrote "Review of an Unusually Lame Review," unpublishable of course, regarding a different laudatory review written by Garner on establishment poet Charles Simic.)  
Fluff flurry of words to the point of gibberish characterizes Garner’s style, which certainly must be well appreciated by readers of the New York Times, as well as publishers, of course.  An interesting caveat, though not mentioned as a caveat, appears after the title of the review:  “Buy Book.  When you purchase an independently reviewed book through our site, we earn an affiliate commission.”  “Independently reviewed”?  Well, one would have to follow the money to make that determination!  Indeed, how much is the Times paying Garner for his review and how much “affiliate commission” is it getting?  How can that possibly be deemed “independent”?  And how can a review be negative?  Wouldn’t such a review inevitably lower the Times’ “affiliate commission”?  Why don’t/can’t other poets and readers question and challenge, as I do here?  Why have such citizens become a mass of open-wide-and-swallow robotons of thought, or rather non-thought?  That is the question.  Well, I digress… or sort of.
As a caveat, I did not read Chelsey Minnis’ book of so-called poetry and thanks to Garner’s so-called review, I will NOT be reading that book.  So, this is not a review of that book, but rather a review of Garner’s review of that book.  Are reviews of reviews even permitted in establishment poetry and writing circles?  Likely not!  After all, I have yet to see any such reviews published or mentioned in establishment literary journals and the media.  In any case, Garner begins his “review” with—surprise!—gibberish:  

Some poets are cutters, others are curers, showing up to every occasion like a condolence-wisher with a casserole.  Chelsey Minnis is firmly in the first category.  Her verse arrives well chilled. It is served with misanthropic aplomb.  

So, what does that even mean?  Minnis is a “cutter” of “well-chilled” verse.  Hmm.  Brilliant use of vocabulary?  But shouldn’t a “cutter” instead be a poet who cuts those like Garner and other such hacks of the poetry establishment?  If not, then what is being cut?  After all, to cut nonsense with nonsense is not really cutting at all!  Or is it?  And so, Garner quotes Minnis’ cutting verse, praising that  “Minnis is endlessly quotable, so one has to work hard not to quote her endlessly.”

I love to go to bed sober, 
which means I have to start drinking early.
I like it when two men take off their dinner jackets and fight
Next time you see me, I’ll be crashing Rolls-Royces.

Who, in reality, except the well-paid Garners, would ever quote such a verse?  And one must ask why poets like Minnis spend so much time writing meaningless crap.  Why don’t they instead, at least now and then, risk something by writing a poem or two highly critical of the academic/poetry establishment, Garner included?  Well, the reason is that Minnis was hatched from the establishment itself (University of Colorado in Boulder and the Iowa Writers’ Workshop).  And so, Garner lauds (and more readers “Buy Book”):  “one of the most unusual and persuasive books of poems I’ve read in some time […]” and “she’s a provocative thinker about gender and poetry and the erotics of dislike.”  
Yes, the “erotics of dislike,” unless of course dislike of the poetry establishment, Garner included.   To support his statement, Garner quotes the poet:  “Sometimes I try to please someone that I hate … / So that I can enjoy a range of satisfactions.”  Provocative?  How is any of that even remotely “provocative”?  “Her poems marinate in the sort of feelings you don’t like to admit you have,” states Garner.  But how does elite reviewer Garner know what kind of “feelings” we don’t like to admit we have?  Mind-numbing!  Does he really think everyone thinks like he does?    
And Garner eulogizes ad vacuitas, of course:  “In much of her early work, the poems comprise clusters of words that float in fields of ellipses, to intense if slippery effect. These ellipses function like cosmic versions of Emily Dickinson’s dashes.  At times, in ways both comic and deadly earnest, Minnis can seem like Dickinson broadcasting from hell.”  Hell in the fields of ellipses!  Oh, my!  I’m shaking in my boots!   Then somehow Minnis, hatched from the Iowa Writers’ Workshop, is a dissident!  Garner supports this odd thought by quoting from “Bad Bad,” which “reads like a dissident manifesto”:  

People say “nothing new” or “the death of the author” but, I am new and I am not dead.
If anyone thinks they need to write reviews, teach classes, edit magazines, or translate books in order to write good poetry … then maybe they should just take a rest from it.
Poetry is for crap since there’s no money or fast cars in it … 
But, in the thighs … I feel it.
You should not fall in love with your mentor, but you should try to punish him with your poems.
I fell in love with my mentor like a novice … 
I was a nude girl on a fire truck ringing a bell.
I cannot write poems to honor other poets … 
I do not think of them at all.
I am only sentimental about my drinks …
I will tell you what is poetry … 
It is a remote electronic claw picking up a stuffed bunny rabbit …
It is like bleeding from your anus in the snow.

Some dissident, eh?!  Solzhenitsyn ought to be rolling in his grave!  “Even better, Minnis may not be glad of this review,” argues Garner, as if Minnis didn’t want to sell any books at all.  To support his affirmation, he cites Minnis.  

I want to write a poem because I don’t feel very boring!
But I will feel like a stuffed leopard because of the praise.

Let me give you my feedback.
My feedback is arf arf arf.

Well, at least, that’s better feedback than the general silence of the lambs, or rather poet academics, that I usually receive.  Garner concludes his so-called review with a final desperate publisher pitch:  “Let’s say you haven’t bought a book of poetry in some time. ‘Baby, I Don’t Care’ and the reissues from Fence Books could make you come back. You could start here.”  Yes, “Buy Book,”  “Buy Book”!!!  
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*It is truly amazing how the elite intellectual-establishment ream-fillers never—never, never, never!—wonder what the biases of the judge anointer-selectors might be.  Indeed, just state “Pulitzer” and the indoctrinated intellectuals open wide and swallow.  BTW, I’d send this to Garner, but he surrounds himself with a well-buffered wall like all elites.  Email address not available… 

Thursday, November 29, 2018

Jason Farago and Rebecca Ann Siegel

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Risiblement Coopté
Art has become utterly risible.  “Groundbreaking” is the art hagiographer’s euphemism for “vacuous”!  Jason Farago’s New York Times advertisement, uh, article, “A Discrete Jubilee for a Groundbreaking Chelsea Gallery,” incarnates the sad situation, as does its sub-headline:  “Paula Cooper Gallery, a model of integrity in a market gone crackers, celebrates 50 years of art and activism with an exhibition featuring artists from its very first show.”  Integrity?  What might that constitute or simply imply?  Absolute melding into the art establishment’s m.o. of coop, castrate, and commend!  That’s what it means in the art world today.  
The three images of the art, presented in the article, back the statement 100%.  How can one actually not laugh at Carl Andre’s “Twenty-Eight Red Brick Line,” which is precisely what it is.  And how about Jo Baer’s “An untitled diptych” (i.e., two framed blank white canvases)?  Robert Murray’s “Surf” looks like yellow plastic boards that go up and down, you know, like surf.  100% safe for the chamber of commerce and grant-according machine!  
Farago begins his advertisement, uh, article by arguing that  “Many dealers have influenced art history through the works they’ve bought and sold, but only a very few have done something more profound: reshape how we see art and transform what we value.”  In other words, moneyed interests are the key determiners of what art has become… and transformers of “what we value.”  But who is “we”?  Well, “we” certainly does not include “me,” nor should it anyone else with an independent mind not anchored in the elite (moneyed) Chelsea art scene.  And of course one of the “very few who have done something more profound” includes the Paula Cooper Gallery, “defined by an embrace of music, dance and poetry, and by a political activism uncommon in galleries of its prominence.”  
Farago describes some of the art pieces with fluffy, wordsmithy verbosity, as in “sequences horizontal, vertical and diagonal lines in various combinations across a grid; its austere precision still packs the same philosophical and visual bite” and “a pair of yellow aluminum zigzags nuzzle on the floor, like snakes in the grass offering a sly rejoinder to Donald Judd’s nearby matte brown aluminum box” and “a towering totem of red steel.”   Then Farago concludes, “Ms. Cooper’s taste has diffused throughout the world of contemporary art, her ethics and engagement have not — and what feels finest in this discreet jubilee is its vision of integrity in a mad, mad market.”  But where the “integrity” in all the descriptive fluff?  What does “integrity” even mean in that context?  Well, it means nothing… or, if it means something, then it means fully systemic/fully establishment (e.g., Cooper pushes the gun-control narrative at the exhibit).  
When art becomes a commodity to be promoted by the New York Times or marketed and sold like stock on Wall Street, then art is in serious trouble.  And when artists and their praisers like Farago cannot bear to be criticized, then it is really in serious trouble.  It is truly pitiful that art critics today tend to be anything but critical of artists.  All they seem to do is promote establishment art and artists.  They’ve become lackeys of gallery owners and art organizations—arms of chambers of commerce and the tourist industry.  Sellouts!  Well, probably not that because likely they were never critical to begin with.  And indeed the only way to climb up the careerist art ladder and get published in newspapers like the New York Times is by not being critical…  
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NB:  Farago is editor of , Even Magazine, which aberrantly states:  “We’re tired of hearing about culture as elite, opaque, and unapproachable.”  Aberrantly because Farago’s article did nothing but add to the “elite, opaque, and unapproachable.”  The magazine stipulates, “Our serious, at times irreverent writing bridges the misunderstood gap between culture and the world.”  And yet Farago’s article was anything but “irreverent.”  Now, would Farago and publisher Rebecca Ann Siegel publish “Risiblement Coopté” in their magazine, let alone any of the numerous other anti-art-establishment essays I’ve written or anti-art-establishment cartoons I’ve drawn over the years?  Of course not!











Saturday, December 3, 2016

George Yancy


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Read below the essay I wrote, "Blancophobia: A Case Study," with regards Yancy.   Unsurprisingly, neither he nor the student editors at Emory University deigned to respond. 
Ideologues detest vigorous debate, cornerstone of a thriving democracy... 



From: George Slone
Sent: Monday, December 5, 2016 12:11 PM
To: george.d.yancy@emory.edu
Cc: zachary.j.hudak@emory.edu; julia.munslow@emory.edu; critchls@newschool.edu
Subject: A rebuttal of your op-ed

To Prof. George Yancy, Philosophy Dept., Emory University:
The following rebuttal to your most recent New York Times op-ed is also, as you can see, being forwarded to the Emory University student newspaper editors, Zachary Hudak and Julia Munslow, as well as to The Stone (New York Times).  Of course, I expect no response from them... or you.  But miracles do happen, n'est-ce pas?  Might the student editors actually publish it?  Might Simon Critchley publish it?  Pipe dream?  You bet!  After all, only the privileged in America, black or white, have voice...



Blancophobia:  A Case Study
George Yancy is a black privileged Emory University philosophy professor.  Unsurprisingly, his latest New York Times op-ed, “I Am a Dangerous Professor.” constitutes an exercise in blancophobia.  The Times had been publishing many such anti-white op-eds.  In fact, that was all its journalist Charles Blow ever seemed to write… and on a weekly basis.  
The op-ed title immediately grabbed my attention because I’d never encountered a “dangerous” professor.  After all, the “dangerous” ones tended to be weeded out early on, leaving the obedient and unquestioning ones to fill the well-remunerated tenure sinecures.  Sure, now and then, a few professors likely succeeded in duping the tenure system.  But still, I’d never encountered such exceptions.  Might Professor Yancy be one of them?  Instinctively, I knew that would be highly unlikely.  The term “dangerous professor” was an oxymoron.  Did the professor fight against the intrinsic intellectual corruption likely festering at his university?  If so, how to explain his entrenchment in its philosophy department?  Instead, it was likely that he followed, mirrored, and spewed the same anti-white bigotry firmly in place at so many of the nation’s universities today.  Thus, at Emory Professor Yancy was probably not at all “dangerous,” but rather quite common. 
Always on the lookout for satirical cartoon ideas, I thought perhaps the op-ed might prove fruitful, then reading through it I realized I’d already done one on the professor and the blancophobic New York Times op-ed he’d written a year ago, “Dear White America.”  Apparently, I’d forgotten to send it to him.  I’d always made it a point to inform my targets, in a usually in vain effort to incite a little much needed debate in academe.  When dealing with academics, I also liked to inform the particular student newspaper editor, most of whom, however (that’s been my sad experience), would not respond and otherwise buck the system, despite hollow pronouncements of independence.  
Thus, I posted last-year’s forgotten cartoon (https://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=239569862679528067#editor/target=post;postID=1609290798865680431) and sent notice of it with this rebuttal to both Professor Yancy and The Emory Wheel student newspaper editors Zak Hudak and Julia Munslow. 
Perhaps the idea for the right-wing Professor Watchlist that Professor Yancy decried in his latest op-ed was actually incited by the Hatewatch list kept by left-wing Southern Poverty Law Center to monitor the “American radical right.”  Had the professor also decried SPLC’s targeting?  Likely not, for that list aided and abetted his ideological victimization narrative.  In any case, a watchlist per se is certainly not unAmerican, nor is flagging someone to be “unAmerican” unAmerican, contrary to the professor’s statement.  Both are clear manifestations of America’s freedom of speech.  
Contrary to Professor Yancy’s assertion, the Professor Watchlist was probably not a threat to academic freedom at all.  According to one of its organizers, Matt Lamb, “We aim to post professors who have records of targeting students for their viewpoints, forcing students to adopt a certain perspective, and/or abuse or harm students in any way for standing up for their beliefs.”  In essence, the site might also be compared with RateMyProfessors.com.  
The real deep-seated threat to academic freedom was certainly not Professor Watchlist, but rather professor cowardice, as well as self-censorship… regarding the university administration and “dangerous” anti-PC thoughts.  Challenging political correctness did take courage in academe, especially in humanities departments like Professor Yancy’s.  To be part of the PC-mindset took no courage at all, though the professor seemed to believe he had lots of courage because he not only decried the Watchlist… but also he pushed the black victimization narrative in his classes.   
The basic question that needed to be posed was how intelligent people like Professor Yancy failed so egregiously at the gates of reason.  How did such people so easily fall to the spell of indoctrination?  Deep anger could perhaps block out reason.  Also, deep-seated psychological need to be part of a group, to belong, could probably do that also?  How to explain intelligent people who espoused double-standards, White Privilege racial stereotyping, two wrongs make a right Affirmative Action (now, what would MLK have said about judging people by their skin color?), and anything else but reason. 
Oddly, if not absolutely aberrantly, the professor began his op-ed with a quote from Orwell, who of course wrote extensively against PC-speech before it even really existed: “Newspeak was designed not to extend but to diminish the range of thought.”  And indeed that was precisely what Professor Yancy and his academic colleagues had been successfully doing on the nation’s campuses with their safe spaces, people of color-only spaces, trigger warnings, disinvitations, microaggressions, and of course speech codes.  Emory University still possesses the poor red-light rating accorded by the Foundation for Individual Rights in Education (https://www.thefire.org/schools/emory-university/). 
Professor Yancy states that he was accused by the Professor Watchlist of advancing “leftist propaganda in the classroom.”  Yet was that a false accusation?  Then he transformed the Watchlist into a criticism of Trump, as if the latter had incited its creation, yet conservative campus watchdog groups (e.g., Campus Reform and The College Fix) existed long before Trump’s advent.  He noted, “The Watchlist appears to be consistent with a nostalgic desire ‘to make America great again’ and to expose and oppose those voices in academia that are anti-Republican or express anti-Republican values.”  But are freedom of speech and vigorous debate only Republican values?  If so, what might be Democrat values?  Suppression of freedom of speech and vigorous debate?  
Professor Yancy argues:  “For many black people, making America ‘great again’ is especially threatening, as it signals a return to a more explicit and unapologetic racial dystopia.  For us, dreaming of yesterday is not a privilege, not a desire, but a nightmare.”  And yet haven’t we seen under Obama, not Trump, a definite increase in that racial dystopia?  The separation of whites and blacks had increased on college campuses like Emory over the past decade, where anti-white racism had been accorded the seal of academic approval with the widespread campus “White Privilege” and only Black Lives Matter PC-mantras, “designed to mark, shame and silence,” to use the professor’s words.  The Double-standards mindset blocks the ability to reason with objectivity.  Moreover, clearly Trump’s mantra, contrary to the professor’s clear implication, never meant let’s go back to the Antebellum South!  
For Professor Yancy, spokesperson of black people, the Professor Watchlist would rather that “we run in shame after having been called out.”  And yet the professor sure didn’t give a damn that he and his PC-comrades have made whites run in shame after having been called out via the White Privilege denunciation.  And the professor waxed poetical, though always unreasonable, “Its devotees would rather I become numb, afraid and silent.  However, it is the anger that I feel that functions as a saving grace, a place of being.”  
And it was that anger that prevented him from perceiving that he was guilty of precisely what he decried, though with regards whites.  In reality, his entire op-ed constituted a confusion—a mea culpa written as a j’accuse.  He argued in full hyperbolic mode, “The list is not simply designed to get others to spy on us, to out us, but to install forms of psychological self-policing to eliminate thoughts, pedagogical approaches and theoretical orientations that it defines as subversive.”  Yet he failed to note that was precisely what the anti-white racist “white privilege” and only Black Lives Matter movements and, more generally, campus political correctness ended up doing. 
It was possible that racial harmony will never exist to the point where the only solution might be racially separate nations.  The left’s intentional social engineering, racial mixage, might never succeed.  Certainly, the ingrained hatred and victimization and paranoia of Professor Yancy and so many others trumpeting racism ad infinitum would seem to point to that failure.  The professor  summarizes it nicely:  “Honestly, being a black man, I had thought that I had been marked enough — as bestial, as criminal, as inferior. I have always known of the existence of that racialized scarlet letter. It marks me as I enter stores; the white security guard never fails to see it. It follows me around at predominantly white philosophy conferences; I am marked as “different” within that space not because I am different, but because the conference space is filled with whiteness. It follows me as white police officers pull me over for no other reason than because I’m black.”
What of course the professor could not envision was his own privilege.  And he could not see it because seeing it would break the victimization narrative that fed him, that gave him privilege.  One would think that Yancy in his self-professed racism hopelessness and racism despair that he might consider moving to an all black nation like Liberia, where he could attend all black elitist philosophy conferences filled with blackness and all black police officers would pull him over not because he was black and all black security guards would not see the racialized scarlet n-word burned into his forehead because there he wouldn’t have one.       
Professor Yancy then declared, self-congratulating as so many academics love to do, standing up on his hind legs like a hero in cap, gown, and chevrons:  “Yet I reject this marking. I refuse to be philosophically and pedagogically adjusted. To be ‘philosophically adjusted’ is to belie what I see as one major aim of philosophy — to speak to the multiple ways in which we suffer, to be a voice through which suffering might speak and be heard, and to offer a gift to my students that will leave them maladjusted and profoundly unhappy with the world as it is. Bringing them to that state is what I call doing ‘high stakes philosophy.’”
And yet clearly Professor Yancy did not reject that victimization marking because it was precisely what provided him with a life of remunerated elitism.  How interesting to suffer so deeply, while simultaneously living a life of Riley!  His “high stakes philosophy” was nothing but another term for political correctness.  Hopefully, while making his students feel profoundly unhappy, he would also warn them that they might not be fortunate to live his life of privilege because to be profoundly unhappy and truly unprivileged could be a deadly combination.  
Throughout his op-ed, the professor patted himself on the back:  “I refuse to entertain my students with mummified ideas and abstract forms of philosophical self-stimulation. What leaves their hands is always philosophically alive, vibrant and filled with urgency. I want them to engage in the process of freeing ideas, freeing their philosophical imaginations. I want them to lose sleep over the pain and suffering of so many lives that many of us deem disposable. I want them to become conceptually unhinged, to leave my classes discontented and maladjusted.”  
And yet those “mummified ideas” were precisely what political correctness and the professor had been espousing.  Political correctness incarnated double speak, as in the freeing of ideas by limiting ideas. Did Professor Yancy want his students to question the claims of Black Lives Matter and deny the rise of black privilege, including black multimillionaires, or simply swallow those claims and ignore the latter?   Would his students leave his classes “discontented and maladjusted” because if they dared question the claims and the black privilege of their professor, their grades would suffer?  
“So, in my classrooms,” declares the professor, “I refuse to remain silent in the face of racism, its subtle and systemic structure.”  And yet did he raise his voice against the growing not-so-subtle anti-white racism spreading across the nation’s campuses?  Did he teach his students that two wrongs somehow make a right?  “I refuse to remain silent in the face of patriarchal and sexist hegemony and the denigration of women’s bodies, or about the ways in which women have internalized male assumptions of how they should look and what they should feel and desire,” he states.  And yet did the professor raise his voice against Islam and Sharia Law and Saudi Arabia, Qatar, and Palestine with that regard?  
“I refuse to be silent about forms of militarism in which innocent civilians are murdered in the name of “democracy,” he proclaims.  And yet did he raise his voice when murder was committed in the name of Islamic theocracy?  “I refuse to remain silent when it comes to acknowledging the existential and psychic dread and chaos experienced by those who are targets of xenophobia and homophobia,” notes the professor.  But what about blancophobia?   And what about fraudulent claims of xenophobic and homophobic hate crimes?  
“I refuse to remain silent in a world where children become targets of sexual violence, and where unarmed black bodies are shot dead by the state and its proxies, where those with disabilities are mocked and still rendered ‘monstrous,’ and where the earth suffers because some of us refuse to hear its suffering, where my ideas are marked as ‘un-American,’ and apparently ‘dangerous,’” he argues.  And what about Islamic child marriages and Islamic genital mutilation?  And what about unarmed black bodies being shot dead right and left by black thugs in Chicago?  And what about the San Bernardino and Orlando massacres?  Were they committed by evil whites?  
Professor Yancy concludes, “Well, if it is dangerous to teach my students to love their neighbors, to think and rethink constructively and ethically about who their neighbors are, and how they have been taught to see themselves as disconnected and neoliberal subjects, then, yes, I am dangerous, and what I teach is dangerous.”  And yet how did teaching divisiveness and white privilege and black victimization help students learn to love their neighbors, including the white ones?  The professor was dangerous, but not in the way he assumed.  He was dangerous only if he succeeded in indoctrinating his students to stand like him at antipodes to reason and fact.   Would he teach his students when lecturing on racism and slavery that the very first legal slave owner in America was a black man, Anthony Johnson; that thousands of black slaveowners existed during the Antebellum period, including over 3000 in New Orleans alone; that some of those black slaveholders used their slaves as human sacrifices in religious rituals; that Muslim (i.e., blackness, not whiteness) slaveholders “marched vast numbers of human beings from their homes where they had been captured to the places where they would be sold, hundreds of miles away, often spending months crossing the burning sands of the Sahara; that the death toll on these marches exceeded even the horrific toll on packed slave ships crossing the Atlantic” (Thomas Sowell); that blackness Muslims enslaved millions of whiteness Europeans; that the word “slave” derived not from blacks, but from Slavs, who were white Europeans, many of whom were enslaved; and that today, blackness Muslims still own slaves?  




Thursday, May 14, 2015

Alan Levine

Cancer in the Heart of Free Society:  the Freedom-of-Expression Hating “Hate Speechers”

The revolution cannot be made without killing and, to kill, it is best to hate.
—Che Guevara

Unlike un-privileged me, Civil Rights Attorney Alan Levine got to publish a letter in the New York Times on the near Muslim massacre in Garland, Texas.  The letter was highly deceptive, and thus provoked me to sketch a satirical cartoon, which no doubt would constitute an example of “hate speech” in Levine’s perverted thinking.   
          The Southern Poverty Law Center, which Levine cited favorably, is a self-anointed determiner of purported hate-speech offenders, who have not been tried for hate speech because, well, hate speech is not yet a crime in America, though it is in Canada and Europe.  The Center is hardly at all neutral, but far-left socialist.  If Che Guevara were an American living in America today, he certainly would not be on its list.  In essence, one must take the SPLC hate-speech offender list with a grain of salt.  And how not to think of McCarthy’s infamous blacklist or Stalin’s or Castro’s or Hitler’s or Mao’s?
The fundamental fault with “hate speech” is its highly subjective nature, which is the prime reason why it is protected speech in America.  Truth and fact can easily be deemed as “hate speech.” Proponents of “hate speech” regulations, the hate speechers, would certainly opt for burying any truth and fact that offend them.  That is the crux of the problem.  
As for Pamela Geller, who staged the Texas cartoon event, she was pejoratively described by Levine as “wrapping herself in the mantle of the First Amendment.”  Yet thanks to that “mantle” We, the People can still openly express our opinions even when they counter those of civil-rights lawyers like Levine.  Contrary to the Levine’s assertion and that of the kill-the messenger dhimmi media, both right and left-wing, she has made a useful contribution to a public dialogue about Islam. For example, she helped expose Islamist propagandists in America, who seek to spread the false narrative that somehow Islam, which means submission, is a religion of peace and that jihad is somehow a touchy-feely kind of thing.  She has also helped expose stealth jihad at work in America.  Her cartoon contest helped expose that images of Muhammad were not always frowned upon by Islamists and that persons creating those images were not always butchered by them, as in the grotesque Muslim massacre of the Charlie Hebdo cartoonists.  She also helped expose that the media, both left and right, have largely been suckered in by stealth jihad and do not really support freedom of expression, despite the claims to the contrary.  Furthermore, she helped keep the Ground Zero mosque, the one Obama favored, from becoming a horrendous reality.  So, if Geller’s is “hate speech,” then Levine is clearly wrong to stipulate that “the sole purpose of such speech is to inflame bigotry and to inflict injury.”  Speech does not “inflict injury.”  Islamist butchers inflict injury.  Somehow “hate-speechers” like Levine cannot seem to grasp that simple premise, for somehow they’ve been blinded.  They need to ask themselves how that happened. 
Levine mentions how he first came to truly hate Geller, who had denounced one of his clients, Ms. Almontaser, who he described as “a respected educator and community leader.”  As an educator, however, I am quite aware that far too many educators parade around as “respected” when also intellectually bankrupt and outright cowardly conformists.  So I would have to question the description, though I do not know the person.  Levine notes Geller had released a “hate-filled barrage of false and Islamophobic accusations about Ms. Almontaser,” yet fails to evoke just one such accusation.  Moreover, Islamophobic has become an idiot’s term today, used to dismiss any uncomfortable truths about Islam and Muhammad.  Levine should know better than to resort to such base ad hominem, which is normally used to divert attention away from facts that one does not like and cannot disprove.  So, city officials forced Almontaser to resign… all because of Geller’s purported “false accusations”?  Only a severely indoctrinated person could believe that.  

Finally, the real haters are the ones who kill people for drawing cartoons, the ones whose  religious book demands apostates, Jews, and kuffars be treated as inferiors and even murdered.  How can Levine and others NOT understand that?  How much money has he made from CAIR and other Islamic front groups, even if indirectly?  How else to explain the blindness?  Now, I do not know Levine.  I do not know Geller.  However, I have certainly “heard” a hell of a lot more reason from her, than from him.  The problem with ideology is that reason ineluctably becomes its enemy… 

Monday, April 6, 2015

Dwight Garner

Question:  Now, what poetry magazine out there would ever publish a review like the following? 

Answer:  The American Dissident.  Period.


Review of an Unusually Lame Review 
Ever read the poetry reviews in the Washington Post and New York Times?  If not, take a gander.  You might be surprised by the level of innocuousness… or perhaps not, that is, if you’re familiar with the poetry establishment.  “‘When our souls are happy,’ Charles Simic has written, ‘they talk about food.’  When my soul is happy, often enough, I want to talk about Mr. Simic,” states Dwight Garner in his latest New York Times review on several new Simic books. 
My review here is not about Simic, but rather about one of his blind fawners.  In fact, one must wonder if Garner is a paladin for publishers:  his review is scarcely longer than a lengthy back-cover blurb.  I’d copied it several weeks ago with the thought of sketching a cartoon on Simic, but I’d already done several, so that thought quickly evaporated.  Finally, I got down to looking at it.  Garner notes Simic’s stuff is “comic and elegiac” with a dash of “old world sensibility.”  Now, wouldn’t it be nice for once to read about a poet who’s stuff was hard-core truth telling and quite upsetting to the literary established order?  Sure, tell me about it.  The beginning sentence of Garner’s review should have been a line from Simic’s most potent verse.  Well, perhaps it was.   
The next indication of Simic’s potency, or rather impotency, as admired by Garner, is the following:  “In his very good new book of poems, ‘The Lunatic,’ for example, a spring day makes him so happy that, even if he had to face a firing squad, he’d ‘Smile like a hairdresser/Giving Cameron Diaz a shampoo.’  Oh, yeah, now I really want to read that book!  I’ll have to run down to the local library to see if it has a copy.  But am I dreaming?  For such verse, Simic won the Pulitzer Prize for poetry and a MacArthur fellowship!  Ah, but Garner informs that earlier Simic had written a “nearly perfect collection” in 2007 in celebration of his having been anointed Poet Laureataster of the US Congress.  Talk about a dysfunctional Congress!  In fact, the latest GAO report on the Library of Congress seems to have indicated precisely that!   Too bad, Garner does not provide a “nearly perfect” line of verse from that collection to entice us to read it.

Finally, the other book reviewed is a prose collection, The Life of Images.  “Yet what’s really special about this book is that it demonstrates what a melancholy baby this poet is, in all the best ways,” notes Garner who is perhaps so blinded by his love of Simic that he doesn’t even realize the inanity pouring out of his own pen.  Perhaps he too is a “melancholy baby”?  How not to LOL.  Perhaps a cartoon of both of them in diapers singing Van Morrison’s “Melancholia” might be a good idea.  Hmm.  So, Simic was “an early foodie.”  Whoopee!  One really has to wonder how someone like Garner manages to get his hagiographies published.  Oh, yeah, I forgot, the high standards of the New York Times… and paladin of publishers.