Mark Judge recently lost both his bicycle and his white guilt:
Thatâ€™s when I lost it. I had been carefully educated by liberal parents that we are all, black and white, the same. My favorite movie growing up was â€œIn the Heat of the Night.â€ Yet that often meant not treating everyone the same. It meant treating blacks with a mixture of patronizing condescension and obsequious genuflecting to their Absolute Moral Authority gained from centuries of suffering. It meant not treating everyone the same.
It meant leaving valuable things like a bike in a vulnerable position in a black part of town because you didnâ€™t want to admit that the crime is worse in poor black neighborhoods.
Hearing the kumbaya song from my liberal friend, I immediately thought of a phrase Piers Morgan had recently used when he was debating the tiresome black liberal journalist TourÃ© about the Trayvon Martin case. TourÃ© had accused Morgan of not â€œfully understanding whatâ€™s really going on here and whatâ€™s really at stake for America.â€ To which Morgan replied: â€œWhat a load of fatuous nonsense you speak, TourÃ©, donâ€™t you? You think you have the only right to speak about whatâ€™s serious in America? You think I donâ€™t have the right as somebody from Britain who spent the last six or seven years here to address the story like this with the seriousness it deserves?â€
Score one for the Queen. In that moment, I had a change of consciousness. Why was I assuming that the kid who stole my bike was acting out of some terrible pain, as if he had been directly under the lash of Bull Connor? What if he has a car, a nice apartment, a hot girlfriend and good health?
What if he is just a selfish asshole?
I decided that Iâ€™m just going to let go of my white guilt. Weâ€™re all human, we all experience pain in our lives. And black pain is no different than white pain.
It felt good to say it: Black pain is no different than white pain. Iâ€™m tired of people using the moral authority of past generations for their own personal gain and self-aggrandizement. Soledad Oâ€™Brien, a Harvard graduate, acts like she just stepped off the Amistad.
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