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A quick test. Can you guess the occupation of the person quoted below?
OK, officially, I now hate white people. I am a white people [sic], for God’s sake, but can we keep them – us – out of my neighbourhood?
Yes, once again, via Facebook, an educator speaks. Specifically, Rutgers University history professor James Livingston, following a visit to the Harlem Shake burger restaurant, which was, in his words, “overrun with little Caucasian assholes who know their parents will approve of anything they do.” In this case, the children of unsightly and problematic pallor were sliding on the floor and singing loudly. Activities that no brown-skinned child has ever indulged in, and which, naturally, the professor felt obliged to racialize:
Slide around the floor, you little shithead, sing loudly, you moron. Do what you want, nobody here is gonna restrict your right to be white.
And nothing enhances the purchase of a burger quite like a crescendo of racial animosity:
I hereby resign from my race. Fuck these people. Yeah, I know, it’s about access to my dinner. Fuck you, too.
While the professor claims that his vehement dislike of white people, and especially white children, is only now official, readers may arrive at their own conclusions. “I just don’t want little Caucasians overrunning my life,” the educator subsequently explained:
Please God, remand them to the suburbs, where they and their parents can colonize every restaurant, all the while pretending that the idiotic indulgence of their privilege signifies cosmopolitan — you know, as in sophisticated “European” — commitments.
So, to recap. Our white-and-woke educator is upset, one might say fuming, that white people – other white people, that is – are “colonizing” his neighbourhood. Unlike him, you see, those other white people are privileged and indulged, and presumably crawling with mites. And unlike him, they should be remanded to the suburbs, where they belong.
Oh, and by the way, here’s Jelena Pasic, the Croatian-born owner of the restaurant in question. Readers are invited to speculate as to how Ms Pasic might feel about some neurotic, racist wanker trying to shame away her customers.
Update:
Pasic, who is the restaurant’s founder, and [Dardra] Coaxum, who is a partner, condemned the professor’s remarks, and directly addressed Livingston, noting that they “refuse to be sucked into [his] racist rants.” “We ask that our name is removed from your rant because we do not want to have anything to do with you,” the women added. “And yeah, we ask that you get your burgers somewhere else.”
Nicely done, ladies.
Professor Livingston, a contributor to Marxist Perspectives and Socialist Revolution, is, he says, currently planning a book titled F@!% WORK.
Poor fellow.
Mebbe best if he just hanged himself.
Scratch a leftist, find a racist. But to be fair I hate noisy kids in restaurants too.
But to be fair I hate noisy kids in restaurants too.
Well, yes. But the question is whether you’d subsequently take to a public forum and, in writing, frame your displeasure in overtly and emphatically racial terms, as if skin colour were the only possible explanation, and while knowing that this racial tirade might be seen by colleagues and your employer, and either not care what they might infer, or assume that your sentiments might earn you woke brownie points, not only from the university, but also from the parents of white students who may end up in your class.
A racist!
and while knowing that this racial tirade might be seen by colleagues and your employer, and either not care what they might infer, or assume that your sentiments might earn you woke brownie points,
The new rules don’t apply to the people making them.
What Peter H said. The trouble with utter Tuesdays of this ilk is that they never have the courage of their convictions.
Naturally, the professor is now amused by the fact that his racist tirade has met with disapproval and has “ignited emotions.” And a man who tells us, quite emphatically, that he “hates white people” says he finds it “hilarious” that people are “announcing that I’m the racist, not them.”
Pausing to question his own assumptions is, it seems, out of the question.
[ Added: ]
As so often, the subsequent dynamic is interesting, in a contorted kind of way. Having published an obnoxious and overtly racist tirade, either as an expression of real feeling or of how he wishes to seem among his equally woke peers, the professor encounters the inevitable pushback and accusations of racism, which he promptly frames as somehow proving his point, i.e., that all white people are racist and appalling. For disliking racism.
And so if you complain about an educator’s racist tirades, then what matters – all that matters – is your “privilege” and “entitlement,” not the fact that an unhinged and unapologetic racist might be educating your children.
Can you guess the occupation of the person quoted below?
The grammar was a big clue.
Sad. Incoherent doesn’t quite capture it, does it?
… you little shithead … you moron … Fuck these people … Fuck you, too
And this guy is a Professor of History at a university?
Incoherent doesn’t quite capture it, does it?
I do hope you’re not suggesting that standards in the Clown Quarter are in decline, both intellectually and morally, or that we should notice the number of leftist educators with quite serious mental health issues.
Because that wouldn’t do at all.
Perhaps, once (if) his book is published, his employers will agree with him and tell him he no longer works there.
Oh, and by the way, here’s Jelena Pasic, the Croatian-born owner of the restaurant in question.
Snort!
Interesting that this guy is complaining about wypipo at Harlem Shake which, according to the map, is at 111th and Malcom X in (oddly enough) Harlem, and he calls it, “his neighborhood.”
“His neighborhood”, which means that this wypipo and his hipster burger joint selling $6-8 organic shakes and $7 “classic” grilled cheese of $20/lb jack cheese on a brioche is part of the problem of the gentrification of Harlem.
I am shocked that this dime store Marxist would be in the least hypocritical.
Readers are invited to speculate as to how Ms Pasic might feel about some neurotic, racist wanker trying to shame away her customers.
LOL. That.
Hmmmm. Where have I heard of this guy before?
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2574752/NJ-court-orders-divorced-father-pay-half-daughters-225-000-law-school-expenses-despite-pairs-falling-out.html
LOL. That.
But imagine the vanity involved. Presumably, Professor Livingston believes that Ms Pasic’s business can simply do without all those pale-skinned paying customers. So that one self-regarding educator can again feel all intrepid and countercultural about visiting a diner in Harlem.
Wasn’t sure if Livingston was a self-denouncing wholeblooded carrier of white guilt or an exempted Jew critiquing “fellow whites”. He says on his Twitter that his ancestors are Irish, “idiots all”, which would make him a self-hating Irishman of the pattern observed by Orson Welles.
Yes, that’s an observation that can be made: upper middle class white children can be entitled, ungrateful brats if their parents don’t bring them up the right way, and sometimes even if their parents do bring them up the right way. This is a subject that might touch a raw nerve for Livingston.
And similar observations can be made about the bad behavior of other social groups, as Livingston knows, because he’s parodying an encounter with diversity that’s more likely to happen with the races inverted – white diners muttering into their soup because black children haven’t been taught the social norms of a sit-down restaurant.
The trouble with utter Tuesdays
“Tuesdays”? He doesn’t appear to be full of grace, so I’m missing the reference on this one.
Once again, we see a rather mundane observation, i.e. “Kids in public tend to misbehave and get rambunctious, unless supervised appropriately,” turned into something for consumption of the “Wokest of the Woke.” As others have mentioned, I have a low tolerance for children who misbehave in public and the parents who are oblivious to their misbehavior. Instead of concentrating on the real issue of parental supervision, the professor decides to completely obscure his valid point with left wing, progressive nonsense. Query, how this helps?
There are many checks and balances to buying a gun, the background check, your finger prints and ID, and now they will be looking at your history (psych) before allowing you to buy a gun.
Perhaps we should do this with the people that teach our children, clearly this “PROFESSOR” is a troubled man and needs some help, seems unwise to allow him around young people.
“See you next…”, perhaps?
I hereby resign from my race. Fuck these people. Yeah, I know, it’s about access to my dinner. Fuck you, too.
They *always* sound like teenagers.
They *always* sound like teenagers.
As we’ve seen many times, a note of delinquent posturing is quite common.
Children (of any color) who grow up with no father to serve as disciplinarian are going to encounter Dr. Livingston later in life and look upon him as a surrogate father figure. That’s surely going to give them the leg up they were needing, and put them in an excellent position to succeed in the world of grownups.
Via Ace, Imagine when this little Mao-ling grows up. And I’m certain there are many more like him in training…
https://streamable.com/4e3qh
The story of our history professor here getting reamed (PTE) by his own 26 YO daughter for half of her tuition is kind of amusing however. Until you consider that the worse of the two evils won and thus more power is being acquired by these little sh*ts. Privilege indeed.
Query, how this helps?
As was pointed out here recently, the SJW stance on racism has become all about them as individuals; as though each were trying to bag some weird, secular kind of plenary indulgence rather than doing anything concrete about actual racism. To borrow from another religion, it’s all getting rather pharisaical.
I have eaten at Harlem Shake. I recommend it.
@WTP
That video is remarkable . . . and quite scary, actually. The kid is maybe twelve years old and yet is a fully formed psychopath. As Squid notes above, the odds of a father being present in his home are minimal, I think. If there is a father present, one wonders what the kid’s home life is like. The kid obviously feels powerless and therefore seeks to compensate by behaving as he does. He wants attention and this is the only way he can get it.
No matter what the problem, I’ll take the “under” on number of years before he commits his first violent felony and winds up in prison, absent some serious and immediate intervention.
Via Ace, Imagine when this little Mao-ling grows up.
I can’t help thinking it captures something of the psychology we’ve often seen in posts tagged academia.
The Rutgers professor isn’t just white, he makes confectioners sugar look swarthy. What did he think happened to the neighborhood when he moved into it?
There are many checks and balances to buying a gun, the background check, your finger prints and ID, and now they will be looking at your history (psych) before allowing you to buy a gun.
Not sure where you live, but in the civilized states, you don’t need finger prints, and sneaking a psych history past HIPAA would require changing a whole lot of laws.
I have eaten at Harlem Shake. I recommend it.
Any place that rips off Howard Johnson’s typeface, thinks a “classic” grilled cheese is made with a brioche, serves shrimp and grits with turkey sausage, charges $2 for a slice of cheese, or $.75 for a shot of BBQ sauce gets a hard pass.
Any place that rips off Howard Johnson’s…
I just had a fried clam flashback.
I just had a fried clam flashback.
You and me both – tenderwsweet fried clam roll was the first thing I thought of when I saw the Harlem Shake mess. Alas, there may be only one left in Lake George, NY
excuse me, but don’t most leftist professors advocate for a more permissive, open society? oh, i get it, it’s only o k only when they are the ones not being disturbed by those behaviors. bet he doesn’t live in a new brunswick suburb where illegals pack the house right next door either…
Another of these College Eggheads opens his mouth and inserts his foot just why do liberals do such irresponible things and why are they always opening their mouths and spouting nonsense and poppycock?
Farnsworth, you have clearly never attempted to obtain traditional diner fare in Spanish Harlem.
Farnsworth, you have clearly never attempted to obtain traditional diner fare in Spanish Harlem.
[ Room falls silent. Starts hiding breakables. ]
[ Room falls silent. Starts hiding breakables. ]
[ Discreetly puts money in Jukebox and steps onto the dance floor. ]
“They *always* sound like teenagers.”
“I knew this place before it was cool”.
“thinks a “classic” grilled cheese is made with a brioche”
*snort* Ah, I know exactly the sort of establishment we’re talking about now. Bonus points if it’s soft cheese.
steps onto the dance floor
So can we expect a dance off?
There are many checks and balances to buying a gun, the background check, your finger prints and ID
I must’ve done it wrong last week then, because I didn’t do any of that (well, except the ID). Went in, paid my money, filled out some form, took my new Bersa Thunder .380 to the range and loosed 50 rounds through it. Then went home.
Fun gun. Now I need a more convenient range:-/.
Farnsworth, you have clearly never attempted to obtain traditional diner fare in Spanish Harlem.
Not that Harlem Shake is in Spanish Harlem, but actually, (being a fan of hole-in-the wall dives as they generally have the best food), I have, but that was way back in the before times of the 1980s when I had the great misfortune of having had to live in NYC for work purposes, and way before the current ninnies who would try to make mofungo with avocado started moving in.
Of course before it was “Spanish Harlem” it was where the non-Muldoon vaguely Slavic part of the family settled before relocating to other parts of the city, before leaving the dump for the civilized states.
The problem with all the food reviewers drooling over this place is that they are very provincial and never eaten anyplace but New York (city, not the state, I doubt any have been north of White Plains – best hot dogs, Syracuse – or west of the Hudson – best pastrami sandwich not in a Brooklyn deli, but in a town of about 16,000 in Mississippi), so their basis of comparison is limited.
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2574752/NJ-court-orders-divorced-father-pay-half-daughters-225-000-law-school-expenses-despite-pairs-falling-out.html
I would shift country rather than pay some ungrateful spawn like that. Even if it cost me quite a lot of money.
I know honour isn’t much valued these days, but admitting that I let my daughter win like that would be too much for me to bear.
Not that Harlem Shake is in Spanish Harlem…
They were. Requiescat in pace. Actually the move up to 125th Street has probably been great for them.
Don’t get me wrong, this is not the best diner chow from sea to shining sea by a long shot. But it’s perfectly credible, and the mere presence of your white self might honk off a Marxist academic from Rutgers, so that’s a double win in my book.
steps onto the dance floor.
Wow. And to think, the doctors said that his third buttock was of no practical use.
I know honour isn’t much valued these days, but admitting that I let my daughter win like that would be too much for me to bear.
Many, many years ago, my state amended its domestic relations law to require parents in a divorce situation to pay for their children’s undergraduate education, up to a maximum of four years with the amount limited to the cost of tuition, books, room & board at our state’s flagship public university. Such obligation would terminate by law the moment the kid turned 22.
Shortly, thereafter, I represented a Dad who’d been sending monthly support to his 21 year old college daughter. Unknown to him, and without his consent, she had obtained a part-time job which together with her dad’s support was paying her $18K per year. She also took out student loans on her own and over which her dad had no control. Thus, she was living quite the cashmere lifestyle.
Nonetheless, she sued Dad to take advantage of the new law. I argued it was unconstitutional as children of parents who didn’t divorce could not compel their parents to pay for college, not mention, the child had access to all manner of income on her own as an adult. Alas, the trial did the expedient thing and ignored the arguments and ordered the dad to pony up the cash.
I appealed.
Before the appeal was heard, my client got his revenge, however. He pointed out that his daughter had screwed around and was at least 2.5 years away from her degree and that his obligations to her would legally cease at age 22. He told his daughter that she could either accept the status quo and he would support her until she obtained her degree, or she could revel in her victory at which point she’d be on her own in 5 months.
The appeal was dismissed, the only downside to which was our Supreme Court never got to rule on the constitutional abomination the law is. I never had another such case and stopped doing domestic work, but my opinion about such laws remains the same.
…his third buttock was of no practical use.
It’s been both a blessing and a curse. The gods always manage to poison their gifts.
They were.
Just so – only saw the present location, thanks.
But it’s perfectly credible…
Gotta disagree there from the Yelp pictures, nobody, but nobody in their right mind puts American cheese slices on fried chicken, that is an abomination that will get one consigned to the lowest levels of Hell, and this alleged veggie burger is only slightly more appetizing than a three day old dissected frog left over from a high school biology class, which, come to think of it, it might actually be.
…the mere presence of your white self might honk off a Marxist academic from Rutgers…
OK, you got me there, but I’m not having anything except the beer, that is probably safe.
nobody in their right mind puts American cheese slices on fried chicken,
Nobody mention crumpets.
Nobody mention crumpets.
Cooking crumpets in a microwave. I ask you. It’s heathen savagery.
Nobody mention crumpets.
They are now serving crumpets made from cruelty free, free range pumpkin seed flour, topped with artisinal organic apricot/avocado pat; $15, $2.50 extra for a slice of American cheese.
Nobody mention crumpets.
Is it still too early for figgy pudding? Bangers and mash, then?
A quick test. Can you guess the occupation of the person quoted below?
After reading the first seven words of the quote, my first guess was “college professor”. The next sentence turned that guess into a certainty. Now, like others in this thread, I do have reason, on occasion, to be irritated by misbehaving small children whose parents are either unable or unwilling to control them. And yet at no point would it occur to me to shame myself, or the group to which I belong, over the actions of others.
They will let just anybody be a college professor these days. The man has no class and less self-awareness.
And yet at no point would it occur to me to shame myself, or the group to which I belong, over the actions of others.
I’m guessing that’s because you haven’t spent years in a dysfunctional environment, i.e., the Clown Quarter, learning to be perverse and modishly neurotic in order to impress equally perverse and modishly neurotic peers.
A quick test. Can you guess the occupation of the person quoted below?
To my shame, I was going to guess “sociology professor,” which is only half right. Does that merit only one hench-lesbian or something?
Christ what an asshole.
I’m sure his daughter is heartbroken for getting her dad to resign from the white race, though. I mean, that’s hard.
File under “the left eats its own”, https://meanjin.com.au/blog/note-from-meanjin-editor/
“I just don’t want little Caucasians overrunning my life,”
I’d suggest self-deportation to somewhere like the Democratic Republic of Congo or Pakistan. He won’t be overrun by wicked Caucasians and their damned Caucasity there.
I overheard two women discussing their young adult children recently. One was particularly proud of her son who she said “transferred to Harvard” and was getting a PhD in…wait for it… Sociology.
I forsee a dissertation on race and supremacy signalling in gentrified restaurants in minority communities.
Instalanche!
https://pjmedia.com/instapundit/298629/
Instalanche!
[ Heads for gents with can of Oust. ]
Proving once again by their own hand that the “educated” and “educators” are some of the stupidest people on the planet.
But to be fair I hate noisy kids in restaurants too.
Hate?? FWP
Is it still too early for figgy pudding? Bangers and mash, then?
No Spotted Dick?
No Spotted Dick?
AIUI, there are shots that you can get…
learning to be perverse and modishly neurotic in order to impress equally perverse and modishly neurotic peers
Some fifteen years ago I visited a college friend who had moved to San Francisco after graduation. I was quite perplexed to discover that amongst a very large portion of his social circle, a lengthy summary of one’s systemic and ongoing ailments, syndromes and soi-disant food allergies had replaced “Hello”.
So South Park was not wrong about San Francisco disappearing up its own ass?
…amongst a very large portion of his social circle, a lengthy summary of one’s systemic and ongoing ailments, syndromes and soi-disant food allergies had replaced “Hello”.
And their preferred pronouns, surely?
…amongst a very large portion of his social circle, . . . And their preferred pronouns, surely?
Albeit when reading of such, one always remembers that socially, 70 people is large, 150 is enormous—and San Francisco is apparently well over 800,000 . . .
Beyond that, well, yes we’re aware that hipsters exist, but then after all: For you will always have the hipster among you.
Yesterday was an election day in SF. I was running one of the polling precincts, and from getting signed up, to getting trained, to arranging for everyone in assorted neighborhoods to get their votes in, the issue was how to best get all this done, and mere ideology never came up . . . .
“Spotted Dick shots”
Is that, like, an injection, some kind of sexting image or an alcoholic beverage served in a small glass?
PS Some election-related stuff happened in Ontario last week.
Nicely done, ladies
Now that’s what I call a classy response. Should I ever find myself in New York (unlikely given my current circumstances, but you never know) I’ll certainly go and have a meal there.
Remember, this is the mental wreckage deemed fit to teach your children.
this is the mental wreckage deemed fit to teach your children.
That mental wreeckage isn’t teaching any of my children. But that mental wreckage is deemed my superior and thus worthy of being supported by my labor.