For newcomers and the nostalgic, some items from the archives. Think of this batch as a kind of “critical race theory” special edition.

Beneath The Planet Of The Bedlamites.

Oh, the thrill of being screamed at by mad people.

Regarding Robin DiAngelo and her lamentable bestseller White Fragility, some of you may have been wondering, “What kind of person is drawn to and internalises this neurotically demented horseshit?” Well, here’s a possible answer, captured for posterity during a live-streamed meeting of the New York City Community Education Council. In a mercifully abridged video, embedded below, we see “public education advocate” and gratuitous declaimer of pronouns Ms Robin Broshi using the meeting to chase away the demons nesting in her head.

You see, when you’re bouncing your friend’s young nephew on your lap, you’re not being affectionate or delighting in babyness, you’re actually “exhibiting [your] power over people of colour.” And therefore require immediate “anti-racism training.”

You’re Reading The Comments, Right?

When wokeness collides with logic, only one can be allowed to prevail:

Pst314 and Mr Muldoon point us to an “analysis” piece in Scientific American, in which we’re urged to fret about “the violence Black men experience in [American] football,” and in which we’re told that the physicality of the sport “disproportionately affects black men.” This is framed so as to imply some systemic racial wrongdoing – “anti-Black practices” that are “inescapable” – rather than, say, being an unremarkable reflection of the sport’s demographics, in which, at professional levels, black players are a majority. Or to put it another, no less scientific, way – the risk of injury while playing a contact sport disproportionately affects those who actually play it.

No evidence is offered, at all, to establish that injuries are more frequent among black players compared to their white peers – which is pretty much the article’s premise – or to support the conceit that any such disparity, should it exist, must be driven by racism. And yet we’re told, with an air of satisfaction, “These playing fields… are never theoretically far from plantation fields.” Albeit a plantation with fan mail, lucrative endorsements, and an average salary of around $2.7 million.

Have You Tried Less Tiresome Music?

On the word you mustn’t say but must love hearing.

It’s also worth noting how one of the most hazardous of words to use – one that may result in a kicking or sudden unemployment, and from which All Decent Non-Racist People are expected to recoil – is simultaneously one to which All Decent Non-Racist People are supposed to be drawn, or at least happy to tolerate. Provided it’s being mouthed, endlessly, by idiots of a certain hue. And failing to have a taste for this experience is, we’re now told, evidence of racism.

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