Those White Devil Blues
From academia, that hothouse of social progress:
Ah, the arts. Where it’s all thou-shalt-not.
Not really in the spirit of what music is, methinks. Sort of, “You only get to sing this if we think you look right. Because appearance – specifically, your racial classification – is what matters.” And hey, who wouldn’t love a game of Who May Sing What, Based On Their Skin Colour? How terribly uplifting.
Needless to say, no corresponding restrictions or accusations of “cultural appropriation” would be tolerated regarding minority students performing music deemed white. Say, as when the troupe performed the works of the Jonas Brothers and the very pale pop songstress Ariana Grande. But clearly, reciprocal principles would be too much to ask.
Fair point.
Being entirely reasonable, this didn’t go down well.
Yes, I know. The word irony scarcely covers it.
Despite the group’s policy of unilateral racial exclusivity in singing being somewhat dissonant with the university’s codes of conduct, which prohibit “discrimination… based on race,” Mr Phillips was warned that his expectations of fairness and merit might have dire consequences. And there followed exquisitely detailed conditions of any further discussion of the issue, with stern pre-emptive cautions against “aggressive wording.”
Vocal Intensity styles itself as the university’s “premier all-gender a cappella group” and claims to provide “an inclusive environment for all individuals who have a passion for music.” But obviously, not if you fancy singing Alice Smith and Miles Caton’s Last Time (I Seen The Sun) while being offensively white.
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Where’s the National Guard when you need them?
Somewhere the shades of Lester Maddox, George Wallace, and Orval Fabus are laughing their spectral asses off.
Marched off campus at bayonet-point would be fair.
Those Who Are No Longer Our Countrymen.
Make that marched out of the United States.
“This is not your mother’s or your grandmother‘s Narnia”
So, it’s our crazy cat lady aunt’s Narnia?
Today is the 32nd anniversary of the racist Long Island Railroad shooting. Here are photos of the six that he killed.
How to say it’s going to be a absolute clusterf*ck without saying it’s going to be a absolute clusterf*ck.
So who gets to sing solos in Handel’s Messiah?
Germans or Englishmen?
“Fact checkers”: Snopes and Politifact covered up evidence that Ilhan Omar’s father led death squads in Somalia before fleeing to America.
1993. I was in grad school, so I would have heard it filtered through left-wing narrations. So today I learned that no black people were killed, and that the shooter had been expressing racism against whites and Asians.
Sheesh.
It’s a song from the soundtrack of a film about white vampires sucking the Excellence out of blacks until a non-white coalition gives the vampires the ultraviolence they have coming. It’s an explicit anti-white film, and only made in 2025, so it’s not like there’s been a camp re-evaluation that all races can enjoy.
Have you noticed yet that you’re not actually on American Bandstand? The film and the song don’t celebrate what we have in common, they ideate violence against your people. Your bandmates understand what the song is about, and it’s because it promotes violence against whites that they’re singing it. Why can’t whites join in the anti-white chorus – do you have any dignity, or instinct for self-preservation? Do we really have to walk you through the exercise of what if the film depicted Jewish vampires?
I did find out very quickly about his racist motives, but I’m not sure how: 1993 was before I got high speed internet and before the rise of the blogosphere. Is it possible that my local newspaper published the actual facts? [ Eyebrows rise very high. ]