I caught a little bit of CNN’s Black in America tonight. It was a typical Marxist hate-fest complete with a faux balance of views. I was particularly struck by the interview with Spike Lee. This film-maker is a multi-millionaire who has won numerous awards. Yet still had the chip on his shoulder. The same chip that Michelle Obama has. It’s a constant drumbeat of anger, entitlement, and alienation. He was particularly aggrieved that he had to convince rich white people to invest their money in his movies. They didn’t fawn over him as he saw fit. These ugly feelings of rage and unappeasable demands are the progeny of a society demented by liberalism. And we see these feelings among even the richest and most successful black people, who have many amusements to lighten the human condition. How much more hate runs in the veins of those whose lives are more difficult, fraught with the economic insecurity and struggle that so many people, black and white, must live with.
I have a theory about CNN. It’s headquartered in Atlanta, home of the black elite. It seems more than MSNBC, Fox, and even Hollywood to focus on black issues and concerns. It undoubtedly has many talented and wealthy black people in its ranks. But, nonetheless, so many have the trademark hateful and one-dimensional view of the world. We all know the drill of excuses and pieties. Black pathologies are exaggerated and over-stated by the media. Noose pranks assume greater significance than black-on-white atrocities so common that they never make national news. Imaginary white racists lurk in the shadows, such that even multi-millionaires can consider themselves to be victims of an unjust society.
I was particularly struck by Suzanne Malvaux’s incredulity at a successful, relatively well-adjusted black executive in NYC. His basic happiness in life was illegitimate to her. She pressed him repeatedly and never wanted him to forget that some whites–quite reasonably in the era of affirmative action–would view his accomplishments skeptically. In the eyes of her tribal anti-white group-think, he had to be alienated, and his failure to embrace this counter-productive self-indulgence was somehow a sin against his race. Even if her j’accuse had no effect on him, he is the exception. All the little Suzanne Malvauxs forging the values of young people in black churches, black colleges, black schools, black clubs, and black professional organizations won’t let the most promising blacks forget: to be truly black requires identifying with the feelings of righteous victimhood among the contemporary black underclass and the genuine victimhood of long-deceased black slaves.
President Barry won’t make this go away either for the country or himself. Particularly as a “mixed race” individual, he’ll always have to kowtow to this suspicious black value system lest his fragile sense of self be damaged by the charge of being a race-traitor, an Uncle Tom. For a black man lacking confidence in his identity, this is the greatest pain he can imagine. If being racist is now the great mortal sin among reeducated white America, being a race traitor has the same salience for blacks.