Jim Goad is all Blacked Out

Jim Goad is one of the best journalists on the face of the planet right now. Not in the sense of a straight-shooting hard news truth-teller like Tim Pool or Brett Baier. No, Goad is the journalistic child of the late Hunter S. Thompson. A take-no-prisoners gonzo journalist whose every word drips with volcanic fury and razor-sharp insight.

And Jim Goad is blacked out.

Far from taking a knee at the altar of Black Lives Matter, Goad is taking a swing. Punching back at the cant, lies and hypocrisy of the black-worshipping left.

Way back in the 60s, Norman Podhoretz, then as wet a liberal as they came, couldn’t help noticing a glaring discrepancy between white liberal rhetoric and the harsh reality around him. He was told endlessly, by the press and his liberal friends, how persecuted blacks were. But his lyin’ eyes told him that, in his neighbourhood, it was the blacks doing all the persecuting. “In my world, it was the whites, the Italians and Jews, who feared the Negroes, not the other way around.”

Even bookish (and therefore “white-acting”) blacks like Ta-Nehisi Coates kinda-sorta mumble that it was fellow black kids who tormented him, not the whites.

[Jim Goad]: Long ago, I was robbed at gunpoint by a black guy in Center City Philly. Was also sucker-punched by a black guy in South Philly while a throng of blacks stood around, cheering. I know a white woman who was raped by a black guy in Chicago almost two years ago. I know someone here in Atlanta whose two roommates were murdered by black thugs five years ago. I strain to think of anyone I know who hasn’t had some sort of extraordinarily unpleasant encounter with a black person.

Miraculously, despite all the “racists” with whom I rub elbows in my editorial meanderings, I’ve never met anyone who’s committed a violent crime against a black person. Not once. Ever.

Something is seriously wrong with the picture that’s being painted.

This anecdotal discrepancy between narrative and reality is borne out by hard data. Black-on-black crime is disproportionately homicidal. While inter-racial crime is relatively rare, whites are overwhelmingly more likely to be the victims of black violence than vice-versa.

But to even suggest that white lives matter is to be instantly cast into the outer darkness of “racism”.

I believe the current national crisis has not been caused by an undervaluation of black life but rather an unwarranted reverence for—and fear of—black people’s feelings. Despite the torrents of propaganda, there is no defamation of blacks in the media. Instead, it is constant unrealistic praise. Black Americans have received so much sympathy, they appear to be overdosing on it.

Obviously no one gives a shit about my feelings or those of any white male at this point. You’ve made that brutally clear. And yet we haven’t burned buildings over it[…]

When it comes to feelings, white men face an impossible scenario—they are either presumed to not have feelings at all (because they’re monsters), or they’re mocked for expressing any feelings at all—boo-hoo-hoo, white boy, go drown in your tears. The only feeling they’re permitted to express is a deep and incurable sense of self-hatred.

This is what celebrated Australian poet Les Murray dubbed “the very uniqueness of a racism practised only against ourselves”. From Alexander Hamilton to Joan of Arc, white icons are replaced with black faces. Just you try doing the other way.

It’s not going to end well, either way.

When you constantly tell someone that they’re worthless and vile, they will react in one of two ways. The weak-willed will buy it and prostrate themselves in abject subjection. This is what the white worms of the American left are doing when they crawl and kneel and literally wash the feet of triumphant black activists. They revel in their own humiliation.

The proud do not kneel. They agree that “it’s better to die on your feet than to live on your knees,” as Midnight Oil once sang. Tell them that they are vile and they will tell you to take a hike. Push them too hard and they will push back.

This is the pushback that the left are setting the stage for. Sooner or later, white people who are not completely spineless and see no reason to bear the blame for things they never did are going to ark up.

My friends, I have a severe case of Negro Fatigue. I am all Negroed-out. I’m sorry, but I can’t feel sorry for them anymore. And a lot of people—far more than are brave enough to say anything about it—are feeling the same way.

The white West is the least racist hemisphere on Earth. But that’s a fragile peace, hard-won and easily broken by unscrupulous and mendacious race-baiters. Ordinary Americans, Britons, Australians and New Zealanders do not want a race-war.

But the left does. And if they don’t let up with the anti-white bullshit soon, they’re going to get it.

And no one will win.

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