Never Cede Points To The Politically Correct
Political correctness has made cowards out of heretofore reasonable minds, and it has encouraged people to lie rather than risk being called a racist, a sexist, or a xenophobe. But, even more repulsive than those characteristics (or lack thereof) is that political correctness has reduced the minds of many to the level of “when you cannot get a person to agree with you, try to get them to agree on a lesser part of the fallacious assertion.”
Monday I encountered a situation that had aspects of all of the above. I settled into a chair at an outdoor cafe yesterday afternoon. Seated at the table next to me were a husband and wife, and a co-worker of the woman. At the other table next to me was a woman with her small grandson.
The conversation of the three people went from talking about their co-workers to what measures could be taken to reduce product waste. Then it happened. Their conversation went from co-workers and product waste to the George Zimmerman trial. I wasn’t quite sure at that point if they were speaking for my benefit, you know, letting me know that they were down with the struggle, or if they actually believed what they were saying.
They were disgusted that there was a request to delay the trial because of information that had just come to light. They felt enough time had passed, and the inference was that it was time to start the trial and get on with the act of hanging Zimmerman. They then sucked their teeth and shook their collective heads when the co-worker of the one woman said that she had read the Ku Klux Klan was going to rally in Sanford. They found that particularly offensive.
I decided I was not going to let their political correctness go unchallenged; I excused myself for intruding upon their conversation. They welcomed my intrusion with smiles and open arms until about five seconds after I started to speak. In staccato fashion, I quickly explained the dynamics of the case and pointed out that none other than Alan Dershowitz agreed with legal experts who had said this case did not warrant a trial, and it certainly did not warrant the second-degree murder charges Mr. Zimmerman was facing. At this point, the woman sitting with her grandson focused on our conversation.
The people responded several times to the facts that I was sharing with incredulous “I didn’t know that.” I told them about NBC being forced to admit they purposefully edited the tape of Mr. Zimmerman’s 911 call to make it appear that his actions were racially motivated. They admitted they hadn’t read that.
Using Mark Ivancic, the managing editor for The Bradford Era newspaper, as the classic example of how the media falsifies the truth, I shared with them how Ivancic had been caught red-handed changing copyrighted, syndicated material to say what the writers had not intended it to say. I shared how John Satterwhite, the publisher of the same paper, endorsed his actions by ignoring requests for redress because he thought Ivancic’s actions would be ignored by most of the readers. I explained that Ivancic, Satterwhite, and those like them are the reason that the only truly believable thing in media is the final score to a sporting event.[adsanity id=8309 align=alignleft /]The woman who was with her grandson was nodding her head in agreement with me as I talked. I told them that Martin had been a thug wannabe who was well on his way to being the ward of taxpayers (i.e., incarcerated) for his inevitable untoward behavior. One woman acknowledged she had heard about the reasons Martin had been suspended from school, but she didn’t know that, besides the empty bag that had contained drugs, he was also in possession of stolen items and an instrument of crime.
I made the point that blacks were upset about Martin being shot but they showed no such outrage over the level of black-on-black crime nor the brutal murders of foreign tourists by a black thug. Having suffered the ignominy of their arguments being refuted, the husband lamented the presence of assault rifles and the shooting in Santa Monica.
Here again, I refused to cede ground. I explained that assault rifles were not available, with very rare exception, to the general public. I further explained that it wasn’t an assault rifle that was used in the Santa Monica shootings. He tried to protest but was forced to admit that assault rifles were fully automatic, and the AR-15 does not meet that criteria. With nothing left, he opined that people could make them fully automatic. I wasn’t conceding that point either.
The interesting thing is that the woman with her grandson was not only nodding her head in agreement with me, but also she was Hispanic, and she had told me earlier that she was unemployed and desperately looking for work.
It is interesting that the woman who readily agreed with me was Hispanic, and the people from the other table were giving their best impressions of politically correct red-necks. They could not have been prepared to have two people they expected to agree with their politically correct stupidity openly reject their comments.
I shared this encounter as another example of why we must not cower in the presence of those espousing the bigotry of politically correctness.[adsanity id=8628 align=alignleft /]
About the Author
Mychal S. Massie is an ordained minister who spent 13 years in full-time Christian Ministry. Today he serves as founder and Chairman of the Racial Policy Center (RPC), a think tank he officially founded in September 2015. RPC advocates for a colorblind society. He was founder and president of the non-profit “In His Name Ministries.” He is the former National Chairman of a conservative Capitol Hill think tank; and a former member of the think tank National Center for Public Policy Research. Read entire bio here