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That four Blacks killed a White girl in Raleigh, NC got very little national attention in the media, is an example of the media, if not writing the narrative, then at least editing the narrative. When we don't here about stories like this, we tend not to have any sympathy for White people seeing Black people as always the victim of hate crimes. This is dangerous because it gives the impression to Blacks that somehow they themselves are immune from the curse of racism and that the BLM narrative has dominion over all certainty. Race supremacy occurs when one group doesn't believe that they are as fallen as another. Here's an example right from my backyard:
The other night we got together around my fire pit; a mixed race gathering. An early 40-something White woman said, "I wish White people could just think Black for a moment." I said, "That goes both ways." Immediately, without any regard for her audience, a Black woman said, "I wouldn't demean myself." "What an abrasive thing to say," I said. "Well, it might be abrasive but it's the way I feel," she said. The 40-something White woman asked, "Why is what she said abrasive, Rich?" All of the men were silent. I said, "Because it implies that if you are White, you are irredeemable."
As Nietzsche said beware that you might become what you hate:
Beware that, when fighting monsters, you yourself do not become a monster... for when you gaze long into the abyss. The abyss gazes also into you.
This murder of a "White" girl happened two weeks ago. It never got beyond the local media outlet. The Networks select stories from around the country to go national. If the race of the victim and the perpetrators had been reversed, this story would have gotten international attention.
Oh, you say that this wasn't a racially motivated crime but rather a robbery gone bad. Or maybe because she knew her murderer, it was just a spat between friends. That only makes the Black who killed her fit the racist narrative as Blacks being more stereotypically violent. Why is it then when the roles are reversed the first assumption is that the crime is racially motivated? Because it fits the narrative.
When Tessa Majors, a White college freshman, was murdered by Black teenagers in NY last year, the media painted the picture that she deserved it because she was buying weed. When Megan Boken, a White basketball player, was murdered by Black teens in Chicago the media blamed her because she resisted. Some even blamed her for parking in the wrong place.
In the end, both Left and Right want to scare all of us into believing that democracy doesn't work and that we can't live peacefully amongst one another without an iron fist over our heads. They want us to surrender our freedom by succumbing to the belief that the only form of government that can protect us from each other is an authoritarian form of government. This objective is common cause for both the Left and Right.
How do we break their grip? I really do not know. Is it too obnoxious to ask Whites to think Black for a second or is that some form of cultural appropriation? Is it too obnoxious to ask Blacks to think White for a second or is that too demeaning? Maybe we are too comfortable. Too much comfort can lead to great anxiety. Maybe we need to feel pain only for the reason that we know one day we might be relieved of it. Maybe that's it...as a people we need something to look forward to.
Cancel culture has silenced us. Silenced our speech and muted our thinking. It appears that we must pick one road or the other as Frost would say. For me, I'll take neither road. I'll bushwhack my own path through the field and up and over the hill avoiding all the traffic.
The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference