Adam Abraham, writing for The Abolitionist Examiner on Where’s The Love? The Bitter ‘Voice’ of Today’s Affirmative Action Proponents
One important element that is consistently missing from discourses by today’s “affirmative action” advocates and preservationists, is love. In its stead is the same tool that’s been used to manipulate public perception since the “dawn” of the Dark Age: i.e., fear. They speak to the idea of equality, but fearing the actual practice, do everything they can to scare the bejeezus out of anyone who takes them seriously. As such, their regard for those who wish to put race-neutral public policies into practice would best be characterized as unloving.
The lack of love in such discourse is perplexing when you consider how love is pretty much all we want to sing and wax poetic about. It’s the universal subject that we get wistful about. We may rant and rave about politics and culture, but when “push comes to shove,” we’re really concerned about love. Is love really only a tool of poets and song stylists? Is it only something to “slap,” in one’s rap? Is love’s only appropriate ‘time,’ really in a ‘beat,’ or perchance, a rhyme
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“While today’s affirmative action advocates fashion themselves as carrying the torch for civil rights, it?s important to point out that the goal of the Civil Rights movement of the 1960?s was equal treatment under the law (and alignment with the founding principles of the United States), not a transposition of ‘unequal treaters.'”
This is what has always puzzled me about the racial “eye-for-an-eye” crowd. How does one come to the conclusion that after years & years of state-sanctioned prejudice it is somehow proper to re-enact it in reverse?
I recall reading an article not too long ago about how on college campuses people of different ethnic groups are segregating themselves within the dorms (i.e.: blacks in one building, asians in another, etc), and excusing it as an expression of “pride”. I’ve even personally went through times where because the people I associated with weren’t a homogenous group solely of blacks I was treated like an outcast. As if unless I shut myself out from the rest of the world I’m not “black enough”.
The very things our elders risked death to obtain, and it’s casually tossed in the garbage. It’s mind-boggling.