FRONT PAGE CONTRIBUTOR
Death By Diversity
If my boy were a few years older, and expressed a desire to study architecture, my advice to him would be direct and simple. “Young Man, do not attend Columbia University even if they offer you a scholarship.”
To get a sense of the current academic climate that flourishes amongst our intellectual elite, in the rarified air of a top-drawer university, you would have had to have been a fly on the wall at Toast. Toast is a bar in 125th St that caters to the Columbia students and faculty. On Friday, 6 November, 10:30 PM, you could have seen Columbia University Architecture Professor, Dr. Lionel McIntyre punch female university employee, Camille Davis squarely in the face.
It turns out Dr. McIntyre, an African-American and Mrs. Davis, a Caucasian, were ruining a perfectly good evening out with Mr. Brewski by arguing about white privilege. The New York Post describes Dr. McIntyre’s response to the Dreaded Platinum Card of Albion as follows.
McIntyre, who is known as “Mac” at the bar, shoved Davis, and when the other patron and a bar employee tried to break it up, the prof slugged Davis in the face, witnesses said. “The punch was so loud, the kitchen workers in the back heard it over all the noise,” bar back Richie Velez, 28, told The Post. “I was on my way over when he punched Camille and she fell on top of me.”
McIntyre went on to slug another patron. It seems neither the other guy, or Camille Davis, had done enough to curb the vile White Privilege virus and thereby deprive Dr. McIntyre of his excuse for perpetrating violence against women. It leaves me confused and wondering what happened to the soaring campaign rhetoric of last November. Do Barack Obama and Joe Biden have to attend every last one of these beer summits to make sure we can all just get along?
Dr. McIntyre described the incident as some unfortunate event. It was if a pseudo-random number generator just dialed it up. The august professor’s decision-making process had nothing to do with the amateur plastic surgery performed on Camille Davis’ face. It was the White Privilege Poltergeist. The poor man couldn’t fight back all the incoherent rage.
This whole incoherent rage phenomenon brings us to the issue that quite literally is killing us. It’s the issue that helped kill thirteen US Army soldiers the other day at Ft. Hood. Nobody has the moral courage to call a misbehaving minority to justice.
The US Army knew the Major who shot our soldiers was a radicalized Muslim upset about America’s military role in Iraq and Afghanistan. They knew the man had previously attended regular services at the same mosque as two of the 9-11 hijackers. They knew he posted to a blog about the courage and heroism of suicide bombers in the Middle East. The ones blowing up soldiers that wore the same uniform and served in the same Army as the Major.
Several of the Major’s fellow officers had authored complaints about incidents of bizarre conduct and conflicting loyalties. They knew the major had announced to his classmates that infidels deserve to have their throats slit open and have boiling oil poured down into the wound. And just to put a nice Maraschino Cherry atop the cake, they knew he was in regular communication with an infamous Imam who specialized in recruiting young, disaffected men to blow up Americans.
However, the Army now tells us that they decided not to take action because the Major’s correspondence seemed relatively benign. I somehow can’t quite fathom that General George Patton would not have taken action against one of his soldiers communicating with Der Fuhrer as long the soldier restrained himself to wishing Old One-Nut Adolf a mellow evening.
I’m just glad our diverse and accepting Army took a courageous stand and didn’t elect to profile. The consequences of hurting this guy’s feelings would have been way worse than having the entire processing station shot up. I don’t think the troops at Ft. Hood have to worry about committing suicide anymore. They can relax and let the guys in charge of force protection take care of that for them.
In conclusion, I doubt Dr. McIntyre, for all his incoherent rage and the unfortunate random happenstance that follows, will actually kill someone. That would totally dick over his pension. Dr. McIntyre, like the Ft. Hood Killer I will not name, plays the diversity racket like Eric Clapton does the Fender Stratocaster.
Either man would stop when they faced a rational limit to what they could get away with. What should scare the average American is that those limits haven’t even been reached after last week at Ft. Hood. If we die as a nation it will be this thinly veneered self-loathing, not Al Qaeda, that kills us.