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We sit by and watch the barbarian. We tolerate him in the long stretches of peace, we are not afraid. We are tickled by his irreverence; his comic inversion of our old certitudes and our fixed creed refreshes us; we laugh. But as we laugh we are watched by large and awful faces from beyond, and on these faces there are no smiles.
Perhaps starting adulthood with a Napoleon Complex makes the inevitable Mid-Life Crisis metastasize into something out of gruesome science-fiction movie. This is about the friendliest explanation I can offer up for Spike Lee exploding in public with content worthy of an over-pressured pustule. It seems the charming and gregarious Mr. Lee holds a sub-optimal opinion of the misunderstood, wealthy individuals of pallor, known as Hipsters. He didn’t have to imply that these Hipsters had carnal knowledge of their mothers, but in so doing he tells us the unstated truth about the glorious, post-racial America below.
I mean, they just move in the neighborhood. You just can’t come in the neighborhood*. I’m for democracy and letting everybody live but you gotta have some respect. You can’t just come in when people have a culture that’s been laid down for generations and you come in and now [Solid human waste excreted via the rectal orifice**] gotta change because you’re here? Get the [Vigorous, aerobic human reproductive activity***] outta here. Can’t do that! And then! [to audience member] Whoa whoa whoa. And then! So you’re talking about the people’s property change? But what about the people who are renting? They can’t afford it anymore! You can’t afford it. People want live in Fort Greene. People wanna live in Clinton Hill. The Lower East Side, they move to Williamsburg, they can’t even afford [More reproductive activity], [with his Mom! Scandalous!] Williamsburg now because of [Again, the unpleasant accusation of incestuous conjugation] hipsters. What do they call Bushwick now? What’s the word?
Like Joe Biden discussing the workforce at his local 7-11, Spike Lee seems determined to set back racial comity further than Senator Bilbo. It’s about what you can expect from the man who sincerely believes burning down Sal’s was doing the right thing.
Having just juxtaposed what Mr. Lee thought doing the right thing involved with his rant about Hipsters engaged in sexual perversions with their mothers, one could be forgiven for wondering just how racially tolerant the average African-American Civil Rights Activist actually is. However, this is also a profound opportunity. If Barack Obama really wants a post-racial America, he can send Spike Lee’s bigoted, hate-mongering posterior back to Crooklyn. I’m sure if he had a son he wouldn’t want him to use language that sounded like Spike Lee’s. If Barack Obama had a son would he think like Spike Lee?
Perhaps if Eric “Nation of Cowards” Holder were to show some testicular fortitude in the face of African-American hate speech, he could denounce this man with at least the same fulsome, self-righteous vigor that he reserved for the average American Citizen. This could be a teachable moment. If he actually cared enough about his people to correct them when they lolled in pathetic vulgarity and vile, puerile hatred, he could leave the world a better place than he found it. If Eric Holder, or Jesse Jackson, or John Lewis, or any other major African American Civil Rights leader could show the same level of righteous indignation over Spike Lee’s “Do the Right Thing” that they would properly show towards D. W. Griffith’s “Birth of a Nation” we really could move towards living in an America where people are judged by the content of their character rather than their genealogical lineage.
Reading Spike Lee’s melodious love poem to the Williamsburg Hipsters gives you the rough flavor of what Gaiseric the Vandal probably thought about Rome. His primary problem with White Supremacists would revolve around the color and heritage of the people they choose to hang from the tree limbs. The fact that they are wrongfully engaged in murder doesn’t seem to even ping Mr. Do the Right Thing’s moral radar. As long as it’s the Mother-Fornicating Hipsters at The Gallows Pole, Spike seems satisfied to let them swing. If there is ever significant, prolonged racial combat on the streets of America, “Civil Rights Activists” such as Spike Lee will be no more able to wash the blood of their hands than was Lady Macbeth.
*-The Civil Rights Act of 1964 took a rather dim legal view towards that sort of thinking when put into verifiable action by real-estate professionals.
**-My euphemism, the gentleman was more mundane and direct in his speech patterns.
***-My euphemism, the gentleman was more authentically Earthy.