Playing the Victim

Read a piece by a college-educated black woman who complained about rape carried out by white masters on female slaves during the period when slavery still existed, which no doubt happened and perhaps was even common.  She claimed bitterly that her skin was “rape skin,” as her DNA showed Caucasian strains.  Here was a woman who was bitter about rapes that took place over 170s years ago.

She was never herself a slave who was raped.  Her parents were never slaves.  Probably not even her grandparents were ever slaves.  You would have to go back to her great grandparents to arrive at actual slaves who might have been exposed to this travesty, yet she was wrapping herself in this victim mentality for what happened way back when slavery existed in the 19th century.  Sorry, but I don’t buy this victim-diatribe by a college-educated and therefore clearly somewhat privileged individual today.

Where I do see real victims among Afro-Americans today is among the young male, inner-city dropouts from high school, whose only option is to trade drugs and some other crimes, out of necessity.  The drug dealers often carry a large wad of money (and a gun) with them in their “business,” so they present themselves as targets by others who prey on them with robberies and, if necessary, killings.  Here is a person who does qualify for my sympathy, as he has a predictably short lifespan and no way out.

If we were to do something real to approach black inequality in the United States, doing something about that precise situation would be a good place to start.  Getting the young black drug dealer or petty criminal out of that situation and into a viable alternative lifestyle would be tangible progress.  But how do you do that?  How do you rescue that person from his dangerous and likely short life?  How do you save this real victim whose terrible circumstance deserves our sympathy?

To take this a step further, just talking about drug dealers and petty criminals is way to narrow.  I would say that all black high-school dropouts in the inner city are the real — as opposed to imaginary — victims of our society today.  How do you provide this underclass with a viable alternative for a more successful life — because they are the real victims, the ones left behind?

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Black on Black Murders

“The rate of white-on-white violent crime (12.0 per 1,000) was about four times higher than black-on-white violent crime (3.1 per 1,000). The rate of black-on-black crime (16.5 per 1,000) was more than five times higher than white-on-black violent crime (2.8 per 1,000). The rate of Hispanic-on-Hispanic crime (8.3 per 1,000) was about double the rate of white-on-Hispanic (4.1 per 1,000) and black-on-Hispanic (4.2 per 1,000) violent crime.”  Bureau of Labor Statistics

The number of cases where white cops kill a defenseless black man is certainly unfortunate and should be protested, and the involved cops should be held accountable for their actions, but it pales to insignificance when compared to the number of black on black murders — what’s happening in Chicago being a terrible example of this.

Voodoo

Atlanta, Ga.

An amazing and vibrant city with new development all over the place.  The Beltline walkway has obviously spurred much of this growth.  New apartment building everywhere, probably because of the large college student population but also all the Yuppies.

There’s a very convenient subway system (MARTA) that can reach 7 miles in any direction.  A perhaps unique aspect of the city is that you have many residential communities that come right up to the edge of the central part of the city, certainly within walking distance of what they call Midtown.

Downside: there are many unemployed backs in the streets and some tent cities underneath highway bridges and subway overpasses — a clear subclass of homeless. There are some very aggressive black panhandlers off the side streets in the Downtown area.

Quite the contrast between the rich with their million dollar high-rise apartments and this segment of the population that is dispossessed, not to mention the contrast between the many urbane black professionals you see in the city and those idle blacks in the streets with nothing to do, who are restive if not desperate.

Nevertheless, given how dynamic this city is, if I had been in charge of the Amazon decision where to locate, it wouldn’t have been a difficult choice.

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