From Washington Post, a most hypocritical example of the pot calling the kettle biased: “…..let’s talk about the overall problem of Fox News, which started out with bad intentions in 1996 and has swiftly devolved into what often amounts to a propaganda network for a dishonest president and his allies. The network, which attracts more viewers than its two major competitors, specializes in fearmongering and unrelenting alarmism.” That’s the real problem for WaPo, jealousy over the popularity of Fox. Gee, I wonder why it’s popular?
Their hypocrisy continues: “At crucial times, it does not observe basic standards of journalistic practice: as with its eventually retracted, false reporting in 2017 on Seth Rich, which fueled conspiracy theories that Hillary Clinton had the former Democratic National Committee staffer killed because he was a source of campaign leaks. Others took it a step further, saying that Democrats are running scared. And President Trump, predictably, vowed retribution in an overheated tweet. Given First Amendment protections, Fox News can do pretty much what it wants on the air. It can shrug at Hannity’s excesses. It can allow Tucker Carson’s misleading rants on immigrants and crime. It can constantly undermine special counsel Robert S. Mueller III’s investigation of Trump.”
“DNC Chairman Tom Perez announced that Fox wouldn’t be chosen as one of the hosts of the Democratic primary debates. This was a mild, reasonable step that recognizes the reality that Fox News shouldn’t be treated as an honest broker of political news. It was not censorship as some bizarrely claimed, merely a decision not to enter into a business relationship. Some of the reactions, though, missed the point spectacularly. What Fox News has become is destructive. To state the obvious: Democracy, if it’s going to function, needs to be based on a shared set of facts, and the news media’s role is to seek out and deliver those facts. Most news organizations take that seriously, though they may flounder badly at times. When they do, they generally try to correct themselves — that’s why you see editor’s notes, lengthy corrections, on-air acknowledgments, suspensions and even firings of errant news people.” Does anyone remember WaPo’s unseemly haste to be early and harsh in condemning the Kovington Katholic Kids, especially Nick Sandmann, whose lawyers are suing WaPo and other leftward propaganda pseudonews, and then, when everyone in the world it seemed realized that they got it totally wrong, how long it took them to issue a watered down pseudo apology, not a retraction? By the way, they act like the DNC snub was something new to bolster their claims, but the truth is Fox hasn’t hosted a Democratic debate since 2004, so all Perez has done is “reassert the status quo.”
Now the jealousy blooms into calling Fox what WaPo (and the other pseudonews leftward cheerleaders CNN, MSNBC, NY Times) actually are: “But everyone ought to see it for what it is: Not a normal news organization with inevitable screw-ups, flaws and commercial interests, which sometimes fail to serve the public interest. But a shameless propaganda outfit, which makes billions of dollars a year as it chips away at the core democratic values we ought to hold dear: truth, accountability and the rule of law. Despite the skills of a few journalists who should have long ago left the network in protest, Fox News has become an American plague.” Yeah, WaPo sure loves truth…their version of it.
I don’t need much of a satirical rapier to lampoon WaPo, they have already done such a good job lampooning themselves. However, for this next item in our cavalcade of shameless hypocrisy and championship self deception, let me present a brief excerpt from the major league satirist himself, Tom Wolfe’s 1970 essay in New York magazine called Radical Chic. He is satirizing a party for the Black Panthers (not the movie, look them up if you are too young to remember) held in Leonard and Felicia Bernstein’s 13-room penthouse duplex on Park Avenue. You might have to look him up too.
“Charlotte Curtis, women’s news editor of the New York Times, America’s foremost chronicler of Society, a lean woman in black, with her notebook out, standing near Felicia and big Robert Bay, and talking to Cheray Duchin. Cheray tells her: ‘I’ve never met a Panther—this is a first for me!’. . . never dreaming that within 48 hours her words will be on the desk of the President of the United States . . .This is a first for me. But she is not alone in her thrill as the Black Panthers come trucking on in, into Lenny’s house, Robert Bay, Don Cox the Panthers’ Field Marshal from Oakland, Henry Miller the Harlem Panther defense captain, the Panther women—Christ, if the Panthers don’t know how to get it all together, as they say, the tight pants, the tight black turtlenecks, the leather coats, Cuban shades, Afros. But real Afros, not the ones that have been shaped and trimmed like a topiary hedge and sprayed until they have a sheen like acrylic wall-to-wall—but like funky, natural, scraggly . . . wild . . .These are no civil-rights Negroes wearing gray suits three sizes too big—no more interminable Urban League banquets in hotel ballrooms where they try to alternate the blacks and whites around the tables as if they were stringing Arapaho beads—these are real men!” Now to the updated version, only instead of a 13 room Park Avenue duplex, it takes place at various “pop-up” food stands where Akintunde Asuquo Osaigbuovo Ojo Wey puts together slop baptized with African words and offers it at great expense to white people and free to black people.
From the GQ story: “To be sure, there’s also an element of self-flagellation, if not outright Radical Chic, in the spectacle of white liberal foodies lining up to be dressed down at what some reviews have proudly labeled ‘discomfort dinners.’ It is a dynamic that Wey both counts on and is ambivalent about. ‘White folks will consume me. They will consume my work and feel gratification for being abused or however they perceive it,’ he says. ‘What I want is racial equity. The discomfort is just something that happens along the way.’ Lagos is where Wey is from. He was born there, in 1983. He grew up in a comfortably middle-class Yoruba family; his grandfather had been second-in-command during the military junta that ruled the country from 1966 to 1979. It was a close family—Wey remembers his mother chewing particularly tough pieces of meat before passing them to her children—but also pressure-filled. Wey’s parents had a plan: One of their sons would become an engineer. Another, an architect. Their daughter would become a lawyer, and Tunde would round out the set by becoming a doctor.” Not exactly a member of the oppressed masses, eh?
“He grew up steeped in black American culture: He listened to hip-hop and dressed in streetwear unsuited for the Nigerian climate. He played American video games…” He also overstayed his visa–shocker there–and spent years riding buses instead of flying to his venues for fear of the U.S. authorities catching up to him. With delicious irony, he was finally caught by ICE…on a bus! Expecting the worst, he was pleasantly surprised when a judge’s ruling gave him plenty of additional time here to ply his flawed wealth disparity racial non reconciliation schemes and sloppy food, but I am definitely on board with the self flagellation of guilt ridden whites, many of whom have never even experienced the levels of wealth of Bey’s own family.
I will give Jonah Goldberg in National Review the final word here because hypocrisy and cultural appropriation are joined at the hip: Today, because we’ve turned identity and the presumed victimhood that attaches to certain identity groups — Muslims, gays, transgendered, dark folks (my addition) into a new form of aristocracy manifests itself in bizarre ways.
This is how I think of cultural appropriation. Victim-identity is a resource. So when white people use the accoutrement of that identity, they are seen as stealing cultural power. How dare you make Korean tacos whitey! These clothes, that hairstyle, this music: They belong to us, and when you appropriate them, you are diluting their brand value. It’s the cultural analogue to copyright infringement. My brand’s value depends on my monopoly on this stuff, so you can’t use it. The aristocracy of victimhood can be seen everywhere if you train your eyes to see it (don’t get me started on the new push for reparations). And the corrupting power of this cultural shift is profound. Because we’re not just heaping praise on victims, we’re investing extra legitimacy to their ideas and arguments.