A God-Given Earth

I recently posted on VDare's (via Steve Sailer) cut-and-paste post on the rebel protests in Ethiopia.

There is something ugly about race-antagonism, even when it comes from the "victims," which is how Americans see themselves in this world of spiraling protests.

Of course, I don't think Americans, and American whites, are necessarily victims, rather victims of their own doing. They are (partially) to blame.

Regardless of politics, Americans allowed entry into their country people from distant shores and continents, for many decades now.

The question is why.

I believe this is a question best answered with a religious lens.

Americans, and especially American leaders, abandoned their faith in God, their commitment to God's words, and decided that they can make a land of their own making, imagination, and desires.

Since the biggest crime for American thought is "racism," they couldn't use the logical and true argument of race to close off their borders to all these aliens.

Why not (to continue with the "why" question)?

To become a racist is to be evil, to deny the humanity of another human being. So believe contemporary Americans, of all faith, political, social and cultural nuances.

But, God's Bible is replete with stories of race, of families of races, the most important and significant being the Jewish race of the Old Testament, those chosen people.

Through these Jewish ancestors, came Jesus Christ, a Jew himself, who opened up the Bible, and the people of the world, to be equally deserving of the Grace of God, through their acceptance of the Grace of God.

But nations were never annihilated. Families were never cast aside.

We learn our lessons through both the Old and the New.

If Jews, as generations of families, lived such a long and God-blessed existence, then so can we, with our own families, in our own corners of the world.

If America's leaders cannot openly and proudly submit to bowing their heads to the grace and power of God, then they are hurtling their country, and their people, to doom.

I believe this is where VDare, with its erudite, intelligent and clever leaders, have failed. They have decided to make America, perhaps some without realizing so, "a land of their own making, imagination, and desires."

That is why their immigrant stories resonate as horror stories. Ugly and fighting words, without the Grace of God, the humility before God, simply become horror stories.

Those immigrant rabble-rouser leaders will hook on to these words, and convince their communities that American whites are racist and evil. And so continue the headlines with news of bombs of words and steel, with no end in sight.

But through humility and grace, America's leaders, by leaning on the word of God, could convince that Mexican family (with its ostracized bomb-throwing unemployed son), which is making as honest a living as possible with a paycheck that barely covers rent and food, that its members (including those born "American," and that son) have another place, a God-given place, created by their own ancestors. And that they are better off there, even as their lives might change dramatically at first. That they can start to plan for generations into the future, rather than for the end of the month, each month.

How enlightened they could be. And how thankful they would be to realize their Catholic God has forgiven them, with their trail, and trial, of an infinity of burnt candles.

Mexicans, especially those in the rural areas, and more the seniors than the youth, have a beautiful way of describing their place. "Mi tierra" they would tell me: "My land, my earth." This visceral expression is more real and more tangible than "my country," "mi pais."

VDare's sin came in increments. Their immigration influencing capabilities are now basically nil. No-one listens to them. Even President Trump has put on hold his "close the borders" mantra on which he got elected.

As I explain in this post discussing a recent VDare article Is It Time For Americans To Start Talking About The Devil?, the Devil lurks around finding devious, clever ways to derail good works.

...there is no article [on VDare] that is exclusive to the praises of God's excellent hand in this American Nation.

Rather, we now have a full expose on the Devil himself.

And those who refuse and abandon the protection and wisdom of God are easy prey. And their missions will never be accomplished.

Accelerate the Revolution

The image above comes from Steve Sailer's article on VDare: Cristalnacht in the Fairfax District.

Sailer writes:

The Fairfax neighborhood in West Hollywood, CA is known both for its elderly Jewish population of 1940s refugees and its luxury stores selling conspicuous consumption items that rappers crave, like Cristal champagne.

So the smashing of windows and looting of high end shops on Fairfax and Melrose boulevards could be dubbed Cristalnacht, especially because a small number of the terrorized residents can likely still remember the Kristallnacht of 82 years ago.

Sailer just got on piece of information (fact) wrong:

‘It has come to my attention that the managing director of Cristal, Frédéric Rouzaud, views the “hip-hop” culture as “unwelcome attention”’, said Jay-Z. ‘I view his comments as racist and will no longer support any of his products through any of my various brands, including the 40/40 Club, nor in my personal life.’ [Source: Decanter, June 16 2006]

That was fourteen years ago!

Who knows why Jay-Z chose Cristal? He's into bling bling, has a lot of money to throw around, and his wife Beyonce thinks she's the Queen Bee, who also glitzes her wardrobe with shiny stones. So Cristal might just be a name thing (and a "religion?").


Beyonce crystalled out in her Witchcraft video: Formation

There's a deeper connection, actually, which Sailer might have got to had he not used his race-tinted cool shades. Or, he never meant to report on this.

Both Beyonce and Jay-Z use their "black power" image to project a "neo-black power" occult movement. In fact, all their videos and languages are filled with double meanings, the double, the hidden, being their Illuminati messaging. Their occult stand.

J and Queen B are deeply embroiled in the occult, devil worship.


Skull from Jay Z's "On to the next one" video

Of course, the atheist VDare (and that includes Sailer and Brimelow), who "celebrate" Christmas as a one-up on the religion of the multi-culti and blaspheme against the true celebration of Christ's birth, find nothing wrong with (or at least, nothing to report about) different religious stands. No-where, in any of their reports, do they discuss the Christian implications of immigration (including all those Catholic Mexicans who cross that border). Christianity simply becomes a celebratory prop to distinguish, and elevate, the white Brimelow from those brown Catholics, along with all those other religions. So even Satanism counts as a religion to stand on, and perhaps even better than the others, since it builds towards the destruction of Christianity and the Gotterdammerung, a fresh clean slate for the white West.

As always, the VDare group has some wrong end of the stick. And it usually involves blacks. And a subservient, under-the-radar acknowledgment of Jewish "victimhood." Who exactly finances VDare's big enterprises - e.g.: Their Castle on the Virginia Hills? And who has the deepest, and strongest, vested interest in destroying Christianity?

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I wrote yesterday (June 4) in my post America-Destroying Entities

There is no attempt by VDare et al., and Faith Goldy, who has regular video posts on Vdare, to delve into the underlying causes of black thuggery. E.g., who exactly is it that funds the "movement?" How do other blacks, and especially the poorest (pregnant women living alone!), fare under the fear of this black underworld of crime and murder, which also viciously attacks them?

But, I had some speculations in previous posts. This time regarding the VDare group's silence on the COVID "crisis" which resulted with the real crisis from the economic shutdowns of whole countries:

But, I discovered that what I wrote earlier still holds: that VDare has no interest in the societal and economic upheaval that this fake pandemic is causing the world[Reclaiming Beauty, May 14, 2020].

What is disconcerting is that VDare has not posted a single coherent piece on the spectacular "lockdown" (a prison term, by the way) on Americans and Canadians, and actually the whole world, on a fake pandemic for a virus that has killed less than the flu virus (and viruses), which originated from an outdoor market in China[Reclaiming Beauty, April 28, 2020].

It begs the question: Was the VDare group, realizing that eventually the fake virus would unleash societal upheavals, cleverly deducing that it would become a racial blowup, where blacks would feel even more "oppressed," while whites, even the poor whites, appear to be doing that (little) much better?

I continue in my May 14 post:

The discussion between Derbyshire and Brimelow [during one of Brimelow's regular interviews with writers and journalists] centered around black crimes on whites, which is the repetitive, mantra-like, redundant postings through which VDare has made its trademark, over the couple of decades it has existed.

I have to speculate whether it is something that they wish for, some kind of racial war, to start the machinations of a global Gotterdammerung, to start their America on a clean, white slate.

Ordinary whites appear to have a complicit head start in the COVID recovery, which the media talking heads, fronted by blacks and whites, tell us. Thus ALL whites appear to prevent blacks from getting their daily bread. And this "narrative" is followed by whites and blacks alike. But the violence of black thugs has nothing to do with their daily bread, COVID or no COVID. And it has nothing to do with "their" race.

Thus, this manipulated "pandemic" became the starting point for the race war that race instigators from all corners and political stripes, and especially the elite leaders, are content to see happening.

It will simply accelerate the revolution toward:

Black subjugation and wipe out

or

White subjugation and wipe out

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It is a war.

John Derbyshire's: VDare's Contract Man

When Danny comes marching home

Danny shipped off to Fort Benning, Ga. at the end of July
to train as an infantryman in the U.S. Army (2013) [source: Derbyshire's homepage]

[Source: John Derbyshire's homepage and VDare]

I wrote about John Derbyshire's article on Tedros Ghebreyesus, the World Health Organization's Director-General, here, and some background on Derbyshire here, and his half-Chinese children, here.

Why is VDare using Derbyshire, a white British man (naturalized American), married to a woman he met in China, as their white representative to "save" America from immigrants and multiculturalism?

I believe VDare's underlying principle is IQ. People with high intelligence, on par with the intelligence of whites, make better Americans than all the others - Hispanics, Arabs, Africans,etc.

Therefore Derbyhsire's Chinese wife is of no concern, since she comes from a country which purports to have high IQ population groups.

Of course, the high Asian IQ theory has its problems, which I've discussed here.

And a high IQ is not a guarantor that anyone, or any nation, will be successful. There are other factors, what I would call the Aesthetic IQ, which determines how one views beauty, the Spiritual IQ, how one lives in accordance with higher principles, and finally the God IQ, how nations and their people figure the Biblical God in the formation of their civilizations.

I presume that Derbyshire has a high "traditional" IQ, which he uses exclusively, and which led him to discard his God IQ, publicly proclaiming his atheism. I also think he is deficient in the Aesthetic IQ, but I won't go into that.

Derbyshire's two children, a half-Chinese son and a half-Chinese daughter, appear in many of his posts, where he has documented their birth to early twenties life in his family album posts. But there is no report on their current situations. Both Danny and Nellie Derbyshire are now nearing their 30s. What are they doing?

Perhaps nothing so impressive as to live up to the subtle IQ hype Derbyshire proudly presented in their earlier years.


My daughter and I had a very instructive morning yesterday

A friend at NYMEX...got us visitor passes,
with a view to Nellie possibly getting an internship
at the exchange in her summer vacation.
[Source: John Derbyshire's posts at The National Review's The Corner, 2010]

My end-2012 puzzle was a splendid 2,000-piecer of van Gogh's The Starry Night

I summon Danny and intone the ritual words:
"Help me out here, please, son. I've almost finished; but there's
this one pesky last piece left, and I can't figure out where it goes."

I then hand the piece to Danny and he completes the puzzle.

[source: Derbyhsire's hompage]

Derbyshire writes about his high IQ son here:

Danny took the AFQT (basically an IQ test: the cutoff for the Army is IQ 92) and the ASVAB
(a vocational test to see which military specialty suits you).
A smart kid - it’s genetic - Danny aced both tests and is in A-1 physical condition,
so they basically told him he could pick his own specialty.
He picked Airborne Rangers, the most dangerous specialty on the list.
They jump out of planes to do Navy-SEAL-type super-hazardous missions.

Where do Derbyshire's Expertise Lie?

From
Ici Radio Canada: Des habitants de Markham ont manifesté contre l'immigration plus tôt cet été August 2018

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I wonder why VDare allows John Derbyshire to write his articles on blacks? I would think his multi-culti expertise would lie more with the Chinese, to one of whom Mr. Derbyshire is married.

Derbyshire has a fascinatingly public "personal" page, where he posts photographs of his English "coal mine" family along with his wife's "Chinese peasants," and his daughter's Hispano/Arab boyfriend called "Mike." So, Derb's progeny continue with his multi-culti example, after all.


"The family Christmas picture, with Nellie's guy Mike at left." [Image and text source]

Merry X-Mas from the atheist and his family

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I'm not the only one to notice this BF. Here's a photo from the Hapa & Eurasian Community: Asian Pacific Halfies, who comment:

noblemagistrate
...maybe his buddy Jared Taylor will excuse him for letting his daughter date a Jewish guy.

By the way, why do his kids look 1000% Asian? They don't look mixed at all. I know that WMAF typically look more Asian than white but they look more Asian than their mother, lol.

Here is one fascinating article where Derbyshire discusses Chinese immigrants in Markham, Ontario, Canada(!).

Derbyshire's point in this article is how LEGAL Chinese immigrants organized protests on ILLEGAL refugees being shipped into Markham:

More encouraging is news from Markham, Ontario, a suburb of Toronto with a big concentration of Chinese immigrants.

This started when Toronto found they had more illegal aliens than they could find accommodation for. Numbers coming across the border from the U.S.A. have been swelling the past couple of years, and of course they are all claiming to be refugees from something or other.

[...]

The rumor started that Scarpitti had agreed with the mayor of Toronto to take and house five thousand of these illegals.

Once that got around, a demonstration was organized. To judge from videos and press accounts, the demonstrators were all Chinese. There were big signs on display in English, Chinese, and Chinglish. Samples:

MARKHAM SAY NO TO ILLEGAL BORDER CROSSERS

SAY "NO" TO MAYOR FRANK!

ILLEGAL FREE RIDER NOT INVITED

PROTECT OUR CITY, PROTECT OUR HOME!

[...]

It was a good spirited gathering, though. There was a counter-protest on behalf of the illegals, carrying signs of their own: REFUGEES WELCOME, NOBODY IS ILLEGAL, and so on. A lot of them were Chinese, too, but there were also round-eyes in evidence on that side.

Inevitably there were fisticuffs, but no-one was seriously hurt. I would like to have seen some Chinese martial arts on display, but the most fearsome participant was a young Dragon Lady type with an ear-splitting voice out of Chinese opera, who chased some of the counter-protestors right off the field.

Chinese immigrants, and their several-generations-down inheritors STILL refer to their Chinese, from China, background, and intrinsically search for that reference, and assurance.

Even, Derb's daughter, rather than go for the Whites of her father's background, chose instead an undecipherable (at least in presentation) of a brown man as her mate. What good is having a white father if even he cannot convince you of the goodness of his race?

Derbyshire forfeited that wisdom, and authority, when he traveled across the oceans and married a Chinese woman. His British adventurous fore-fathers never did that, at least not officially, and publicly. The reason colonization worked is because they kept the natives, the inhabitants, of those countries in their countries. They didn't make a bargain through "love and marriage" and opened up the Pandora's box of multiculturalism through multi-racial offspring. Derbyshire is now having to maneuver through that conundrum, with a boyfriend (future son-in-law?) his daughter brought home, with a foreboding face, who might not really like him.

Then what?

Chung-Im Kim and Her Textile Designs' Korean Ancestral Loyalties

Here are the most current designs from Chung-Im Kim, textile designer, and associate professor at the Ontario College of Art and Design.

I believe that Kim has nothing to emulate, nothing to draw inspiration from, in the Canadian landscape, but rather looks back thousands of miles, and cultures, away to her Korean background.

As I wrote in my August 2018 article:

Kim's designs are a combination of..."deconstructed-reconstructed" works of postmodern art and works that reference her Korean/Asian background.

Kim writes about her textiles and her inspirations:

...the familiar Korean textile never fail to encourage my search --- perhaps it is a consolation that I look for unconsciously living so far away from Korea.

Chung-Im Kim
Bow
2005
8" x 9.5"
Ramie, Hemp, Natural Dyes, Silkscreen Printing, Machine & Hand Stitching
[Source]

About her felt work, she writes:

Searching for a personal vocabulary of images that can speak as a universal language was my core concern when I resumed my art career in Canada after a long break since arrival. This often took the form of a repetition of a few basic essential shapes, adding interest through the use of relief, appliqué, inherent dyed colour and many related techniques. At the same time, I continued to be inspired by traditional Korean textiles --- in both a technical and spiritual sense.

Here are her fungal-like growths which she designs with felt, and which she sells for over $6,000 each. She categorizes them on her website as: Living Geometry


Chung-Im Kim
Mutation III
From the Living Geometry series: No. 5
2015
23.5" x 12" x 3"
Industrial felt, thread, dyed with (Natural Dye) lac, hand stitched
David Kaye Gallery

Post-modern, abstract textile design is a lucrative business, along with associate professorship in leading universities.

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Below is my post, from August 2018 on Kim, her designs, and her loyalties:

At the end of the article, I write;

Their ethnic references are too far away, and they are too alienated from their current country, and all that is left is the "structure" of the image: its shape, its empty outline.

I should add to that:

...its empty outline, ready to fill up with foreign, alien forces.

After all, Kim's fungal protrusions are titled" Mutations."

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I've always, since my Ontario College of Art Design days, tried to master textile art and design. My instructor was a Korean woman. It was then that I intuitively realized that "Asians" had an inherent dislike of whites. I went to "night school" and took only one course for four consecutive sessions. This course was open to the public and not just OCAD students. It became an issue for her after the second course, but I was paying the $200/course fee. If she had any sympathy for me and my ideas, I would have told her that I was there to use the equipment.

By the third session I had developed many of my ideas. I had briefly started doing the geometric border patterns found in Ethiopian dress, but my models for my work were the historical textiles of the Western World up to the early 20th century. Anything beyond that took on the modernists' "destruction of the image" ideology.

The textile instructor, Chung-Im Kim, who I believe didn't have the rigorous "image-making" background required of textile design - including drawing and painting - vociferously pushed me to "design something Ethiopian." Eventually I came to the course randomly and spent my time - evenings and weekends - in the textile workroom, mixing paints, cutting cloth and printing. I did the blueprints at home on a makeshift IKEA work table.

I wondered later why she never introduced us to the endless list of "white" designers. All artists, however limited their education, at some point come across some textiles which are too breathtaking to ignore. I don't think she was intellectually limited. Nor can she use the "excuse" that she is an immigrant. She had lived in Canada by then too many years to not even have casually wandered across some of these works.

I believe it was (is) this inherent dislike of whites. Perhaps not individual whites, and certainly not the leftist whites which now make up Canada and America who hate "whites" or white civilization themselves, but the white people as a collective, the white civilization, the white mind.

Kim's designs are a combination of these "deconstructed-reconstructed" works of postmodern art and works that reference her Korean/Asian background.

ALL non-whites at some point begin to refer to their ancestral lands for inspiration, artistic or otherwise. And the constant, daily reminder that art created by whites has always been SUPERIOR to their art, from their specific non-European or North American region or country (Asia, South America, Africa, the Caribbeans) must ignite their fury.

I believe, though, that I am the exception.

As I write in an unpublished article:

My family and I left Ethiopia in 1973, a year before the “Ethiopian Revolution” which occurred in 1974, when Emperor Haile Selassie was deposed and a communist regime ran the country for almost two decades. I was ten years old. My father secured a post in UNESCO in Paris. My brothers and I initially attended school in Paris, but our parents sent us to England to boarding school a year later.

That dramatic, but fortuitous exit sent me across the globe from France to England and America to Canada. Our first landing point in Paris separated us from the usual flow of Ethiopian emigrants and refugees who set sail for America (and fewer to Canada). We were alone in our havens. My eleven years in France and as a student in boarding schools in England gave me the unique vantage point of discovering the West without the biases and interpretations of other Ethiopians and Africans. I was able to discover them on my own terms. I learned to love the West through the beautiful city of Paris and the paradisaical countryside of southern Kent.

My informal education had taken a Western orientation, but...I eventually obtained Bachelor and Masters degrees in the Biological and Health sciences in the United States. While pursuing my PhD, I lived in Mexico for two years working on my research work in clinical nutrition. The results of my PhD research eventually produced a unique testing method which was published in various academic science and medical journals.

By the end of my doctoral studies [we] obtained residency...in Canada [where] I was finally stable and able to make decisions about my activities without affecting my residency status. In Toronto, I obtained various certificates and qualifications in film and photography. I also studied textile design, and painting and drawing. I was determined to become an artist.

My constant displacement, my rigorous science education, and my artistic training allows me to ask: What is art? What is beauty? And why is Western beauty and art so singular? I have tried to answer these questions over the years.

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Trillium and Queen Anne's Lace
Textile Design
Kidist Paulos Asrat

Ethnicity and Unity

From Lawrence Auster's The View From the Right, a discussion on ethnicity and unity.
Posted on January 8, 2010

More interesting discussion on the topic at the post.

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Kidist writes:

I think I may have told you this already, but I left Ethiopia (with my younger brothers and parents) when I was nine years old. My father was stationed in Paris, in UNESCO, and we were sent about six months later to England to attend boarding school in southern Kent.

I left for University at 17 to the States, and later, my Dad was posted in New York’s UNESCO office. Once I completed that education, we all immigrated for good to Canada.

So, I have lived most of my life outside of Ethiopia. My Western experience is extensive and full—I was in my school choir throughout my time in England, and later in college; I studied piano until I was 21; I kept on playing and singing for much longer; I studied both ballet (until 13) and modern dance (into my 20s). I speak (pretty good) French. While in Paris, I must have been the only Ethiopian girl who was a fixture in the museums and galleries.

When I came to Canada, I decided to leave behind my science studies (biology/human nutrition) and pursue a “cultural” degree. I went to film/photography school for four years. Disillusioned with “art” I left that and started my training in textile design.

Since then, I have been as immersed in culture as I can be.

This is what makes me unique amongst immigrants:

- My isolated childhood from other Ethiopians while in France and England.

- My love for and immersion in the greatest of European culture when still a young girl—English choral music, and French art galleries and museums.

- By the time I had arrived in the States and Canada, I was too impressed with European culture to accept people’s denouncement of its inferiority, its oppressive nature, and other negatives.

- Without being presumptuous, it is my Amhara background, which has a history of leadership and civilization, that helped me to make analogies with what whites are going through in a multicultural society, which wishes to destroy whites in order to equalize everyone. This is what the communist regime in Ethiopia tried to do to Amharas.

- Also, my art education—music, dance, film and visual arts—also immersed me into the incredible beauty and complexity of Western culture, which have shaped my views.

- Living in a densely multicultural city like Toronto, largely of anti-Western non-whites, made me realized how strong and pernicious this anti-Western sentiment is, and I removed myself from it.

This might make my positions and opinions a little clearer. I know it throws many people off, seeing a Third World person like me so accepting and at ease with Western culture. But, maybe I’m just unusual with that. As I said before, 99.99 percent of all immigrants from the Third World do not wish to, nor are they able to, assimilate into Western culture.

Hate Crimes

Via Kevin Michael Grace:


Source

I've always, since my Ontario College of Art Design days, tried to master textile art and design. My instructor was a Korean woman. It was then that I intuitively realized that "Asians" had an inherent dislike of whites. I went to "night school" and took only one course for four consecutive sessions. This course was open to the public and not just OCAD students. It became an issue for her after the second course, but I was paying the $200/course fee. If she had any sympathy for me and my ideas, I would have told her that I was there to use the equipment.

By the third session I had developed many of my ideas. I had briefly started doing the geometric border patterns found in Ethiopian dress, but my models for my work were the historical textiles of the Western World up to the early 20th century. Anything beyond that took on the modernists' "destruction of the image" ideology.

The textile instructor, Chung-Im Kim, who I believe didn't have the rigorous "image-making" background required of textile design - including drawing and painting - vociferously pushed me to "design something Ethiopian." Eventually I came to the course randomly and spent my time - evenings and weekends - in the textile workroom, mixing paints, cutting cloth and printing. I did the blueprints at home on a makeshift IKEA work table.

I wondered later why she never introduced us to the endless list of "white" designers. All artists, however limited their education, at some point come across some textiles which are too breathtaking to ignore. I don't think she was intellectually limited. Nor can she use the "excuse" that she is an immigrant. She had lived in Canada by then too many years to not even have casually wandered across some of these works.

I believe it was (is) this inherent dislike of whites. Perhaps not individual whites, and certainly not the leftist whites which now make up Canada and America who hate "whites" or white civilization themselves, but the white people as a collective, the white civilization, the white mind.

Kim's designs are a combination of these "deconstructed-reconstructed" works of postmodern art and works that reference her Korean/Asian background.

ALL non-whites at some point begin to refer to their ancestral lands for inspiration, artistic or otherwise. And the constant, daily reminder that art created by whites has always been SUPERIOR to their art, from their specific non-European or North American region or country (Asia, South America, Africa, the Caribbeans) must ignite their fury.

And as an antidote to continue "creating" they start to refer to abstractions - geometry, shape and some color (although very few use color and often bland and muted colors) to produce works. Their ethnic references are too far away, and they are too alienated from their current country, and all that is left is the "structure" of the image: its shape, its empty outline.

What the Gastronomic Nose Remembers

Mais Bien Sûr!

Allan at Laura Wood's The Thinking Housewife writes about the memories as a young boy with his father:

I remember the screen door, the sink in the corner, the radio on the kitchen table, and a picture he kept on a wall showing his brother with his teammates on an amateur baseball team in 1930. I remember the nights we sat there with a glass of orange juice and a plate of chocolate chip cookies.

Americans will pass by this paragraph which mentions in passing the ever-prominent Chocolate Chip Cookie. It is a given that chocolate chip cookies are part of the American culinary tradition.

But ask a Frenchman what kind of chocolate sweets he likes and he may say: "Mais bien sûr, but of course, mousse au chocolat" or perhaps go on a long tirade on the many many kinds of delicious and superior French chocolate sweets, but he will never mention the chocolate chip cookie, and may even turn his pointy narrow nose as it, if pressed for a culinary critique, and even more so at the thought that it may have influenced his childhood palette.

Ask a Brit and his best response would be "chocolate pudding, of course!" But the Brits are never modest, especially when on a gastronomic war with a pointy-nosed Frenchman.

But baking a chocolate chip cookie is a labor of love. I know, I've tried it. You cannot get it too soft, nor too hard. The chips should stay in place and not spread out into a melted frenzy. The inside of the cookie should be soft while the outside has a crunch that lets your teeth sink into it.

And above all kids MUST like the final product. If they leave the dozen or so baked goodies on the plate placed specifically meant for them at the the kitchen counter, then you know something's not right.

Chocolate chip cookies are an art form. Whoever says "not so" - "pas du tout," and with a clothespin pinching in his nose - needs to have his taste buds checked.

"Boo, white males!"

Below is the full speech by comedienne/actress/#metooer/Oprah-fan Mindy Kaling.

Kevin Michael Grace tweeted a link to at it his twitter page @KMGVictoria with the comment:

#MindyKaling's commencement address at her alma mater Dartmouth was rather good. I'm disappointed (but not surprised) to see her engaging in this reflexive "Boo, white males!" agitprop in response to the reviews of #Oceans8

A few comments:

1. Why is KMG surprised to see a brown woman diss white men? That is par for the course now as in "those racist, oppressive, anti-women" white men. The whole world is against white men, including a large percentage of white men themselves.

2. How does Kahling's "rather good" Dartmouth speech" exonerate her from "'Boo, white males' agitprop?" That's not what KMG means really and "excuse" might be a better word. But we're talking about big stakes here, as in the the future generation. "Good" at one point meant worthy and responsible and exemplary.

3. And how good really is Kaling's speech? She spends the better part talking about Dr. Seuss!!! How is Dr. Seuss showing these university graduates to be worthy and responsible and exemplary? Or did Mindy Kaling get the venue wrong and she's at a preschooler's graduation? So much for intellectual stimulation and words of wisdom to those 100+ students hanging on to the every world of this famous television personality!

But this is Dartmouth, and she chooses an alumni: "Poet" Dr. Seuss, of The Cat in the Hat fame is an alumni!. Well we can give her that bit of nostalgia.

But why not evoke (invoke) the spirits of another Dartmouthian poet, the deceased white male laureate and Pulitzer prize winner Robert Frost, who wrote "I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference," highlighting the adventurous character of (dead and alive) white men who take on those less travelled worlds out of CURIOSITY! To see where the adventure would lead them! Then they build things like universities.

Of course nothing is innocent when with adults, and I presume Kaling is on such. Seuss was a "reformed" racist who drew anti-black cartoons and was vocally anti-Japanese during the WWII years. Perhaps that is the morality in her speech: We may start out bad but we can all be reformed and redeemed.

And another poet from Dartmouth? "Robert Frost? Are you kidding?" would kid (half in jest) Ms. Kaling. "We cannot perpetuate the racist and oppressive America that was built on the backs of others [allusion to slavery and "globalism" here of course]. These riches should be meted out to the whole world [to these hypocritical globalists] to exonerate [there's that word again] those whom Americans exploited."

And I would retaliate:

The Western world built and elaborated by white men now is a refuge for people from all over the world who can take advantage of the structure and system. Kaling's comedy show and her other successful public projects are dependent on this success. She has talent. But so what? What would happen to her and her talent if she didn't have this set-up? What would happen to her back in India, which her parents - both with postgraduate degrees - fled for "a better life in America"? Actually they both went to Africa - to Nigeria - where they met and planned their migration and life n America. They abandoned TWO countries for a chance at the American Pie.

"My parents adopted a kind of Boston-by-way-of-India-by-way-of-Nigeria culture with some Indian flourishes" says Kaling.

No mention of why they abandoned their lucrative degrees (or not so lucrative back in their hometowns), but the prevailing word is "opportunity." Strange, I would think that people would prefer to build opportunities in their familiar places, their homes, where their ancestors have left a legacy.

I call it pure greed and envy, of the type where you say: "If they can have it why can't I/my family/my children?"

And here is some "factual" information:

[Kaling] was a classics major for much of college and studied Latin, a subject she has been learning since the seventh grade.
[Source: Kaling's (heavy edited and upgraded) Wikipedia page]

How does one go from studying Latin to giving a speech wth Dr. Seuss as the protagonist?

How many brown-skinned women do you see running TV shows? Whenever there is ONE successful minority, then he (she) represents hundreds of others. "Oh you know Mindy. She's Indian."

How many white men comedians are there? This is a rhetorical question.

I strongly believe that this is the kind of covert thought processes that lead "comedians of color" to hold deep-seated beliefs which are exposed in moments of seriousness. Like when giving speeches at graduation ceremonies.

The infantile examples of a dubious poet like Seuss come in handy at such critical moments of seriousness in a comedienne of color's juncture in public life.

Fire and Ice
BY Robert Frost

Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.

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2018 Commencement Address by Mindy Kaling ’01

Good morning to the Class of 2018, the faculty, the parents, the grandparents, fellow honorees, and the paid laughers I have scattered throughout the audience.

It is an honor to join you this morning for this special occasion.

It is also an honor to speak to you today from behind this gigantic tree stump. Like some sort of female Lorax with an advanced degree. That’s right, you guys; I’m hitting Dr. Seuss hard and early in this speech. Because Dartmouth grads have a privilege unique among all the Ivy League: We will be forced to be mini-experts on Dr. Seuss for our entire lives.

On my deathbed, I’ll be saying, “Did you know that his real name was Theodor Geisel? Did you know he was editor of the Dartmouth Jack-O-Lantern?” And yes, while no U.S. Presidents have gone to Dartmouth, we can at least lay claim for the wonderful Dr. Seuss.

Another notable alumnus is Salmon P. Chase, the man on the $10,000 bill. A symbolically powerful piece of paper that’s largely useless in the real world. Like a degree in playwriting which I received from this very institution. Thank you for paying for that, Mom and Dad!

It’s a thrill to be back here in New Hampshire, the Granite State, known for two things: the place where you can legally not wear your seatbelt, and Adam Sandler’s birthplace.

New Hampshire has one of the best mottos of any state: “Live Free or Die.” For outsiders, it sounds like an exciting declaration of freedom; but when you’re here in January, “die” actually sounds like a pretty good option.

I remember the days when it was so cold your sneeze would become an ice sculpture before it hit the ground. In Los Angeles, where I live now, if I sneeze, I just call my doctor and have my blood replaced with that of a teenage track star. That’s normal there. I’m mostly track star right now.

Before I get any further, I should actually probably clarify who I am for the parents and grandparents in the audience who are thinking to themselves, “Who is this loud Indian woman? Is that the girl from Quantico? She looks so much worse in person.”

No, no, I’m not Priyanka Chopra, not even Padma Lakshmi. I’m the other Indian woman we have allowed to be on television, Mindy Kaling. Thank you, thank you.

You may remember me from my role on The Office as Kelly Kapoor, who internet commenters said was—quote—“shrill” and—quote—“took up valuable time that could have gone to Steve Carell.”

I then created and starred in my own TV show, The Mindy Project. Thank you, thank you very much. It was an uphill battle to get the show on the air, but it was worth it, because it enabled me to become Dartmouth’s most successful female minority show creator who has spoken at commencement!

Oh wait, no. Shonda Rhimes went here. Yup, and she’s created like 10 more shows than me, so great. No, cool. Cool, cool, cool, Shonda. Friggin’ role model, good for you.

But today is not about famous alumni. No, no. It’s about the men and women who have toiled in obscurity for years so that they might better our country. I speak, of course, of the 51 percent of Dartmouth grads who will go into finance—highest in the Ivy League! Look left. Look right. All three of you will be spending at least ten years in a white collar prison.

I know that going into the real world sounds scary, but it’s exciting too. Finally, you’ll be in control of your own lives. No longer will there be an irrational Board of Trustees telling you you can’t have hard liquor on campus, for the ridiculous reason that they don’t want you to die. Come tomorrow, no one can stop you from filling your apartment with $4.99 handles of Uncle Satan’s Unfiltered Potato Vodka. Go crazy.

It’s a real moment of reflection for me to be standing here speaking to all of you now, because it makes me harken back to my own time at my Dartmouth graduation. Madeleine Albright was my commencement speaker; and while I don’t remember any specific quotes she said, or even a general gist of what she was talking about, I do remember thinking: “I wonder what it will be like to have my own cell phone?”

How things have changed. For all I know, at this very moment, most of you are posting this speech on your Instagram stories with a GIF of Winnie the Pooh twerking. If you are, please at least use my official hashtag, MindyGoesBigGreenTwentyEighteen. Thank you.

I bet none of you remember a time before the internet. Hell, you probably don’t even remember a time before the Facebook page, “Dartmouth Memes for Cold AF Teens.” Yeah, yeah. I know about that. Made me feel like a real creep researching it. “Hello, I’m a 38‑year‑old woman who wants to join your teen Facebook group. It's for research, I swear!”

Meanwhile, when I was in college we didn’t even have Google. If you wanted to find out, say, how tall Ben Affleck was, you were out of luck. You just had to sit there, not knowing, and your entire day would be ruined.

Or, say I wanted to meet up with a friend—I couldn’t just text her. I had to walk outside and hope I accidentally bumped into her. Or, I “blitzed” her. Ah, BlitzMail. You know that feeling you have when you tell your friends that you “blitz” and they don’t get it and you roll your eyes all smug like “Oh, it’s a Dartmouth thing.” That ends today. You try to say “blitz” one hundred yards east of White River Junction and you will get laughed back to your one-room triple in the Choates.

Fun fact: In 2001, the year I graduated, a pinkeye epidemic broke out amongst my classmates because we were all using public BlitzMail iMac terminals and not washing our hands. Those are just the kind of the sexy stories indicative of my time at Dartmouth.

You have so many cool new things here now. Like, look at the new logo, the D-Pine. It’s beautiful. It reminds me of what college-aged Mindy thought a marijuana leaf might look like but I was too scared to actually find out. And this new House System sounds really cool! It's so Hogwarts-y! You know, you're sorted into your little Gryffindors and Ravenclaws, except they’re called … South House. West House. School House.

Okay, come on guys. School House? Really? We’re just saying what we see? That’s the laziest name I’ve ever heard in my life, and I've spent over a decade working on shows called The Office and The Mindy Project.

Still, I remember sitting where you’re sitting. I was so full of questions like, “When is this thing going to end?” and “How many friends can I invite to dinner and still have mom and dad pay?” And, most importantly, “Why didn’t I wear any clothes underneath my gown?”

Now we’re reaching the part of the speech where I am supposed to tell you something uplifting like “follow your dreams.”

In general, advice isn’t actually an effective way to change your life. If all it took to make your life great was hearing amazing advice, then everyone who watched TED Talks would be a millionaire.

So don’t trust any one story of how how to become successful. As Madeline Albright said at my Commencement—see, I don’t remember anything. And I did just fine.

So here is some practical advice that you may or may not remember at the end of this speech because, hey, that’s the gig:

1. First off, remove “Proficient at Word” from your resume. That is ridiculous. You’re really scraping the bottom of the barrel of competency there. This is how you become proficient at Word: You open Word on your computer.

2. Most of your post-college life is simply filling out forms. Car insurance, health insurance, W-2s. W-4s, 1099s. Guess what? None of us know what any of those forms mean, but you will fill out a hundred of them before you die.

3. You never need more than one pancake. Trust me on this. Cartoons have trained us to want a giant stack of those bad boys, but order one first and then just see how you feel later.

4. This one is just for guys: When you go on dates, act as if every woman you’re talking to is a reporter for an online publication that you are scared of. One shouldn’t need the threat of public exposure and scorn to treat women well; but if that’s what it’s gonna take, fine. Date like everyone’s watching, because we are.

5. And this might be the most important—buy a toilet plunger. Trust me on this. Don’t wait until you need a plunger to buy a plunger.

Commencement is a time of transition for parents, too. That empty nest you were enjoying these past four years? Gone as soon as this speech is over. I hope you like full‑time lodgers who don’t pay rent, don’t do laundry, eat all the food in your fridge, and binge Family Guy on your sofa for weeks. That is your life now.

Although some of your graduates will be making more money than you—51% to be exact. And to the parents of those investment bankers, consultants, and hedge fund analysts—congratulations. Your kids will be fabulously wealthy but still somehow sharing your cell phone plan because it—quote—“saves everybody money.”

Okay, now let’s get real. Let me rip off the Band-Aid for all you, the ’18s. Next year, the next year of your life is going to be bad. You have been in the comfortable fleece-lined womb of mother Dartmouth for four years now, and you’re gonna go out in the cold, hard world.

Out there in the real world, there will be a target on your back. People will want to confirm their expectations of Ivy League graduates—that you’re a jerk, that you’re spoiled, that you use the word “summer” as a verb. Those stereotypes exist for a reason. I mean come on, the guy from the ten-thousand-dollar bill went to this school.

You’re graduating into a world where it seems like everything is falling apart. Trust in institutions are at a record low; the truth doesn’t seem to matter anymore; and for all I know, the president just tweeted us into a war with Wakanda, a country that doesn’t exist.

So, Class of 2018, you are entering a world that we have toppled—we have toppled—like a Jenga tower, and we are relying on you to rebuild it.

But how can you do that with the knowledge that things are so unstable out there? I’ll tell you my secret, the one thing that has kept me going through the years, my superpower: delusion.

This is something I may share with our president, a fact that is both horrifying and interesting. Two years in, I think we can pretty safely say that he’s not getting carved onto Mount Rushmore; but damn if that isn’t a testament to how far you can get just by believing you’re the smartest, most successful person in the world.

My point is, you have to have insane confidence in yourself, even if it’s not real. You need to be your own cheerleader now, because there isn’t a room full of people waiting with pom‑poms to tell you, “You did it! We’ve been waiting all this time for you to succeed!”

So, I’m giving you permission to root for yourself. And while you’re at it, root for those around you, too. It took me a long time to realize that success isn’t a zero-sum game. Which leads me to the next part of my remarks.

I thought I might take a second to speak to the ladies in the audience. (Guys, take a break; you don’t have to pay attention during this part. Maybe spend the next 30 seconds thinking about all the extra money you’ll make in your life for doing the same job as a woman. Pretty sweet.)

Hey girls, we need to do a better job of supporting each other. I know that I am guilty of it too. We live in a world where it seems like there’s only room for one of us at the table. So when another woman shows up, we think, “Oh my god, she’s going to take the one woman spot! That was supposed to be mine!”

But that’s just what certain people want us to do! Wouldn’t it be better if we worked together to dismantle a system that makes us feel like there’s limited room for us? Because when women work together, we can accomplish anything. Even stealing the world’s most expensive diamond necklace from the Met Gala, like in Ocean’s 8, a movie starring me, which opens in theaters June 8th. And to that end, women, don’t be ashamed to toot your own horn like I just did.

Okay, guys, you can listen again. You didn’t miss much. Just remember to see Ocean’s 8, now playing in theaters nationwide. Ocean’s 8: Every con has its pros.

Now I wanted to share a little bit about me, Mindy Kaling, the Dartmouth student. When I came to Hanover in the fall of 1997, I was, as many of you were: driven, bright, ambitious, and really, really into The Black Eyed Peas.

I arrived here as a 17-year-old, took the lay of the land, and immediately began making a checklist of everything I wanted to accomplish. I told myself that by the time I graduated in 2001, I would have checked them all off.

And here was my freshman fall checklist: be on Hanover crew, on Lodge crew, be in an a cappella group, be in an improv troupe, write a play that’s performed at the Bentley, do a cartoon for the D, and try to be in a cool senior society. And guess what? I completed that checklist. But before you think: “Wait, why is this woman just bragging about her accomplishments from 17 years ago?”—keep listening.

Then, I graduated. And I made a new checklist for my twenties: get married by 27, have kids at 30, win an Oscar, be the star of my own TV show, host the MTV Music Awards (this was 2001, guys; it made more sense then), and do it all while being a size 2.

Well, spoiler alert: I’ve only done one of those things, and I’m not sure I will ever do the others. And that is a really scary feeling. Knowing how far that I’ve strayed from the person that I was hoping to be when I was 21.

I will tell you a personal story. After my daughter was born in December, I remember bringing her home and being in my house with her for the first time and thinking, “Huh. According to movies and TV, this is traditionally the time when my mother and spouse are supposed to be here, sharing this experience with me.” And I looked around, and I had neither. And for a moment, it was kind of scary. Like, “Can I do this by myself?”

But then, that feeling went away, because the reality is, I’m not doing it by myself. I’m surrounded by family and friends who love and support me. And the joy I feel from being with my daughter Katherine eclipses anything from any crazy checklist.

So I just want to tell you guys, don’t be scared if you don’t do things in the right order, or if you don’t do some things at all. I didn’t think I’d have a child before I got married, but hey, it turned out that way, and I wouldn’t change a thing. I didn’t think I’d have dessert before breakfast today, but hey, it turned out that way and I wouldn’t change a thing.

So if I could impart any advice, it’s this: If you have a checklist, good for you. Structured ambition can sometimes be motivating. But also, feel free to let it go. Yes, my culminating advice from my speech is a song from the Disney animated movie, Frozen.

I’ve covered a lot of ground today, not all of it was serious, but I wanted to leave you with this: I was not someone who should have the life I have now, and yet I do. I was sitting in the chair you are literally sitting in right now and I just whispered, “Why not me?” And I kept whispering it for seventeen years; and here I am, someone that this school deemed worthy enough to speak to you at your Commencement.

Don’t let anyone tell you that you can’t do something, but especially not yourself. Go conquer the world. Just remember this: Why not you? You made it this far.

Thank you very much, and congratulations to the Class of 2018.

"NYT: Talented poor not choosing to attend good colleges"

NYT: Talented poor not choosing to attend good colleges
Lawrence Auster
View From the Right
March 17, 2013

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(Note: see in the comments a reader’s correction of my speculation that the poor, talented students of which the Times is speaking are primarily blacks.)

But if, as the Times reports, these students do not even know of the existence of better colleges in America, and they have absolutely no aspiration to attend any schools that are outside their local area, how smart and talented could they be? They appear to have very small horizongs and little knowledge of and little curiosity in the world. Don’t very smart people tend to have large horizons?. My guess is that the Times is doing its usual rationalizations for the intellectual and other deficiencies of blacks. I did not read the entire article,but I’d say that it’s fair possibility that it ends up asserting that these students are culturally and geographically isolated by racial discrimination and by the lack of special federal programs that inform them of the existence of better schools. The eternal top-priority project and moral obligation of Liberal America (America 2.0)—at unlimited cost in societal effort, taxpayers’ money, and orchestrated white guilt—is to render blacks in general as functional as whites in general. And that will never happen. And no one who makes his living in mainstream America dare say it..

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Daniel F. writes:

I saw from Steve Sailer’s post on the same article that the low-income, high-aptitude cohort under discussion is 69 percent white and 15 percent Asian. So the large majority of the kids at issue are white.

LA replies:

Thanks for the correction. But I wonder if that information was in the Times article (which, again, I didn’t read the whole of and was only making a reasonable speculation on, based on past Timesean behavor), or only in the Sailer post.

Daniel F. replies:

The racial breakdown is in the NY Times article itself, about midway through. I suspect that Sailer is right that the problem is really with white kids, since channels are in place to whisk whatever (relatively) high-aptitude black kids make it through high school (most of whom are female) into elite colleges. Such kids are in extremely high demand, as I’m sure you know. By contrast, the powers that be could not care less about smart white kids from lower middle class or working class backgrounds. [LA replies: That all makes sense, and is not surprising. But it’s still fascinating. By the way, like Mr. Spock, I never say, “Fascinating” ironically, which people often think I do, because such behavior is now so common. I never (well, hardly ever) give a compliment ironically, which, again, has become a common behavior in our increasingly cynical and nihilist age.]

I’m amazed that you are able to do as much as you are still doing with the site. Your will power is amazing. May your pain be moderated and may you continue to make good use of your time with us, however you see fit.

“Blessed shalt thou be in thy coming in and blessed shalt thou be in thy going out.” Deuteronomy 28:6.

LA replies:

Interestingly, Deuteronomy 28, in which God alternatively presents the blessings and miseries he will deliver to the children of Israel depending on whether they follow or don’t follow his ways, is the source of the quote that I used at the end of my speech, “Multiculturalism and the War against White America,” at the first American Renaissance conference in May 1994.

I said:

In Deuteronomy, Chapter 28, God pronounces the curse that will fall on the people of Israel if they fail to follow God’s law:
“Your sons and your daughters shall be given to another people, while your eyes look on and fail with longing for them all the day; and it shall not be in the power of your hand to prevent it. A nation which you have not known shall eat up the fruit of your ground and of all your labors; and you shall be only oppressed and crushed continually; so that you shall be driven mad by the sight which your eyes shall see.”

Unless America wakes up to the threat of demographic and cultural dispossession, and finds the will to resist it, the curse pronounced in Deuteronomy awaits us all.

[end of speech.]

Karl D. writes:

I agree with what you said in the initial entry. Whether they be white or black, how intelligent can these young people be if they are so provincial? I grew up in Brooklyn and Queens and I remember as a teenager there were a couple of kids I knew who had never been over the bridge to Manhattan. Imagine that! They lived a mere three to five miles away from the world’s most famous and celebrated city, and they had never been over the bridge nor had their parents taken them.

March 18

James P. writes:

I went to high school in “the provinces” (Phoenix) but not in a low-income family. Just the opposite—I attended an expensive private school. Many of my classmates attended highly selective and prestigious universities. Yet an appreciable number of them attended the local, low-prestige school (Arizona State). These people had certainly heard of high-prestige schools back East, knew people who attended them, and could afford them, but chose not to attend these schools themselves. The problem was not lack of intelligence, knowledge or money, but motivation. Some of them didn’t want to be geographically far from their parents, others just didn’t know what they wanted to do with their lives. If this problem exists at the higher end of the income spectrum, I imagine it is even more prevalent at the lower end. The article notes, “Low-income students who excel in high school often do not graduate from the less selective colleges they attend”—which indicates to me that the problem is indeed motivation, not brains. You can graduate from high school on autopilot because all your choices are made for you and then wind up floundering in college because there are too many choices.

Thus the idea that these low-income kids in the Times article are “not really” smart and talented may be wide of the mark. I suspect that the system will make a special effort to seek out and attempt to inspire unmotivated black kids, and will be more likely to let unmotivated white kids fall through the cracks. (“If you don’t take advantage of your White Privilege, we have no sympathy for you!”)

LA replies:

This is very interesting and has the ring of truth.
Your observations remind me of someone I know. He is highly intelligent and extremely articulate. He writes like an angel. He is cultivated, being deeply knowledgeable about such fields as classical music and opera.

When he told me that he had never attended college, I was, frankly, gobsmacked, meaning that I was astounded to the utmost degree of astonishment.

He was graduated from high school in a Midwestern state in the mid-1970s. Now if I heard the same story from a person who went to high school in the 1930s or early ’40s, I would not have been astounded, because before the postwar period, as we learned from the Part One of The Bell Curve, before the postwar period people with high IQ were scattered throughout every walk of life in this country; but after the war the American system of education began pushing cognitively able young people into college and the professions, especially via the SATs, which had been deliberately designed to search out the cognitively talented who previously had not gone to college.

So how did it happen that he did not attend college, and how did it happen that he spoke so well and wrote so well without have gone to college? I had never met a person lacking a college education who expressed himself so well, with a perfect command of English usage and grammar. (And readers know how fussy I am about that—I am the man who will sit up in my coffin at my funeral and correct the pastor on a grammatical mistake!)

First, he had not had any intellectual or academic interests when he was in high school. He was into crafts, athleticism, things like that. The thought of college had simply never occurred to him. Second—and this part still astounds me—not a single adult in his life, whether his parents, his teachers, or his school advisors, had ever talked to him about the idea of his going to college. He had not even taken the SATs.

Second, as for his marked intellectual abilities and accomplishments, he only acquired intellectual interests in his twenties. He must have read a great deal, and developed on his own his excellent writing abilities.

I don’t know what general lessons this story offers, as it is in my knowledge atypical, indeed, unique. I’ve told it because I find it so interesting, and because it shows a unique individual.

Posted by Lawrence Auster at March 17, 2013 11:30 AM | Send

Art and Empty Spaces: Part 1

Shellie Zhang in front of the window display of her Neon artwork "A place for Wholesome Amusement,"
At Fentster Gallery at 402 College St. until May 22, 2018
[Image Source: The Canadian Jewish News]

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[Part Two here]
There's a hilarious, short-lived, "dialogue" at the Art Gallery of Mississauga Facebook page.

Given the contemporary history of Facebook, it might be deleted some time soon, so I have it here as a jpg.

The Facebook screenshot (the jpg) is below the "dialogue" which I have transcribed:

Art Gallery of Mississauga
April 4 at 1:05pm

"In this space beyond the residual is a form of collaborative remembering, a narratology shaped by the resilience of past #cultural texts and the desire for future pluralistic frameworks. Side by side, the two marquees, in their proximity, propose a kind of #kinship, a way to engage in a cross-cultural collective #memory."

Annie Wong discusses #Auction artist Shellie Zhang's new neon #installation on past spaces and parallel histories for Canadian Art.

Shellie Zhang Recovers Spectral Traces from a Diasporic Past
The artist's new neon installation explores parallel histories between Toronto's Jewish and Chinese communities.
CANADIANART.CA

David Alan Hill
Is this statement really in any form that would engage interest from the average viewer?
What a waste.

Art Gallery of Mississauga
Thanks for your comment David.

This new work by Shellie Zhang, as articulated by Annie Wong in Canadian Art delves into the multiple histories of one space, 285 Spadina. This space is located in an area of Toronto that was once home to many immigrants who experienced normalized racism while trying to make a life. Zhang’s neon work asks an open-ended question to all who encounter its glow on the practice of remembering: how does displacement and diaspora of the past relate to the lived experiences of today?

David Alan Hill
this does shed some light on the work in a more comprehensible manner but still it is a problem to me that the descriptions are so elitist for average people. After all they are the viewers as well as the educated group that float around the art world. Lets be inclusive and not restrict the art experience.

Ian Crysler
Gallery babble, very unattractive.

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Jpg screenshot below:



David Alan Hill somewhat captualted under the pressure of social media (he should blame Mark Zuckerberg for that, LOL). But he should have hung in there. What exactly is the dialogue between two neon lights? What passerby will try (or care less about) deciphering these cryptic messages about empty spaces (apparently - what exactly is "exhibited" there anyway?)

"Meritocracy, Diversity: Pick One"

Photo from the Washington Post article:
The White House releases a photo of its interns,
and the Internet asks: Why so few people of color?
(See larger photo here)

The Vdare blog has this fascinating post up: Meritocracy And Diversitocracy Incompatible.

Derbyshire, the author of the article via his radio show, expands on an article: Analysis: The White House releases a photo of its interns, and the Internet asks: Why so few people of color? by Eugene Scott, published on the Washington Post on March 31, 2018.

Besides the usual "blacks are less intelligent than whites" meme that Vdare endlessly announces, what I found so very interesting was that Derbyshire, who is married to an Asian woman and with two Happa children, should have missed this one: The statistically insignificant presence of Asians in the photo of the White House interns on the Whashington Post article. That is, statistically, zero. In actuality, I counted:
- One South Asian woman (no men)
- Two East Asian men (no women)

Asians have continuously been touted as smarter than whites (they get the highest scores in various standardized tests) the most diligent, and the most successful academically. But something strange happens when they hit the "real world."

I've written about it here regarding music and general academics, and here on the (in)famous "Tiger Mom" who was a subject of my two or three posts, and who has a new book out championing "tribal" connections - in America no less!

Amy Chua's (the Tiger Mom's) two daughters show similar traits. Despite a rigorous childhood of homework and volin practice neither has turned out to be the genius she (we) expected.

Well Chua's latest book is a little more complicated than that, but no less self-serving than her memoir and her American life. But more on that later.

Mousy Models Fulfilling An Ideological Mandate

Holt Renfrew's Official Video for Spring 2018 (now on display on the store's mega-screen at the
Square One Shopping Centre in Mississauga)

"See Carolyn Murphy and Liya Kebede don the season’s most forward-thinking flourishes for the Holt Renfrew Spring 2018 Magazine."

Spring Awakening/L’éveil du printemps: Video
Soundtrack: Tribal -
"Custom track made specifically for Holts.
The title of the song is Yup, Okay"

Spring Awakening/L’éveil du printemps: Editorial

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Below is an unpublished article from August 2011.

[2018 Update: Kebede is now gracing the big screen at Holt Renfrew's Mississauga store.]

Of course now it is no longer enough to have female models prancing around. We need some kind of interaction between them after all! And almost always that has some lesbian connotations. These women are not just besties!

Liya Kebede, the American model of Ethiopian origin, is on the May 2009 cover of Vogue magazine, and that's supposed to be a good thing. After Michelle Obama in March and Beyonce in April, Vogue is apparently on a roll adding her to the roster of "black" faces.
I don't know how Kebede got into the modeling business. By Ethiopian standards, she is not even that good looking. She is too dark, and her features are too mousy. She looks more Somali than Ethiopian. In a normal setting in her homeland, she would be called “cute” (especially if she also had personality), but not a beauty.

But, in America, what they seem to want in their "ethnic" models is that they either go all the way to the extreme end of the spectrum, like the Sudanese model Alek Wek, or have just enough Caucasian features (small lips, straight nose, high cheekbones without being too strong) and dark skin to figure as an acceptable "black" model. All this without looking too Negroid. This is actually the look of the super model, and mother of them all, the Somali Iman. It is not surprising that Halle Berry, a mousy-featured favorite film star, is so popular. Another mousy but popular model is the Indian Padma Lakshmi. Liya, Halle, Iman and Padma could actually be sisters.

It is frustrating to look at these women as models of beauty, when all they're really doing is fulfilling some ideological need of putting nonwhite models, whose looks are not too threatening, on main stream fashion magazines.

Oprah! President!

I'm sure this was staged. The "powers that be" at the Golden Globes Equal Opportunity/Gender Equality Committee™ must have said:

"Let's have Oprah ON! Let's give her the Cecile B. DeMille 'Outstanding contributions to the world of entertainment' award. This is Hollywood and we are here to right the wrongs!"

Even though Oprah has made no "outstanding contributions to the world of entertainment." Her two acting roles were mediocre. Her talk show years were not outstanding, unless you find aggressive programs entertaining. She is one of two television personalties to receive this award, but not one that would be classified as an entertainer. Her shows were social and political agendas, treading lightly on many occasion not to instigate undue controversy, to showcase Black Americans and to demean (subtly and cleverly) whites.

Many in her long list of "acting" roles are as herself. One third of her thirty three productions are her own shows: either the Oprah show or affiliated programs such as Oprah's Big Giveaway. Her other productions are forgotten documentaries or made-for-television films (i.e. no-one watches them).

Her feature films deal mostly with contentious civil rights and slavery issues: i.e. evil whites.

Here is an article (published) I wrote about Precious, a film for which she was executive producer.

The only other talk show host to receive the award was Richard Skelton. And he has a long list of acting roles, albeit not in star roles, to his credit. But was a genuine entertainer as a vaudeville, radio, film and burlesque actor and deserving of his "outstanding contributions to the world of entertainment" trophy.

And Oprah is a "Me To-er!" And that is how she addressed her Hollywood audience in her acceptance speech. Carefully, though, since she cannot alienate all those other "outstanding" men; black men especially, and certainly white men too. Amongst these men, there would be a large number of liberals and leftists who would support her "cause" and who would be her biggest allies and supporters.

Because Oprah most definitely will run for President. Think about it: The first Black, Female, Entertainer President of the Untied States. That's killing so many birds with one stone! What an antodte to the current Mr. President. She should have run instead of the pathetic Hillary. What a match we would have had! She must regret that every single day!

And here she came to the Golden Globes to hurl that fury in a speech! "I SHOULD HAVE BEEN THERE!!!"

But everything about Oprah always seems staged. A "Fake News."

- Her public speaking is a hyperbole of words with emphases on all the wrong places.
- Her fashion and hair is nether classy nor "indifferent," that fake stance all liberal women put on as they wear their thousand dollar Manolo Blahnik shoes and straight-off-the-runway bedazzled gowns.

Look at Oprah's dress: Black with glitter and VERSACE!!!! And her shoes are crystal-encrusted pumps

And this clueless fan tells us:

She stunned wearing a custom-made Atelier Versace off the shoulder, fitted long sleeved black velvet gown with Swarovski crystal encrusted accents along the neckline and waist.

"We Rock!"
Abused Movie Stars at the GGs in their haute couture dresses

By the way "custom made" at what cost? There is no information yet on the price of the gown out in the fashion blogs (although Oprah can censor that bit of information) but Michelle Obama's custom-made Versace gown from 2016 cost her (or the American people) 12,000 dollars.

And in a fashion show of evening dresses (I cannot say "gowns" since some are mini-skirts) called "Ballgowns, à la Versace" this article tells us:

Couture shows – the highest echelon of fashion, with made-to-measure frocks, private clients and six-figure prices – always highlight the craft of fashion as well as the fantasy.

So much for equality and ordinary people.

So why is she running?

For a "New Day?"

Really?

Listen to her speech below.



Oprah is part of the bigger movement in America (and Canada) to complete the usurpation the Western culture and tradition from America and render it a black/brown dominated country.

For how long will whites put up with this? For how long will they stand around as they get called all kinds of names and accused of all kinds of crimes? How long before they turn around and call Oprah and ilk racists and hypocrites?

How long before they take back their land?

Re-re-Appropriation

The title of my previous post "Native Son" is a play on words and meaning from the book Native Son by Black American (then referred to as American Negro) writer Richard Wright, who was no "son" and refused to be a "native."

Black Americans appear to be in perpetual anger against their white countrymen, towards whom they never feel convivial. Wright wrote his "Native Son," just before the tumultuous "sixties" to which he contributed nonetheless as a Communist, when white Americans were cornered into accepting the superiority of blacks, and not simply their equality.

Here is a quote from what he wrote:

The white folks like for us to be religious, then they can do what they want to with us.

This must be where former President Barrack Obama must have got his Whites, guns and religion reference from.

And here is the homosexual spokesman for Wright, James Baldwin, who fled America to France, not as some original form of protest, but to join other American expatriate writers and artists who preferred to criticize their country from a distance:

Out of this incredible brutality, we get the myth of the happy darky and Gone With the Wind. And the North Americans appear to believe these legends, which they have created and which absolutely nothing in reality corroborates, until today. And when these legends are attacked, as is happening now—all over a globe which has never been and never will be White—my countrymen become childishly vindictive and unutterably dangerous. The”
- James Baldwin, Notes of a Native Son

So I can re-re-appropriate "Native" whenever and wherever like. Here it is again:
Homer Watson: Native Son.

I've read Native Son. It s a lyrical book. But it is unforgiving and even petty:

Stay, Pray, and Fight

Vancouver Morning
[Photo by KPA]

Below is an article by Tim Murray, a (recently) former resident of Vancouver, British Columbia. He moved as far as can tell to the US, fleeing his "city [that] reached the summit of absurdity one step at a time."

The one that broke his back is the news that:

Vancouver's NHL hockey team is going to wear "rainbow" hockey sweaters in their practice session on February 28th of this year (2017). One veteran player told a reporter that the team's message was that anyone can participate in hockey. "Gay people, LGBT people, people of any gender identity...all are welcome to the game if they can play hockey."

Murray will encounter this wherever he goes. I don't think any US city is particularly immune to LGBTQwertization - some much more than others of course, but all ready to run him out of town if he desists.

His best strategy is to stay and fight: Keep his home; Remain in his neighborhood; Shop at the local grocery store; Visit the parks and beautiful waterfront promenades. But STAY and FIGHT!

The realty is that very few people wholeheartedly accept the lgbtq agenda, even fewer want it any part of their children's lives, and many (a sound majority) accept it either through fear of repercussions (loss of a job) or indoctrination of equality and are of the "equal for them but not in family" variety.

Of course the other major dearth that allows such radical changes to occur in society is the loss of spiritual Christian guidance that would let people judge right vs. wrong unequivocally.

So my advice to Tim is to stay, pray, and fight. You can win this.

I've posted the full article below, and it is also posted at the Council of European Canadians website where Murray is a regular contributor. Another of his notable article is:

British Columbia's Anti-Asian History: Was It Racism - or Economic Self-defense?

Of course, this is a loaded (rhetorical?) question.

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Vancouver Canucks LGBTQwertzed
by Tim Murray
Tuesday, 28 February 2017

News item: The Vancouver Canucks will wear rainbow-coloured "Pride" jerseys.

So here's the scoop. Vancouver's NHL hockey team is going to wear "rainbow" hockey sweaters in their practice session on February 28th of this year (2017). One veteran player told a reporter that the team's message was that anyone can participate in hockey. "Gay people, LGBT people, people of any gender identity...all are welcome to the game if they can play hockey."

The owners, however, had another unspoken, underlying and candidly mercenary message, which if deciphered would run something like this:

- We want to make money by securing and expanding our base in this, the LGBTQ capital of Canada...this welcoming, tolerant, inclusive and accepting city, the San Francisco of the Great True North, Weak and Free (to do whatever feels good at the time).
- We welcome family-oriented ticket-holders to sit and watch our team regardless of how they define family. (That's good to know because I have always wanted to bring my Significant Other to see a hockey game at GM Place. Barney, my Lab Retriever, has never seen a game live).

Yep, we have come a long way, baby. If only the 1915 Stanley Cup Champion Vancouver Millionaires could see us now. Who could imagine that in the span of a century, men would be skating in drag. While the Canadian men in the trenches wore khaki, men in Canada today can wear uniforms decorated in gaudy rainbow colours. Perhaps Canadian Forces personnel will follow suit. I know that it would impress jihadists.

I guess that is what happens when you become to a "propositional" state. Once men were men, but now men are undecided. "In the first period, I was a man, but in the intermission I realized I was always a woman inside. So I came out in the third period as a new man, I mean, a woman. At least for now, as I can feel that there are other identities in me waiting to burst out and blossom." No doubt there are men in Hockey's Hall of Fame who are the brink of requesting that their names be changed to match their present gender identity. Wayne Gretsky will come out as Hayley Wickenheiser and Hayley Wickenheiser will come out as Wayne Gretsky. But who cares, like the veteran Canuck player said, if you can play hockey, nobody should care what gender identity you assume. I am sure if a former male team-mate had sexual re-assignment surgery, she would be welcome to shower with the team. At least in the shower room adjoining the Canucks locker room.

How did Vancouver climb this mountain to the peak of enlightenment? What were the benchmarks of this ascent to moral depravity and cultural disintegration? When and how was a mental disorder re-branded as a lifestyle choice? How did schizophrenia become gender dysphoria? How did little Johnny become the many faces of Eve?

As an old Vancouver-born boomer hopelessly out of sync with the times, I can only say that my city reached the summit of absurdity one step at a time. The chronology went something like this:

In 50s and 60s, 65% of city residents were of British origin, and 30% of continental European descent. When you strolled through Stanley Park, you could hear every European language, and sometimes, a few Chinese and South Asian voices too. In other words, having a common Christian-based world view, metro Vancouverites were on the same moral page. Those were the days when we left our doors at home unlocked, and the windows of our cars down when they were parked at English Bay on a hot sunny summer day.

Then along came the late sixties and we weren't leaving our doors unlocked anymore. The growing drug trade drove petty theft ("Can I have a toke, man?"). And by the end of the seventies, it was unfashionable to smack your kid on the bum to terminate a public temper tantrum. The Dr. Spock generation took a hands-off approach to child-rearing, leaving their kids free to mouth off to lifeguards, theatre ushers, and teachers, and run amok in restaurants and aboard BC Ferries ships. Children grew bolder when they realized that the Ministry of Children and Families was standing over their shoulders. They were the first generation to grow up without an extra pair of eyes watching them. Gramma and Grandpa were living in another city or province. Home invasions and gang shootings became the staple of the nightly news.


Vancouver Millionaires 1915
Before Cultural Marxism

Ah yes, I look upon those later decades with fondness. They were the decades when parents were encouraged to feel no inhibitions about flying the coup and abandoning their kids because "children are resilient." And Asian gangs were just a feature of the growing pains that we must tolerate to reap the benefits of diversity. I remember feeling proud after reading a report about a female youth gang swarming and beating a victim near a Skytrain station. Obviously the gospel of women's empowerment had filtered down to the grassroots level.

Some noteworthy rungs on Jacob's ladder toward multicultural, sexually diverse (or perverse) heaven were, as I recall:

- In the 80s, Vancouver Mayor Mike Harcourt declared that Vancouver was a "nuclear-free zone," forcing the Soviets to strike Vancouver off its target list. They only had 40,000 nukes to spare after all. This was a testament to the enormous influence that Mike Harcourt had on world leaders.
- Then Vancouver was dubbed "The Gateway to the Pacific." It could better be described as "The Floodgate to the Pacific."
- Then Vancouver was described as "A World in a City." It was more like "Hong Kong in a City."
- Then Vancouver Mayor Gregor Robertson called it a "Welcoming City." No kidding.
- Then Vancouver Mayor Gregor Robertson advised that Vancouver become a "Sanctuary City." In other words, the City's chief lawmaker wanted to make his City a haven for law-breakers.
-Then following in Mike Harcourt's footsteps, Mayor Gregor Robertson ostentatiously participated in Pride Day, and saw to it that the rainbow flag flew at City Hall.
- Then the Vancouver Canucks announced that their players would wear "rainbow" hockey jerseys with pink numbers and decorate stick blades with rainbow colours.
- Then Vancouver Mayor Gregor Robertson declared that his Welcoming City did not welcome Pastor Franklin Graham. His "homophobic" gospel violated Vancouver's "values." Nor should his - -- - Tolerant City tolerate a diversity of ideas, because some of them didn't fit Justin Trudeau's "Canadian values" either. Oddly neither of these progressive crusaders seem to be bothered about the hateful anti-Canadian vitriol dished out in mosques.

It was then that I remembered why I finally fled the City. I am no longer a Vancouverite nor indeed, a Canadian. I am not welcome because the self-appointed arbiters of what is or is not Vancouver or Canadian "values" have more or less told me so.

Exhausted, sad and defeated, unable to recognize the country that I was born in, I have concluded that it is time that I should be laid to rest. In fact, I have already laid out my best suit for the occasion. I can't fully describe it here, but let me give you a hint. You won't find any pink in my wardrobe. And the rainbow flag will not cover my coffin.

The un-Canadian Tim Murray.