Flannery O’Conner wrote that everything that rises must converge, but this must also be said of everything that is circling the drain. The shared worldview of our chattering classes appears to me to be nothing more than a vast epistemic sinkhole. This is the kind of thing that could make Turretin exclaim, were he present with us, something like zut alors! which when translated means something like holy smokes. You know, a little inside term of art from one of the great scholars of the Reformation.
In order to be cast as a radical and/or a crazy these days all you need do is say something like “a man should be judged by the content of his character, and not by the color of his skin.” Total wingnuttery. If you insist on equal weights and measures, no thumb on the scale, whether that thumb be black like Al Sharpton’s or white like David Duke’s, or Daisy Duke’s for that matter, if you maintain something along the lines of “all thumbs matter,” as in, keep any kind of thumb off the scale, you will be written off as a crackpot, or as the professionals would call it, a psycho-ceramic.
I mean, how dare you say that we should cultivate an official cultural color blindness? I know that it is ostensibly the stated goal and everything, but if anyone hazards to suggest that we actually give it a try, they will be grabbed where the pants hang loose and frog-marched to the curb.
I say all this because I tweeted something that hit a nerve, and I was kind of surprised by the nerve it hit. I know, I shouldn’t be surprised by anything anymore, but I kind of was.
I tweeted this:
“So a black guy shot some white people to start a race war. What flag do we have to take down that will fix it this time?”
What was that about? You should recall that after the Charleston shootings a few months ago, after what seemed like minutes, a hue and holler went up about how we needed to take down the Confederate flag from its place on the grounds of the South Carolina capital. A full court press was called, and there we were. Dylann Roof, who shot the people in that church, was a white punk who wanted to start a race war. It wasn’t long before pictures of him brandishing the Confederate flag appeared online, and see? See?
No, I don’t see. The problem is not race. The problem is godlessness. The problem is not that our society is racially divided. The problem is that we are divided from God, estranged from Him.
And now, in circumstances so close as to be almost a parody, a black man shoots a couple of white people on live television because he wanted to start a race war too. And since flags appear to be a necessary part of this kind of thing, a rainbow flag was found in Vester Flanagan’s apartment. The pretend solution to these horrific crimes is to go in big for empty gestures, and so let us call for even-handedness in our distribution of empty gestures. What flag do have to take down now that will fix everything. Flanagan was homosexual, and he had a culprit flag in his apartment . . .
But lo, my observation caused sadness on the Internet. No, not the kind of sadness that Frodo had while going to the Grey Havens, or the kind that Treebeard had while marching on Isengard. He was, as you recall, “sad, but not unhappy” (p. 90). No, I made some people both sad and unhappy.
@douglaswils lost of respect for you I expected more.
@douglaswils What a personally irresponsible and pastorally inept thing to say. Highly inappropriate.
@douglaswils I’m really sorry a flag is such a big issue for you, Doug. Would you like to talk about it?
@douglaswils what did Paul say? Something about “not all tweets beneficial?” Seems appropriate here.
@douglaswils What a ridiculous thing to say, Doug. You know it’s bigger than that. Why say something so incendiary?
Of course it is bigger than that. Double standards always are. Hypocrisy is always much bigger than the sin it pretends not to be committing. Liars hate being caught. It throws them off their rhythm.
Look. We live in a generation when Democratic candidates can be hounded off a stage simply for saying “all lives matter,” which is apparently a racist dog whistle to the incoherent and jumbled jive-mongers, who demand that “black lives matter” be the only official chant, and these pasty white politicians cannot even defend themselves by pointing out their own obvious hypocrisies. “No, no, please don’t run me off stage. I clearly don’t believe it. I am still in favor of selling black baby parts to white researchers. And I promise to adhere to the ‘black lives matter’ shibboleth simultaneously, while simpering and groveling throughout, all while voting for continued millions to subsidize the merchandising of a disproportionate number of black baby organs. We have to keep the sale of dead black babies affordable for the important white researchers. Otherwise because racism!”
If you cannot make any sense out of the standards at play in the previous paragraph, I think you can relax because I don’t think it is you.