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Leftism = Retardation Of The Soul

28 April 2010 @ 16:14

It is my belief, and I’ve stated here at TCOTS in various ways, that Leftist thinking is a mutation of Right Reason, that it is a perversion of truth.  I think Michael Savage is a charlatan, but even shysters get it right now and again: Leftism is a mental disease.

Via a posting by Stacy McCain yesterday, we were presented with two terrific and perfect examples of this retardation of the mind.

The first comes from Donna Ron who relates her experience with a young Bill Ayers [vulgarity warning][tip of the fedora to Van Helsing]:

Bill Ayers’ apartment was around the corner and a half a block away from the sorority house. The more time I spent there, the more out of place I felt with my sisters. Sometimes I would stop by just to keep from having to go back to a place I had begun to think of as boring. I guess it was one of those evenings — maybe on the way back from the library, maybe just to get out of the sorority house, I don’t remember exactly. What I do recall is that when I was getting ready to leave Ayers told me I couldn’t go until I slept with his roommate and his brother. At this point Bill and I had slept together just once. I was sexually inexperienced, having had only one serious boyfriend with whom I had recently broken up.

At first I thought Ayers was joking. I got up; and went to the door. He moved quickly to block me at the doorway. He locked the door and put the chain on it. I went to the couch and sat down and told him that I had no intention of having sex with his roommate and his brother or him. He said that I had no choice but to do as he said if I wanted to get out of there. He claimed that I wouldn’t sleep with his married roommate because he was black — that I was a bigot. I had gone to school with black kids and had them as friends all my life. I couldn’t believe he was saying that to me.

I felt trapped. I had to get out of the situation I was in and because he was so effective a guilt-tripper, I also felt I had to prove to him that I wasn’t a bigot. I got up from the couch and walked over to the black roommate’s bed and put myself on it and he fucked me. I went totally out of my body. I floated beside myself on the outside and above the bed looking at this black stranger fuck me angrily while I hated myself.

After that I had to go lie down on Bill Ayer’s bed for his brother to screw me. Rick Ayers was a decent person, unlike his brother, and couldn’t go through with it He started and stopped and let me go. I also thought I had to let Bill screw me but at that point he unbolted the door and I left.

I remember going back to the sorority house and talking to my best girlfriend and telling her what had happened. But there were no words yet to describe it. There was no term “date rape” yet in our political vocabulary. The notion of a psychological rape was not on the table.

I was a mess and felt it was my fault for letting it happen. I was ashamed. Back home at the end of the semester, I got my parents to send me to a psychiatrist. What had happened affected my ability to trust in a relationship with a man and I didn’t have a close relationship again for a long time.

I graduated in 1968 and went to Europe for the summer and came back right before the Democratic Convention. I worked for McCarthy in the Indiana primary. Wherever I went over the next few years, I carried with me the shame and guilt with me. I felt it had been my fault for not putting up more of a struggle against Ayers.

Here we see two manifestations of Leftist thinking…

1) The rejection of all morality which leads to all means to be justified by the end desired: Bill Ayers wanted to exercise power over this woman and he enjoyed watching her submit to his wishes by degrading herself.  He had thrown off the ‘shackles’ of morality and was free to act on his whims and to use people however he saw fit and to whatever extent they were willing to be used. 

2) The belief in what we now call ‘political correctness’ which requires believing that right and wrong are relative.  Miss Ron accepted these premises to such a degree that her moral sense was weakened enough that she did not attempt to resist the rapes being orchestrated by Bill Ayers out of a fear that she would be branded a bigot.  If you read the rest of her story you see that she has never come to terms with her moral failures in the matter [which, admittedly are less than his: Ayers is a monster, she is most definitely not] – she attempts to contact Ayers and engage in some kind of dialogue in the Fall of 2001.

The second example comes from Amanda Kijera, a middle-aged white woman [this is worth quoting from extensively]:

Two weeks ago, on a Monday morning, I started to write what I thought was a very clever editorial about violence against women in Haiti. The case, I believed, was being overstated by women’s organizations in need of additional resources. Ever committed to preserving the dignity of Black men in a world which constantly stereotypes them as violent savages, I viewed this writing as yet one more opportunity to fight “the man” on behalf of my brothers. That night, before I could finish the piece, I was held on a rooftop in Haiti and raped repeatedly by one of the very men who I had spent the bulk of my life advocating for.

It hurt. The experience was almost more than I could bear. I begged him to stop. Afraid he would kill me, I pleaded with him to honor my commitment to Haiti, to him as a brother in the mutual struggle for an end to our common oppression, but to no avail. He didn’t care that I was a Malcolm X scholar. He told me to shut up, and then slapped me in the face. Overpowered, I gave up fighting halfway through the night.

Accepting the helplessness of my situation, I chucked aside the Haiti bracelet I had worn so proudly for over a year, along with it, my dreams of human liberation. Someone, I told myself, would always be bigger and stronger than me. As a woman, my place in life had been ascribed from birth. A Chinese proverb says that “women are like the grass, meant to be stepped on.” The thought comforted me at the same time that it made me cringe.

A dangerous thought. Others like it have derailed movements, discouraged consciousness and retarded progress for centuries. To accept it as truth signals the beginning of the end of a person–or community’s–life and ability to self-love. Resignation means inertia, and for the past two weeks I have inhabited its innards. My neighbors here include women from all over the world, but it’s the women of African descent, and particularly Haitian women, who move me to write now.

Truly, I have witnessed as a journalist and human rights advocate the many injustices inflicted upon Black men in this world. The pain, trauma and rage born of exploitation are terrors that I have grappled with every day of my life. They make one want to strike back, to fight rabidly for what is left of their personal dignity in the wake of such things. Black men have every right to the anger they feel in response to their position in the global hierarchy, but their anger is misdirected.

Women are not the source of their oppression; oppressive policies and the as-yet unaddressed white patriarchy which still dominates the global stage are. Because women–and particularly women of color–are forced to bear the brunt of the Black male response to the Black male plight, the international community and those nations who have benefitted from the oppression of colonized peoples have a responsibility to provide women with the protection that they need.

The United Nations, western women’s organizations and the Haitian government must immediately provide women in Haiti with the funding that they need to build domestic violence and rape crisis centers. Stop dividing Black families by distributing solely to women, which only exaggerates male resentment and frustration in Haiti. Provide both women and men with job training programs that would allow for self-sufficiency as opposed to continued dependency on whites. Lastly, admit that the issue of racial integration might still need addressing on an international level, and then find a way to address it!

I went to Haiti after the earthquake to empower Haitians to self-sufficiency. I went to remind them of the many great contributions that Afro-descendants have made to this world, and of their amazing resilience and strength as a people. Not once did I envision myself becoming a receptacle for a Black man’s rage at the white world, but that is what I became. While I take issue with my brother’s behavior, I’m grateful for the experience. It woke me up, made me understand on a deeper level the terror that my sisters deal with daily. This in hand, I feel comfortable in speaking for Haitian women, and for myself, in saying that we will not be your pawns, racially, politically, economically or otherwise.

We are women, not weapons of war. Thankfully, there are organizations here in Haiti who continues to fight for women’s human rights like, MADRE, SOFA and Enfofanm.

Rather than allowing myself to be used in such a fashion, and as opposed to submitting to the frustration and bitterness that can be born of such an experience, I choose to continue to love and educate instead. My brothers can be sensitized to women’s realities in Haiti and the world over if these are presented to them by using their own clashes with racism and oppression as a starting point.

They must be made to understand the dangerous likelihood of the oppressed becoming the oppressor if no shift in consciousnesses takes place and if no end to the cycle of trauma occurs. I intend to see that it does…by continuing to live and work fearlessly with justice in mind, through the creation of a safe space for women in Haiti and by creating programming for Haitian men that considers their needs, too. Weapons annihilate, dialogue bears fruit.

It’s the fruit I’m interested in now, no matter how strange or bruised it might appear.

Here we witness the manifestation of the lFet’s refusal to accept human beings as they are in all of their glory, mundaneness, and cruelty — in other words as they exist in the real world.  As a result of forming one’s opinions of their fellow men through only observing the world via rose-colored [self-censored] tunnel vision, basic Common Sense is absent in the Leftist’s logic.  Reason plays no part whatsoever in their calculations.  This woman is a sad and pitiable creature who refuses to accept that she WAS RAPED BY A THUG, that she put herself in this situation because she refused to confront reality, and that she is engaging in a massive denial that will only cause her greater mental anguish down the road.  There is never an excuse for rape and if you cannot understand that then you are morally perverse…ie: you are a Leftist, a very strange, damaged, and rotting bit of fruit on the human tree.

14 Comments
  1. Lipton T. Bagg permalink
    28 April 2010 @ 16:36 16:36

    Welcome back Bob! I hope you’ve conquered what ailed you.

    Liberalism builds on its base on Anarchy, Entitlement and Hedonism. The laws of the land are crafted to maximize “feel good”, “look good” and requires feeding from the nipple of governmental entitlement until the bite is sufficient to accept feeding from the societal silver spoon.

    Those who embrace viewpoints based upon facts, laws, or faith need not apply, they have no bearing in the land of Liberalism. Exceptionalism, patriotism and individual initiative are verboden, as is any hint of capitalistic propensity. You must do as they say, when they say it. And don’t worry, they will tell you what you want, need or should desire. Then they will supply you according to their edicts.

    So, who’s on board with that? A permanently disabled and dis-empowered (and disemboweled) underclass?

    Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to watch Pink Floyd’s “The Wall” so I can watch Mr. “O” commanding his goose-stepping “hammers on parade”.

    -LTB

    • bobbelvedere permalink*
      28 April 2010 @ 19:24 19:24

      You know I never thought about it, but Leftists occupy Pink’s mind in that movie.

      Thanks for the ‘get well’. I’m getting there, though I may stay out of work again tomorrow.

  2. 28 April 2010 @ 18:34 18:34

    “They must be made to understand the dangerous likelihood of the oppressed becoming the oppressor if no shift in consciousnesses takes place and if no end to the cycle of trauma occurs.”

    Honey, that shift has already taken place because of apologists like you. It is HUMAN NATURE, you foolish little windbag. They are YOUR oppressors, aren’t they? Because of your hatred for Western civilisation – and white men in particular – because you are incapable of seeing the gifts these people have spit on, you put yourself in a place where you could help him prove that white women are weak. That little thug needs punishment, not understanding. PLEASE name me some great contributions to Haitian (or even African) society by your esteemed Afro-descendants? There are certainly some, but their incubators were not Communist/Socialist banana republics, they were the Land of Liberty. You should be ashamed. It’s YOUR consciousness that needs transformation, dearie.

    I won’t hold my breath.

    • bobbelvedere permalink*
      28 April 2010 @ 19:27 19:27

      Right on, KC, right on.

  3. 28 April 2010 @ 18:51 18:51

    Well said, Bob.

    I have always thought the left was poorly thought out and misguided, but this took me aback. To find a person so committed to her ’cause’ that she is thanking the man that slapped and raped her for the experience of it? It is beyond misguided. It does indeed seem to qualify as a mental illness, a sort of sever version of Stockholm Syndrome, but without the isolation and with so much guilt towards one’s own ancestors and fellow citizens. I tell you the whole thing made me feel ill. A gal named Mary Rose had a great response on her blogTrue Confessions of a Prodigal Daughter.

  4. 28 April 2010 @ 19:27 19:27

    I have several things going on at the same time in this house, Bob, and I use that as my excuse for bad manners in not saying I’m glad you’re feeling better and hope you continue to do so. Believe it or not, sometimes I remember my manners when I’m SUPPOSED to, and I’m sorry I didn’t make this comment first. You’re an important part of my day, and I hope you get REAL better REAL soon!

    • bobbelvedere permalink*
      28 April 2010 @ 20:08 20:08

      Thank you, KC. Not bad manners at all. Those two quotes by those women are anger-inducing. I could barely contain mine.

  5. 28 April 2010 @ 20:13 20:13

    It is an affliction to not be able to see the world as it is. The left tends to fetishize things I think. The environment, for example. “Oppressed Muslims” are another fetish, and will continue to be so even as groups of them collapse walls on homosexuals and commit violence against women.

    Another good, though provoking piece!

    • bobbelvedere permalink*
      28 April 2010 @ 23:02 23:02

      Thank you. ‘Fetishize’ is quite accurate.

  6. Adobe Walls permalink
    29 April 2010 @ 16:29 16:29

    The rape story is fiction.

    • bobbelvedere permalink*
      29 April 2010 @ 17:17 17:17

      Need proof, AW. Need a link.

      • Adobe Walls permalink
        29 April 2010 @ 19:42 19:42

        First off I was referring to Haitian story.The story involving Bill Ayers definitely has the ring of truth.
        Allow me to try this again. IMHO the story of the rooftop rape as told by Amanda Kijera is fiction. As I’m sure you did Bob I read the whole tale at the link provided by the numerous sites that are running this story. After reading Melissa Clouthier’s post at PJs and as well as most of the comments I concluded that this wasn’t even good fiction I highly recommend reading Melssa’s post http://pajamasmedia.com/blog/whos-to-blame-when-a-black-man-rapes-a-black-woman/#comments. Good fiction is able to create the “suspension of disbelief” every time I read this tale it becomes less believable. Try reading Amanda Kijera’s account without the left/right angle read this tale not as a Right Wing cynic but as an ordinary everyday cynic I don’t know about others but I became a cynic before I became a Rightwingnut. Whether this story is true or not will probably never be proven, kinda like whether or not the N-word was used at the Capital Tea Party rally. If Amanda’s tale were related in a Court of Law with no other evidence that case would be dismissed.

        • bobbelvedere permalink*
          29 April 2010 @ 22:46 22:46

          I will look into the matter.

        • bobbelvedere permalink*
          30 April 2010 @ 09:35 09:35

          I read the article you mentioned and thought it spot-on. I also read most of the comments.

          I still think the story is true, but I do think your cynical attitude is justified because this woman is obviously mentally disturbed. However, the reason I tend to think it actually happened is because I have spoken with a good number of women over the years who think this way [in my decandent youth, I attended many a party filled with Wellesley girls and did my best to play the role of the struggling muscican with a Leftist conscience for reasons that I’m sure need not be spelled-out]. I would describe these girls as mentally ill as a result have having radical feminist ideas thrown at them at Wellesley and by their peers in a constant drumbeat that eventually made them deaf to all reason. To read Mzzz. Kijera’s account was to be transported back to non-air-conditioned, nearly bare apartments in seedy neighborhoods where BYOB was the first commandment and the Earth girls were easy. And the ideas as rancid as expressed by Mzzz. Kijera’s.

          SIDENOTE: One of the things that used to blow me away was that so many of the girls who spewed this feminist groupthink also admired Ayn Rand! People are never boring.

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