By Victor Davis Hanson
Tuesday, September 06, 2016
In an affluent postmodern society of nearly unlimited
freedom and opportunity, elite celebrities, pampered athletes, comfortable
academics, conniving politicians, and careerist journalists find it hard to
prove that they are still relevant in a revolutionary or rather cool sense.
In medieval times, privileged sinners found absolution
for their guilt through more formal contractual penance. Churchmen consulted
books of penitentials that prescribed precise medicinal doses — donations,
pilgrimages, fasting, and a host of other sacrificial acts — to offset
particular sins to get them right again with God. The key was to find a way to
keep enjoying sinning and still get to heaven on the cheap.
In our atheistic and agnostic society, inexpensive, loud,
and public virtue-mongering has replaced church penance — with Black Lives
Matter, La Raza, Al Sharpton, network anchor people, NPR, the New York Times, and such acting as the
new bishops who can dispense exemptions.
The wealthy, the influential, the intelligentsia, and the
cultural elite all broadcast their virtues — usually at a cut-rate rhetorical
price — to offset their own sense of sin (as defined by feelings of guilt), or
in fear that their own lives are antithetical to the ideologies they espouse,
or sometimes simply as a wise career move. Sin these days is mostly defined as
race/class/gender thought crimes.
Wearing a mask of virtue is done not to save one’s soul
for eternity but to still feel good about enjoying privilege. The sneakers,
jeans, and T-shirts or mafia-black outfits of Silicon Valley billionaires can
compensate for their robber-baron sins of outsourcing, offshoring, and tax
avoidance or simply their preference for apartheid existence with the fellow
rich; for George Soros (currency manipulator and European financial outlaw), it
is funding leftists who hate capitalists and rank financial speculators like
him. All that beats lashings and haircloth.
Superstar singer Beyoncé, along with her husband Jay-Z,
is reportedly worth $1 billion, with a reported annual income that exceeds $100
million.
Not long ago the popular criticism of Beyoncé by her fans
was that she seemed in appearance too eager to culturally appropriate
“whiteness.” Her routines were akin to reactionary striptease and crassly
sexually reductive — hardly the image of a bold black female entrepreneur
espousing values consistent with hip feminism.
We do not hear so much flak these days. Beyoncé is just
as privileged, probably wealthier, and on her way to multibillionaire Oprah
status. But she has suddenly metamorphosized into a social-justice warrior, at
least in theory.
In 2014 she and husband Jay-Z, in Marxismo chic fashion,
violated the then tourist ban to Cuba to celebrate their fifth anniversary with
an ample capitalist entourage in the Communist utopia. At the 2016 Super Bowl,
Beyoncé orchestrated an infantile, neo–Black Panther dance skit. Her recent
video peddled the discredited Black Lives Matter/Ferguson meme of “hands up
don’t shoot.” And at the MTV awards ceremony, her retinue playacted being shot
by police.
Of course, Beyoncé’s 0.00001 percent world could not
exist in Cuba. She counts on legions of security officers and expects the
police to protect her separatist celebrity status. She certainly does not
manage her various fashion and music corporations on the principles of Black
Panther hokey socialism. The poor do not, in Cuban style, sublet the guest
houses of her estate. Yet she has now landed her privileged soul in social-justice
heaven — and the profits roll in without guilt. Inner-city youth who study
physics are pilloried by contemporaries as “acting white”; the super-wealthy
who appear white are “acting black.”
Little need be said of the buffoonish antics of San
Francisco 49er backup quarterback Colin Kaepernick, who refused to stand up for
the national anthem because of purported racism against people of color, but
who plays in a lucrative, elite league in which black players are, to use a
good progressive term, “overrepresented” at nearly six times their percentage of the general population The NFL is
that rare American institution in which there is no guiding concept of
proportional diversity, disparate impact, or affirmative action to remedy
radical ethnic and racial imbalances. Until recently, Kaepernick was known
mostly as a former star NFL quarterback and, off the field, for a unique
ancestry — of mixed racial background, raised by white adoptive parents in the
Midwest, mostly a product of white suburban culture, and stung with a prior
accusation by NFL authorities of using the N-word racial slur.
Recently Kaepernick’s career had slumped to the point
that fans wondered what exactly he did to merit nearly $20 million in salary a
year — at about the same time he had paired up with an edgy Islamic-activist
girlfriend, Bay Area 97 DJ and MTV host Nessa Diab. She does a local radio show
emphasizing her country’s various sins.
Presto, Colin Kaepernick is now no longer just a near
has-been but is on the social-media barricades of Black Lives Matter — and
praised as a trail-blazing civil-rights warrior by no less than President
Barack Obama. He dons a Castro T-shirt, wears socks emblazoned with images of
the police as pigs, and refuses to stand during the national anthem and thereby
honor what he suddenly in his 28th year finds as an unfair, racist, and sinful
country not worthy of his standing respect. Kaepernick did almost everything
except make the argument that police shoot unarmed black men in percentages
that are disproportional to their share of those arrested; or explain why 12
percent of the population accounts for more than 50 percent of many categories
of violent crime; or why 93 percent of black homicide victims were killed by
fellow blacks; or why, in rare interracial crime, blacks commit violent crimes
against whites as at rates approaching eight to one, despite being a sixth of
the size of the so-called white population.
It is hard to know whether such cheap penance (the
multimillionaire under criticism has just belatedly promised to fund a charity)
reflects a cagey career move (to recapture former public attention now lost by
mediocre performance), or is a sort of preemptive deterrent to explain away his
possible dismissal as racially charged retribution, or is choreographed by his
new Lady Macbeth to transform himself from spoiled athlete into a cutting-edge
racial activist. Such cynicism is warranted because the water in which
Kaepernick for a while longer swims is rich, privileged, and dependent upon
lesser hoi polloi.
Lately, journalists – from the New York Times’s James Rutenberg to MSNBC’s Mika Brzezinski — are
climbing on the activist barricades as they vie to outdo each other in
denouncing Donald Trump, the more learned citing historical precedents that demand
they now must tragically shed any last vestige of their supposedly ingrained
impartiality.
Jorge Ramos — the Univision multimillionaire anchor whose
daughter works for Hillary Clinton’s campaign, who has lived in a Coconut Grove
gated community, who sent his kids to private schools, and who checked out of
Mexico when his free speech was threatened — has never been plausible as a
disinterested journalist or even as much of a grassroots activist. He has made
a career out of blasting his adoptive country as racist, xenophobic, and
nativist for wanting to enforce its border (now open) in a fashion that would
still be anemic in comparison with Mexico’s current immigration-enforcement
policies and its racist language about immigration enshrined in its constitution.
Ramos’s open-borders boutique activism is key to his
career (a closed border, along with legal, diverse, and measured immigration
would accelerate assimilation and reduce Univision’s Spanish-only audience to
1960s levels) and self-image, allowing him to square many circles: the Florida
multimillionaire as radical, open-border activist; the biased pseudo-journalist
who is suddenly and reluctantly forced to become a rank partisan in direct
opposition to his supposedly lifelong disinterested reporting; fury at Trump’s
crass language that compensates for his curious past silence about everything
from “typical white person” and “punish our enemies” to the racist
condescension uttered by the likes of Joe Biden and Harry Reid to the
Francoist-inspired La Raza nomenclature. With a few cheap utterances, Jorge
Ramos can do the work of a Clinton operative and yet playact as another William
L. Shirer warning us from prewar Berlin about the Nazi threat, or as Edward R.
Murrow of the 1950s taking on Joe McCarthy.
Hillary and Bill Clinton, on a trajectory to become our
versions of Juan and Eva Peron, became multimillionaires by peddling the
anomalies of what would otherwise have been a termed-out presidency. Unlike all
other presidential couples, the two could promise to reenter the White House
under Hillary’s auspices. In the interregnum, she would not be shy in selling
face time as secretary of state and president in waiting, while violating
intelligence and national-security protocols to shield her communications with
the Clinton Foundation’s quid pro quo profiteering.
A person from Mars who reviewed the long record of the
Clintons – from the young women who fell into the lair of Bill’s predation, to
the unapologetic greed from the 34-trillion-to-1 odds in Hillary’s
cattle-futures con, to “Chancellor Bill” of Laureate University as the highest
annually paid university head in education history, to the privileged lifestyle
of huge estates and private jets, (some of it fueled by ensuring the Clinton
Foundation would dispense only about 15 percent of its annual expenditures to
charities) — would size up the couple as grasping Gilded Age plutocrats whose
reactionary lifestyles reflected a lifelong counter-revolutionary
self-obsession.
But it is not so. Hillary now amplifies Black Lives
Matter (long forgotten is Bill’s racialist dismissal of a young Senator Obama).
She has gone from border enforcer to the left of Barack Obama on immigration
laxity, from Wall Street Journal free
trader to blue-collar protectionist. And the result is that the richer, the
more privileged, the more elitist, and more lawless the Clintons have become,
the more insatiable become their appetites — and the more their souls find
penance and are at peace.
What enrages the public about virtue-mongering is that,
according to the laws of their own value system, the elite sin and then fob
such failings off on others to find resolution. Kaepernick makes more in a
month than most Americans whom he insults will make in a lifetime; and most
Americans have never used the N-word to slur someone of color. Most Americans
do not get rich off overseas coal plants like the green Tom Steyer did, or dump
worthless cable channels to the Islamist and anti-Semitic Al Jazeera in order
to get rich from carbon-exporting Qatar, in the fashion of the
global-sermonizing Al Gore. None of us in the manner of the Clintons have
boarded a Lolita Express jet or tried to peddle diplomatic passports to the
wealthy and connected. I have never met an American who bought up all the homes
surrounding his own to redefine his neighborhood as did Mark Zuckerberg, who
derides walls and border enforcement for others. And yet we are lectured about
our social-awareness failings ad nauseam by these masters of the progressive
universe.
The Reformation — and Counter Reformation — mostly ended
the selling of penances. Only something similar will end our pathetic version,
perhaps when the public tunes out at the tired boilerplate of “racist,”
“sexist,” and “nativist”; or when we quit sending money to the “safe space,”
“trigger warning,” “micro-aggression” Ivy League; or we flip the channel when
NFL gladiators playact as robed philosophers; or we laugh off celebrity
activists as the new John D. Rockefellers tossing out a few of their shiny new
dimes.
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