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Fellow Americans,
Please know: I am black; I grew up in the segregated South. I did not vote
for Barack Obama; I wrote in Ron Paul's name as my choice for president. Most
importantly, I am not race conscious. I do not require a black president to know
that I am a person of worth, and that life is worth living. I do not require
a black president to love the ideal of America.
I cannot join you in your celebration. I feel no elation. There is no
smile on my face. I am not jumping with joy. There are no tears of triumph in
my eyes. For such emotions and behavior to come from me, I would have to deny
all that I know about the requirements of human flourishing and survival -
all that I know about the history of the United States of America, all
that I know about American race relations, and all that I know about Barack
Obama as a politician. I would have to deny the nature of the
"change" that Obama asserts has come to America. Most importantly, I
would have to abnegate my certain understanding that you have chosen to
sprint down the road to serfdom that we have been on for over a century. I
would have to pretend that individual liberty has no value for the success of
a human life. I would have to evade your rejection of the slender reed of
capitalism on which your success and mine depend. I would have to think it
somehow rational that 94 percent of the 12 million blacks in this country
voted for a man because he looks like them (that blacks are permitted to play
the race card), and that they were joined by self-declared
"progressive" whites who voted for him because he doesn't look like
them. I would have to be wipe my mind clean of all
that I know about the kind of people who have advised and taught Barack Obama
and will fill posts in his administration - political intellectuals like my
former colleagues at the Harvard
University's Kennedy
School of Government.
I would have to believe that "fairness" is equivalent of
justice. I would have to believe that man who asks me to "go forward in
a new spirit of service, in a new service of sacrifice" is speaking in
my interest. I would have to accept the premise of a man that economic
prosperity comes from the "bottom up," and who arrogantly believes
that he can will it into existence by the use of government force. I would
have to admire a man who thinks the standard of living of the masses can be
improved by destroying the most productive and the generators of wealth.
Finally, Americans, I would have to erase from my consciousness the scene
of 125,000 screaming, crying, cheering people in Grant Park, Chicago irrationally chanting "Yes We
Can!" Finally, I would have to wipe all memory of all the times I have
heard politicians, pundits, journalists, editorialists, bloggers and
intellectuals declare that capitalism is dead - and no one, including
especially Alan Greenspan, objected to their assumption that the particular
version of the anti-capitalistic mentality that they want to replace with
their own version of anti-capitalism is anything remotely equivalent to capitalism.
So you have made history, Americans. You and your children have elected a
black man to the office of the president of the United States, the wounded giant
of the world. The battle between John Wayne and Jane Fonda is over - and that
Fonda won. Eugene McCarthy and George McGovern must be very happy men. Jimmie
Carter, too. And the Kennedys have at last gotten their Kennedy look-a-like.
The self-righteous welfare statists in the suburbs can feel warm moments of
satisfaction for having elected a black person. So, toast yourselves: 60s
countercultural radicals, 80s yuppies and 90s bourgeois bohemians. Toast
yourselves, Black America. Shout your glee Harvard, Princeton,
Yale, Duke, Stanford, and Berkeley. You have elected not an individual who is
qualified to be president, but a black man who, like the pragmatist Franklin
Roosevelt, promises to - Do Something! You now have someone who has picked up
the baton of Lyndon Johnson's Great Society. But you have also foolishly
traded your freedom and mine - what little there is left - for the chance to
feel good. There is nothing in me that can share your happy obliviousness.
November 6, 2008
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