Only a couple of days after Michelle Obama told People magazine that she had encountered “racism” at Target when asked by an innocent bystander to take something off the shelves, Salon’s Brittney Cooper has stretched the definition of racism to its absolute breaking point.
Recounting her “nightmarish” journey into New York on public transit, Cooper relays the harrowing story of how she became the victim of white entitlement. Sitting on the train, ears plugged with headphones, with her carry-on bag taking up the seat next to her, Cooper was astonished when she “suddenly saw a white hand shoving my work carry-on toward me.” Instantly enraged when she saw that the white hand belonged to a white man, Cooper directed him: “Never put your hands on my property.”
With a response that I can only describe as greatly restrained, the white man in question told her, “Well, you should listen when I talk to you.” That wasn’t acceptably contrite for Cooper, of course, and she chalks up the man’s actions as those of a racist. More than that, she determined that it “encapsulates the breadth of the battle against racism we have to fight in this country.”
Cooper anticipates the argument that she is overreacting to “one jerk on the train,” though she doesn’t seem to make room for the possibility that she is that jerk. In defending her position, she reminds us that “the civil rights movement was catalyzed by a squabble over a seat on a bus.” Yeah…she went there. And though she quickly dispels the notion that she’s a modern-day Rosa Parks, that’s not the kind of comparison you can make and then backtrack from. I’ve no doubt in my mind that she sees her 2014 Train Incident as part of the same struggle.
In closing up her rambling discourse, Cooper says that she kinda/sorta misses the old days when white people were more forthcoming in their racism. Today, she thinks, she has to spend most of her time convincing white people “that things are racial to begin with.”
I’ll bet she does. In that struggle, she joins the far-left feminists (a club to which she likely already claims membership) in redefining the world’s words and actions so that every minority is in a state of constant oppression. No one is lynching black people in 2014, there are no segregated water fountains, and a black man is in the White House. Therefore, this social justice movement that has gained so much traction on websites like Salon has to find new kinds of racism to decry.
Don’t like Obama? Racist.
Painted your face black for a “blackout” football game? Racist.
Used the word “thug?” Racist.
Didn’t feel like being polite about it when a self-obsessed, arrogant woman with Beats headphones wrapped around her head took up two seats on a packed train? Why, of course that’s racist!
Whenever one of these social justice warriors is confronted with how much better America is for minorities today, they always have the same response: we’ve still got a long way to go. But, maybe we don’t. Maybe things are about as good as they’re going to get. Maybe once we’re down to incidents like the one Cooper got so worked up about, the movement has run out of gas. Because no matter how many articles you write or how many words you make off-limits, you can’t magically make racism disappear. The country – nay, the world – will never be perfect. And judging by the kinds of things these SJWs say, their idea of a perfect world would probably be a real drag.