AH, DIVERSITY!
Isn't Diversity! a grand thing? In the past, right thinkers exorted us to look past skin color to understand the content of our fellow man's (and woman's) character, their ideals, the things they hold dear. Such a noble thought. Had we acted on it and stuck to it, we'd be a much better world today. That kind of diversity was right and just.Today, in the name of Diversity! we're told to look past all that character stuff and judge each other solely on the basis of race, and to prefer some races over others. Ok, one. Non-white, non-male, you're fine. Jayson Blair prospered at the New York Times, we're told, for his gregarious back-slapping, for his relationship to the bosses, for his go get 'em work ethic. But we know that's a lie: Mr. Blair prospered because the Times is committed to "Diversity!" But not a true Diversity!, which would include things like ideas and such, but one of skin color. He's black. He fit a check-box on an EEO form. His presence asuaged some old guilt in the boss' heart. And the bosses liked him personally. Though Mr. Blair had a record of awful reporting and hadn't actually even earned a bachelors degree, he got promotion after promotion, promoted to the point where his shoddiness and outright fabrications would take his paper to new depths.
Diversity! Ain't it beautiful!
Elsewhere on the Diversity! front, critically examining Islam in this country can get you accused of all sorts of things. Crusading, racism, genocide, whatever. In the name of Diversity! we can't wonder aloud why, in just about every Islamic run country on earth, Christians and Jews are nearly extinct. Or enslaved. We can't wonder why so many of their educated young men want to come over here and kill us while we work, play and live. We can't examine the true depths of the danger we face, in violation of Sun Tsu's most basic maxim to know thy enemy. Can't do it. Diversity! puts the blinkers on.
Diversity! Roll your head back and breathe it in, folks. You might catch a whiff of smoke and gunpowder, but pay it no mind. Ignore the body parts strewn about the pizza parlor. Don't listen to that ticking either, and for heaven's sake don't make eye contact with the guy clutching the little box-knife two lines over as you wait at the airline passenger terminal. Diversity! instructs you to just open your purse, take off your shoes, let the screener pat you and wand you even though you're an 80 year old grandmother of 5 from Fire Island. As they wave creepy knife guy through.
But if Diversity! didn't have such a grip on our minds, we might actually take a look at the folks who keep sending killers our way. What would we find? Diversity! doesn't permit me to say much, so I'll just offer up a link to this story. Read it. Judge for yourself. Do the tales of slavery, mutiliation, institutionalized pedophilia and murder leave you with a bitter taste in your mouth?
My friend, you have to ignore it. All of it. Diversity! demands that you do.