John Derbyshire is a racist

There, I’ve said it. And it’s incredibly courageous of me to do so, at least by the standards of Bizarro World. That’s because all the people who rule us agree completely, and demand that you do also.

Derbyshire, a former writer for “National Review,” was awarded a Two Minutes Hate — and lost his job — for writing, among other things, that it’s not always a good idea to hang around in the same place as a large group of black people. It’s evil to say this because, apparently, it’s true.

The National Zoo, in comfortable, upper-middle-class Woodley Park in the Imperial Capital, hosts something called, ironically, “Family Day,” every Easter Monday, an event catering to the black community. Large numbers of black people attend. And sometimes people get shot or stabbed, just like at any large gathering of ordinary Americans. It happened for the third time in fourteen years this past Family Day, as gunshots rang out and two teenagers were hit.

The ironic thing is that Woodley Park is a stronghold of the same left-liberal goo-goo authoritarian establishment that consigned poor Derbyshire to pariah status for warning about this very problem. Most of the time, it’s a peaceful, lovely neighborhood.

Except for Family Day.

Blam, Blam!