Nomination ceremonies in D.C., which often feature a lot of
self-congratulatory nothingness and faux-jocular grabass, are
kind of like end-of-the-year celebrations for Little League teams
that finish in last place. The more meaningless high public life
in America becomes, the “prouder” the Sotomayors are to join it.
If only my tool-and-die working Puerto Rican father with a
third-grade education could see me now!
Why? He might have been disappointed. The PC America created by a
degenerate and delusional white liberal elite is actually worse
than her father’s neighborhood. She is not “up” from the Bronx
but down from it.
She received there, it appears, a good education from Cardinal
Spellman High School, or at least a more solid education than the
one pampered white children of liberal privilege receive at posh
day schools where they call teachers by their first names and
learn how to put condoms on bananas.
On her “journey” Sotomayor has insisted that she is still Sonia
from the block — that she hopes “a wise Latina woman with the
richness of her experience would more often than not reach a
better conclusion than a white male who hasn’t lived that life.”
But where did she learn that corrupt notion? Not in the Bronx of
her youth, but at Princeton and Yale after it. She had to enter
into the corruption of those largely white liberal enclaves
before saying something that unfair and stupid.
Moreover, which “experience” will she be applying to her rulings?
The exposure to common sense in the Bronx as a “victim”? Or the
suspension of it she absorbed at Ivy League schools as a
beneficiary of that bogus status? For all the powerful “personal
narrative” nonsense we’ve heard in the last few days, the latter
elitist experience is more likely to shape her decisions than the
former hardscrabble one.
The Broders and Dionnes are oohing and ahhing over Sotomayor’s
“moderation.” But she has good reason to strike a soft tone: she
knows, like Obama, that she is not a “victim” in any real sense
of the word, but rather a lucky winner in liberal America’s
contrived suffering sweepstakes. What exactly is there to be mad
about when you are parachuted into Princeton?
And it is this apparent “moderation” which makes Obama,
Sotomayor, and company so dangerous: Out of gratitude for a life
of good fortune they head-fake to the center, before moving hard
to the left out of guilt.
White liberal America lets its lottery winners know in one way or
another when the taxes have come due. Take this little resentful
rumbling in the Washington Post on Thursday:
“I don’t know what her position is on the core constitutional
protection of Roe v. Wade,” said Nancy Northup,
president of the Center for Reproductive Rights, adding: “I
will be nervous if the Senate doesn’t get answers to that
question.”
And then there was this choice piece of John Roberts-bashing in
E.J. Dionne’s
column, which gave off a strong whiff of fashionable, but no
less rancid, reverse racism and conveyed white liberal America’s
expectations for Sotomayor:
[Obama] was drawn to her not simply because the politics of
naming the first Latina justice were irresistible, but also
because he saw her as the precise opposite of Chief Justice
John Roberts…He hopes that Sotomayor will be the anti-Roberts,
a person whose experience growing up in the projects of the
South Bronx will allow her to see life and the quest for
justice in a way Roberts never will.
Take that, John Roberts. How dare you be born white, rich, and
resistant to political correctness.
Would that Sotomayor did look at America today from the
perspective of the South Bronx; unfortunately it appears she
looks at it from the perspective of PC Princeton and Yale, and
maybe in time Bethesda, if she can purchase a mansion near E.J.
Dionne’s.
