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.
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