….the more they stay the same.
We have talked ad nauseum about how black families, most often the bereaved mama, have a knack for immediately monetizing their tragedy when a black kid is killed/dies or commits a crime. Recent examples include Nolan Wells, the black kid that got drunk and drowned in Mississippi (The Ghetto Lottery!) and Karmelo Anthony (Murder Monkey Is Movin’ On Up). What I didn’t realize, but should have, is that this isn’t anything new. I discovered this while watching a recent video from American Renaissance featuring Jared Taylor talking about one of the early “martyrs” of the “Civil Rights” movement, Emmett Till…
Till was a 14 year old black kid that, depending on who you ask, either was murdered for no reason at all by Whites or was murdered by the husband of a White woman after he was sexually harassed/assaulted her. His story has become one of those legends of the “Civil Rights” race hustlers and you aren’t supposed to question it.
Jared eviscerates the ridiculous and over the top endless monuments and memorializing of Emmett Till but one part really stuck out for me. After his death, his corpse was displayed for 4 days in the Mississippi heat despite his face being grotesquely disfigured from his killing and time spent in a river.
Yikes. I can’t even imagine the smell.
Afterward his mama, Mamie Till Bradley went on a 33 city speaking tour where she was paid $100 per day plus expenses on a race grifting tour sponsored by the NAACP. That was a lot of money back in the 1950s. It wasn’t good enough for Mama Till and she kept making demands for more money until even the NAACP got tired of her grifting and accused her of “capitalizing on the death of her son”. She was replaced by her uncle Moses who was happy with his hunnerd dollah per day pay.
That is precisely what so many black women do even today. The over-the-top weeping and gnashing of teeth, the almost immediate presence of t-shirts with a (usually much younger) picture of their dead kid with angel wings. Ben Crump who flies in like a mildly retarded vulture to nod sadly and then start looking for a paycheck. Invariably there is a GoFundMe started to help the family with “expenses” even when, as is the case with Nolan Wells, all of the actual expenses are covered by celebrities leaving the bereaved family with ready cash for cars and luxury goods.
Since Emmett Till is the Proto-Good Boy Who Dindu Nuffin, it makes sense that his mama cashing in on his death would be the model for future mothers of Good Boys to follow.
Far be it from me to judge a grieving parent but on the other hand I do consider myself to be a somewhat accomplished Noticer of Naughty Patterns and I can’t help but notice here that for all of their performative grief, black mothers never miss a chance to get dat bag as the kids say before their child’s body is even cold.
As an amusing aside, the paper Jared Taylor references in his video, Grief Capital, Grief Activism: The Brief Life of Mamie Till Bradley’s NAACP Tour, by one Rhaisa Kameela Williams, is a comedic adventure to read, chock full of 2G pseudo-intellectual word salads and absolute babble that they no doubt think sounds incredibly profound. Here is a sample:
Performance, then, served as the vehicle not only to surface an interiority that evidenced authentic love and mourning but also to dispute that authenticity because it could be outwardly produced on demand. The tension from this intersection becomes more pronounced when we turn to the broader history of spectacle and gendered forms of Black [sic] suffering. The porousness of spectacle, bordering between benign amusement and serious provocation, makes it useful in varied contexts, from circus and freak shows to political agendas. Racial melodrama, for instance, is one genre that highlights all potential uses of spectacle.
The “porousness of spectacle”? The black “academic”, an oxymoron if ever there was one, loves to use Big White People Words but invariably they don’t use them correctly or in away that makes any sense at all and of course no one points this out to them because that would be White supremacy or something.
She was “responding” to what Thomas Jefferson had to say just a few lines earlier….
In Notes on the State of Virginia, Thomas Jefferson observed that grief for Black [sic] people was transient, signaling their emotional immaturity. Reflection was needed to adequately express grief, a mental capability he believed Black [sic] people lacked.
I will leave it to the reader to decide who is more accurately reflecting reality. You can probably guess I come down on the side of the guy on the $2 bill.
They kill Whites with impunity, cruelty, and focused malice. They kill their own for convenience or in temporary fits of anger. But should a White touch dey chirren, the whole universe is supposed to grieve . . . and pay.
A black mother or child is dead? I DON’T CARE.
A mestizo mother or child is dead? I DON’T CARE.
A merkan politician is dead? I DON’T CARE.
I prioritize my empathy and put White people first.
What kind of attitude is that! If an American poitician dies (unless it’s MTG or Massie) you should be joyfull!
Speaking of morbidly grifting blacks, Arthur, did Taylor cover how his uncle supposedly took out a huge life insurance policy on him before the murder–which he was likely behind: the theory goes that the white hurband just beat him up badly and then Uncle’s black accomplices killed him (either drowned him or just tossed his body in the river afterwards) and got a cut of the insurance payoff?
Speaking of morbidly grifting blacks, Arthur, did Taylor cover how his uncle supposedly took out a huge life insurance policy on him before the murder–which he was likely behind: the theory goes that the white hurband just beat him up badly and then Uncle’s black accomplices killed him (either drowned him or just tossed his body in the river afterwards) and got a cut of the insurance payoff?
Arthur, thank-you for linking to that video by Jared Taylor. He certainly has a way with words, he speaks the unvarnished truth, and he is highly entertaining at the same time, just imagine if that video were to be aired simultaneously on all of the prime time legacy news channels just one time. Just imagine the howls of outrage from all of the black race mongers and from all of the leftist White race-baiting cunts who hate themselves and all White men.
And then imagine a hard-headed interviewer in the style of Jesse Waters asking, nay, DEMANDING that they explain exactly, precisely which parts of the video are untrue. And then imagine millions upon millions of Americans in that moment actually becoming educated and informed, at least on this one small topic.
I know, I know, such a thing can never and will never happen in these former United States of America. But one can dream…..
Jesse Waters? Would that segment be followed by him having on a “true conservative black” in order to promote DR3?
Well, Waters was the only one I could think of on the spur of the moment. I’m sure there are several others who would be much better.
3/5 human, at best
Beast of the fields…
I’m surprised they haven’t borrowed the no questioning mantra from Hymie.
Uncle Adi says you should meet his auntie semitism.
Nagger Hatin Racist America is one I used to LOL when the drag race was in town.
Coming up next month and always the end of summer as a lil’ shaver.
I bemusedly asked WorldWideWeb for a definition:
* *The POROUSNESS OF SPECTACLE describes the way cultural/political displays are unstable, leaky, and open to outside influence rather than…closed systems.”
Apparently, these political/cultural displays require “…porous optical glasses…”
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And also apparently, we use optical glasses instead of, say, shot glasses.
Thanks for clarifying, WorldWideWeb!
Nice looking Americanized brownie, Doctor Quin’Nita Cobbins-Modica (I am not making this up) — professor of Americanized Afrikans Contributions To Northern European Heritage Civilization (what else would she teach) — explains the preferred pronunciation of one example of inner-city slum-trash creativity in naming their offspring:
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http://www.facebook.com/reel/1494212184375366
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Unfortunately, Professor Doctor has the typical inner-city slum-trash speech impediment.
So sad.
Jefferson was right. Grief doesn’t necessarily hit you immediately. It shows up at odd, unexpected times, often years later. Dramatic displays immediately following death are kinda sus.
The fact that his cousins fled in terror over what he said and the women needed to retrieve a pistol to protect herself tells me Emmet was a pos. He was destined to end up dead.
And they certainly don’t want you to know that several of the people that “took care of” Till were black.
The performative faux-grief is nauseatingly predictable at this point. In death, the apes feign a kind of concern they were never capable of in life. If they’d been even remotely invested in their spawns survival, I might have a little empathy for them. They aren’t and I don’t.