Black people, you have a cancer. It's an ugly tumorous growth that preys on the body politic, making it weak and sickly. It is a cancer of your own making, and in the end it could destroy us all.
But don't worry. I, Whitey Republican, am going to cut that sucker right outta ya!
[...]there is a cancer on Black America.
Well, we are about to cut it out. The occasion of Obama's inevitable nomination makes the long needed operation imminent. And while we operate on blacks, we will finally have that conversation on race that Bill Clinton so craved yet saw within 25 minutes of the convening of the conference that no honest dialogue could be had since any white getting too close to the truth would be deemed a racist.
The occasion for this proposition, which is currently the number one diary at RedState, was Michael Steele's appearance on Hannity and Colmes, where he passed on a chance to condemn blacks who worked with or supported the efforts of Louis Farrakhan.
Now, I'm a confessed whitey myself, and I make so bold as to go along with Barack Obama and Michael Steele in saying that Louis Farrakhan's anti-semitic rhetoric is a damnable bit of racism that can fairly be criticized by all. But I'm not prepared to go much further than that.
If I had an opinion about black people who honor Farrakhan's work, I might just keep that to myself, or share it privately with friends. I can say with near certainty, however, that I don't perceive association with L.F. as a "cancer on Black America". And, if I did? I think I'd be stepping away from the operating table and letting Black America choose its own surgical staff.
I don't know what else to say. The only thing that occurs to me is this: There is a cancer on white America, and I think it's time we start calling around to some trustworthy oncologists.