This weekend, this video was released showing students, both men and women, excitedly chanting this:
“There will never be a n*gg*r in SAE.
There will never be a n*gg*r in SAE.
You can hang him from a tree, but he can never sign with me
There will never be a n*gg*r in SAE.”
Here's the same chant, but filmed from a different angle. Notice the young man in the tux telling the person filming it to stop at the end. Notice the excitement? The joy? The fun of it all? Surely you don't believe they came up with that chant right then on the spot do you?
Of course not. In fact, 27 days ago, people on Reddit were talking about this exact same chant, and stating that it was a required chant to enter the SAE fraternity at the University of Texas. Before this controversy at the University of Oklahoma ever existed, here is how it was recounted in Texas,
For SAE context a few buddies of mine told me their favorite song to sing went-
"There will never be a n*gg*r SAE, there will never be a n*gg*r SAE, Abe set 'em free but they'll never pledge with me, there will never be a n*gg*r SAE."
But even before this, SAE had demonstrated
a history of racism across the country.
So, what we are talking about here is not some isolated, freestyle racism made up on the go by a group of hateful Mississippi rednecks. This chant has real roots in this fraternity. These are college students, in tuxedos, on their way to corporate America, declaring not only the racial segregation of their fraternity, but their outright hatred for African Americans.
Giddy happiness, by whites, at black pain and misery isn't a new thing. It's old, very old. Seeing these young people, with such fun fervor, talk about "lynching n*gg*rs from trees" has roots. In fact, you'd be hard-pressed to find lynching photos of African Americans without smiling white faces.
The night after their sickening video of their lynching chant was released, a fraternity member defiantly put a Confederate flag in his window—in spite of the reality that Oklahoma was not in the confederacy.
This wasn't painful for whites, it was a damn celebration. Bring the kids, bring your girlfriend, smell the death in the air, strike a pose, and take a photo of this joyous occasion. If you can stand it, you will find an overwhelmingly happy face in every one of the following photos below.
Why are they smiling? What's making this moment so special for them? I propose to you that what made the same men and women in these photos below so damn happy is the same spirit that makes college students chanting about doing it feel so great about life.
For a moment, in the most carnal way possible, the deep misery of another reminds them of just how privileged they are—and it feels good.
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