Flannery O’Connor Update: Everything That Rises Must Converge (1963)
Mitt Romney’s speech at the NAACP invoked images of my stepbrother: a black man lost, misguided and crashing to earth at breakneck speed. Poor blacks are a permanent chapter of the American story. The majority must be subsidized and this will never change. Most whites understand the undying support blacks show for Obama. Obama is half-black (full blacks never forget this), he’s a Democrat and he shoots hoops. What they overlook is that he’s heartless. Poor blacks are necessary evils in politics and Obama loathes them. Mitt Romney would never say this aloud; he probably doesn’t realize it himself. Romney’s black intuition is zero to none.
The masters of these poor blacks comprise the NAACP: union members, Democratic operatives and university types. Essentially they’re black plantation owners demanding tax payers fund their operations. Healthcare and food stamps are a given…birth control and abortion should be Constitutional rights. It’s an old story: ethnic elites thriving off the misery of their lowers is ancient. Last week these modern chieftains greeted Mitt Romney with boos. They understand that white men must grovel in their presence. Terrified of a slip-up or bad press, Romney never questioned their extortion. The audience smelled white blood and pounced. Another Republican cracker taken down in the name of tolerance.
A minuscule shift in black turnout for Republicans would spell electoral victory. Had my brother not been hobbled by the welfare state, his life might have been productive. We grew up separately and he was totally immersed in the black world. The only white contact was my mother. He grew accustomed to constant cries for welfare and other payouts. Black leaders built his ghetto rat schools and graduated dropouts. His neighborhoods were kept poor and bitter; most envied and resented whites. Romney could seize this as a new issue. As the boos died down, he should’ve shouted: “The destruction of the black race stops today. When elected president, the rape of the black community ends on my watch!” Stunned silence would fill the auditorium. A white man had called out the African chieftains. Their slaves must be set free.
The destruction of Mitt Romney would then commence. Good white liberals would enter battle mode and newspaper editors called to duty. Network news rooms would buzz with racial injustice. Liberals understand that Republicans are racial cowards; Romney’s brave new world could be easily crushed. He’d beg forgiveness and make the morning show rounds. He might even cry. No doubt he’d cry.
Romney could never challenge NAACP orthodoxy so the point is moot. As Massachusetts governor, he continued the tradition of Boston blacks stacked into ghettos, forever controlled by union Democrats. Swaying blacks to Republican ideals was just too hard. If public schools promised welfare and dependency, so be it. Romney knew his place. To be proactive would mean criticizing blacks in general. The urban perpetrators of violent crime must be called out. Aimless black males fathering untold children by multiple women could not continue. Romney could never muster the courage. Republicans equal the Klan and no counsel may be offered.
If I were Romney, lying in bed and obsessing over victory, I’d find it hard to accept that this voting block was unreachable. Or that I could do nothing but watch their families and neighborhoods collapse. For a cold fish like Romney, this fire could never burn in his belly. The NAACP will have the last word. But for someone playing to win, peeling off two percent of black voters is possible. My stepbrother isn’t the only decent man destroyed by Democrats. Millions of them exist. If the white man carries the message of prosperity into their lives, enough would listen. But it ain’t happening.
Romney hating life:
The NAACP’s annual convention took place in Houston. I’ve lived in Houston and have been to the Third Ward, Houston’s traditional black neighborhood. Due to the NAACP’s and Democratic efforts, the Third Ward shows signs of revival in 2012.