“The Rev. Jean-Maryce Mbemba-Moussosso, a Bantu and the parish priest in Enyellé, didn’t mask his surprise when Bokodi entered his office with a Western reporter.
‘You’re a Pygmy?’ the Catholic priest asked Bokodi, staring at his clean button-down shirt and slacks.
‘I’m an indigenous person,’ Bokodi said quietly.
‘You mean a Pygmy?’
‘An indigenous person,’ he repeated.
‘You’re a Pygmy and you speak French?’
Bokodi’s jaw clenched, but his voice remained timid. ‘Yes.’
The priest’s eyes then dropped to Bokodi’s hand.
‘A Pygmy with a telephone?’
Finally, Bokodi exploded. ‘What do you mean by that question?’
The priest rolled his eyes and changed the subject.
No matter how hard he struggles, it seems, Bokodi will never be accepted as the Bantus’ equal. But that doesn’t stop him from trying.”
“For the infantile moaners, it’s always about manufacturing outrage over ‘unfairness,’ but never about acknowledging the instances that disprove bias. The Oregon standoff could end in a government-perpetrated massacre tomorrow, and leftists would still maintain that the white occupiers were treated preferentially because they weren’t immolated on day one. This is the main reason to ignore the career complainers who whine endlessly about ‘it’s not fair.’ Nothing will ever satisfy them, no action will ever appease them. So it’s not worth trying.”
Reflecting on the legacy of ‘The Bell Curve’, what stands out to you?
“I’m not going to try to give you a balanced answer to that question, but take it in the spirit you asked it—the thing that stands out in my own mind, even though it may not be the most important. I first expressed it in the Afterword I wrote for the softcover edition of ‘The Bell Curve’. It is this: The reaction to ‘The Bell Curve’ exposed a profound corruption of the social sciences that has prevailed since the 1960s. ‘The Bell Curve’ is a relentlessly moderate book — both in its use of evidence and in its tone — and yet it was excoriated in remarkably personal and vicious ways, sometimes by eminent academicians who knew very well they were lying. Why? Because the social sciences have been in the grip of a political orthodoxy that has had only the most tenuous connection with empirical reality, and too many social scientists think that threats to the orthodoxy should be suppressed by any means necessary. Corruption is the only word for it.
Now that I’ve said that, I’m also thinking of all the other social scientists who have come up to me over the years and told me what a wonderful book ‘The Bell Curve’ is. But they never said it publicly. So corruption is one thing that ails the social sciences. Cowardice is another.”
“Does anyone find it odd how the media can use Europe, or Japan for that matter, as either a positive or a negative depending upon which buttons they are wanting to push on the American people?
For example, when they want Americans to meekly accept immigration, they give us these articles about a ‘dying Japan’ or a ‘Europe that can’t get up’. Immigration is presented as a solution, and while Japan accepts none and Europe can’t or won’t assimilate them, good old America just keeps on taking ‘em in, thus our economy is performing better than theirs.
But when the media wants to squash any sentiment against small government, or gun ownership, etc., they paint a picture of a wealthy Japan or EU with their minuscule murder rates, generous national health care systems, workers compensation, unemployment benefits, maternity leaves, etc., etc. Why the streets and infrastructure in those nations are gleaming, modern marvels compared to the crumbling structures in America. If only we’d tax ourselves like those guys.”
Los Angeles in the 90s was an interesting place, it had everything we have now but bigger and better. Their Hip Hop stars were more controversial and their race riots lasted longer and destroyed more businesses. Paradise it was not, but Los Angelenos remember that time fondly. Deep-voiced DJ Theo had a successful radio show on LA’s 92.3 The Beat and the station hit #1 in the ratings multiple times.
LA is known for its large Black population and its large Asian population. The Beat had the slogan “No Color Lines”. Theodore Mizuhara was an American sansei (a third-generation Japanese-American) and his ethnicity was kept a secret for his first year of broadcasting. As a DJ on an Urban Contemporary station, his deep voice led most to assume he was black. The legend goes that his position became untenable once it got out that smooth DJ Theo was an Asian.
I cannot find anything to say that this is either true or untrue. What I do know is that DJ Theo had a massively successful Hip Hop show in a place where, considering all the homegrown talent, listeners tend to be more discerning with that genre. I can find references to him being added to the lineup “quietly” at 93.5 KDAY in Redondo Beach and also, from 2001, at 106.1 KMEL in San Francisco, but that seems to have been short-lived. Since he lost or gave up his show on 92.3 The Beat, DJ Theo has sunk to complete obscurity. Some digging reveals an address on Mulholland Drive, which could mean he still lives among most of his fans.
Dom Kennedy raps “What happen to The Beat? Damn I miss Theo” in 2011 and there are many people asking what happened to DJ Theo on abandoned fora and sites like Yelp. DJ Theo certainly has not been forgotten.
When I was about 17, I had a conversation with a couple of friends from my old school. I was at university at the time but one of the two was still at my old school and one had left and was at another school. As it’s an old British school, my school had a house system. It’s not very strong and I was never into athletics while I was there. I never won anything for my house as far as I can recall. Both friends were similarly uninterested in such things. We discussed the houses we’re in. One said to the other that he didn’t seem like a member of that house. She wasn’t a particularly observant girl, but she hit on something that had percolated in my mind for ten years at that point: there are differences between the members of the houses. It’s indescribable.
It’s not that Streetonites are athletic and Napierites are academic, or whatever it is that the previous generation claims based on the Sports Day results of their era. It is way more subtle and unimportant than that. Affinity for your group is one thing, but it’s quite another to have a gut instict for identifying the houses of people who largely had no say in which of the four houses they were arbitrarily assigned to. And yet, somehow, this is a widespread phenomenon (if I may extrapolate from my sample size of three).
We discussed a few people we knew and which houses they were in with similar comments popping up occasionally. All three of us had this concept that someone could seem like a member of one of the houses as a result of no describable thing.
There is legitimately no good way these differences between the members of the houses and commonalities between members of the same house could have come about. At boarding schools, which have literal houses in which the children live, obviously there are ways and reasons, but at this day school, how?
I grew up partially in Amington, Tamworth, Staffordshire, which is in the English Midlands. As a Midlander, I don’t really have a dog in the North-South fight. Southerners would like to think I’m from the North, but geography rather undermines this binary perception of England. Scots aren’t thought of as Northern, even though they’re even further North than Northerners. The East and West of England as well as Northern Ireland and Wales are also not really involved in it.
Despite all of this, I recently looked at the website of a small company which had a dozen staff portraits on its front page. I immediately took a dislike to the company because they looked like Southerners.
Southerners, despite what a Yorkshire lad may tell you, are largely not of a different race to people from the North. I can form no coherent explanation why I would perceive these innocent souls as Southerners simply because of the way their faces looked in sterile corporate headshots.
Many of my favourite people are Southerners and I have had no personally negative experience with a Southerner. Although my English ancestors are largely from Lancashire (including parts which are now Manchester) with one significant branch around Halifax, Yorkshire, I have never lived in the North. Nor has anyone ever described me as a Northerner, even as a joke (although I have been accused of being Southern numerous times). Nor can I seriously say anything against Southerners. Although I may be able to half-remember a joke or two, or even complain about the London-centric media we have with even the formerly Manchester-based Guardian now publishing the kind of articles that only make sense if you have a dim Londoner’s typical big-city solipsism. But I digress.
Nearly all of England is lovely, as is true of most European countries (trust me, I’ve been to half of them), so why would I have anything against a company because their staff apparently look Southern to me somehow? Prejudice is a strange thing.
“… I’ve walked past car after car with Cuban, Puerto Rican and other flags hanging from rear view mirrors as I made my way into the mall and once inside saw all the people who love those countries so much that they left them to live in suburban Florida.”
“Since race is merely an idea—a pinch of invisible magical dust held lightly between the thumb and forefinger—I can close my eyes, wiggle my nose, click my heels, and reconstruct myself as a black man of pure dark-chocolate 100% swampy sub-Saharan ancestry, and I don’t care if you like it or not. No, actually, I do care if you like it—in other words, I will MAKE you like it. And since none of you will be able to find my black parents, I will also register as an orphan, depending on whether I qualify for government assistance based on that status. I would think that being a poor black orphan would be worth—what?—at least $500 combined monthly from local agencies and President Obama’s personal stash? I can be whatever I want to be, and you can’t stop me, and that’s my right, and I’ll take it all the way to the Supreme Court, so don’t push me, or I will call you a hater and get you fired from your job.”
“The estimates I’ve seen regarding what the net value of black American slaves in 1860 would translate to in current dollars range from $1.75 trillion to $10 trillion. Writing in Forbes, some white guy reckons America’s net wealth is somewhere around $80 trillion, adding that ‘Even if slavery reparations are righteously due they would amount to around and about the current cost of food stamps.’ Since total American annual welfare spending is now around $1 trillion, and since the country has spent trillions in welfare since the 1950s, and since blacks chew up a disproportionate amount of welfare expenditures, it’s possible that the ‘reparations’ may have already been paid—with interest, even.”
“Why are Nigerians among the most successful Americans? What privilege did they have? What privilege did Koreans have to make such success in one generation?”