Monday, September 8, 2014

Please don't offend the rapists

The idea of discrediting political correctness as dangerous intellectual fraud is gratifying in theory, but in Rotherham, England, the cost of exposing the folly of enforced groupthink was so horrible that it's something to be lamented rather than celebrated. For the better part of two decades, police and politicians turned a blind eye to the systematic rape of an estimated 1400 adolescent girls because the crimes were being perpetrated by gangs of immigrant Pakistani Muslims, and the authorities were afraid of being labelled as racist. Community leaders, social workers and seasoned police professionals made a conscious, collective decision to portray sexually and psychologically exploited teenaged girls as promiscuous white trash instead of investigating and prosecuting predatory criminals from a culture where the degradation of women and girls is the entrenched societal norm. Multicultural harmony is a noble ideal, but not something to be valued over the innocence of one child, let alone 1400 of them.

Speaking of white liberal guilt, Atlanta Hawks owner Bruce Levenson is selling his controlling interest in the NBA team after outing himself for a private e-mail in which he pondered ways of improving season ticket sales to the affluent white demographic. Never mind that Levenson was musing as a businessman about sociological factors that affect his business and said nothing hateful or bigoted towards blacks. So spooked was Levenson by the self-appointed thought police that he went public before the e-mail could be leaked, no doubt hoping to minimize the damage to his reputation. No such luck. Levenson is being widely pilloried in both social and mainstream media for a "racist" e-mail that wasn't subtle but doesn't even come close to meeting the definition of racist.

Anyone who complained about the CF-18s buzzing Molson Stadium yesterday should be grateful to live in a place where military jets do ceremonial fly-pasts at football games and don't drop precision smart bombs down chimneys.

I try to accept life on life's terms and not burden myself the unnecessary emotional baggage that comes with resenting someone else's success, but when Eugenie Bouchard catches not one but two foul balls at a Yankees game, my faith and forbearance are sorely tested.

If you're at the Toronto International Film Festival and you bump into Kevin Coster, tell him Mandy Patinkin called. He wants his beard back.