3-11-15 Jack Cashill
BOYS IN THE HOODIES
Exclusive: Jack Cashill sees 'grievance industry' at work after latest police shooting
It was while watching the absurdly predictable fallout from the fatal shooting of 19-year-old Tony Robinson – the 6-foot-5-inch “teddy bear” – that I recalled where I was when I first heard the term “politically correct.”
It was, of course, in Madison, Wisconsin, the site of the Robinson shooting. I was visiting a friend there about 25 years ago. I remember because I wrote an essay about the experience that served as the title for my 1991 book of essays, “Snake-Handling in Mid-America.”
As I noted at the time, the University of Wisconsin in Madison had recently prohibited “expressive behavior directed at individuals and intended to demean,” thus effectively banning all humor.
My host, a reasonably sane liberal, joked that the zeitgeist of the whole town was “politically correct,” a new phrase to me but a nicely descriptive one. I soon got to see the phenomenon in action when I made a positive comment in passing about an Eddie Murphy movie.
My host’s college-age daughter, I wrote at the time, “shot me a withering look and informed me tersely that Eddie Murphy was a known ‘homophobe.’”
I sensed even then that if a popular black man was expected to wear the scarlet H for homophobia in Madison, the progressive tent could never be big enough to house all of its peevish sub-cults.
Imagine, for instance, the dust-up coming when the enemies of sexism and homophobia and the friends of Islam try to hammer out a multicultural Ten Commandments. Heads just might roll. Literally.
Madison is in store for a dust-up of its own. No local act of PC atonement will quiet the perverse national furor stirred by the phony racial narratives out of Ferguson and Sanford, Florida. All such efforts, in fact, will only leave the mob demanding more.
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