What the hell is this crap? Honestly, just when you thought the Left couldn’t get more insufferable—they do. Since the Obama era the lurch toward a rigid system of identity politics has manifested into a quasi-apartheid push, with progressives pushing segregated dorms, safe spaces, and now it seems that even friendships might have to be segregated, or at least for this college professor who says he will teach his sons to be distrustful of white people. Ekow N. Yankah, who teaches at the Benjamin N. Cardozo School of Law at Yeshiva University in New York, says that people of color cannot be friends with white people:
It is impossible to convey the mixture of heartbreak and fear I feel for him. Donald Trump’s election has made it clear that I will teach my boys the lesson generations old, one that I for the most part nearly escaped. I will teach them to be cautious, I will teach them suspicion, and I will teach them distrust. Much sooner than I thought I would, I will have to discuss with my boys whether they can truly be friends with white people.
Meaningful friendship is not just a feeling. It is not simply being able to share a beer. Real friendship is impossible without the ability to trust others, without knowing that your well-being is important to them. The desire to create, maintain or wield power over others destroys the possibility of friendship. The Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.’s famous dream of black and white children holding hands was a dream precisely because he realized that in Alabama, conditions of dominance made real friendship between white and black people impossible.
History has provided little reason for people of color to trust white people in this way, and these recent months have put in the starkest relief the contempt with which the country measures the value of racial minorities. America is transfixed on the opioid epidemic among white Americans (who often get hooked after being overprescribed painkillers — while studies show that doctors underprescribe pain medication for African-Americans). But when black lives were struck by addiction, we cordoned off minority communities with the police and threw away an entire generation of black and Hispanic men.
Let me assure you that my heartbreak dwarfs my anger. I grew up in a classic Midwestern college town. With all its American faults, it was a diverse and happy-childhood kind of place, slightly dull in the way that parents wish for their children. If race showed in class lines, school cliques and being pulled over more often, our little Americana lacked the deep racial tension and mistrust that seem so hard to escape now.
What’s surprising is that I am heartbroken at all. It is only for African-Americans who grew up in such a place that watching Mr. Trump is so disorienting. For many weary minorities, the ridiculous thing was thinking friendship was possible in the first place. It hurts only if you believed friendship could bridge the racial gorge.
I do not write this with liberal condescension or glee. My heart is unbearably heavy when I assure you we cannot be friends.
What in the fresh hell is this? All of this just because Hillary Clinton lost the 2016 election? Donald Trump’s win isn’t a race-based theory, folks. It’s what happens when a candidate has a message and the other one does not. This is what happens when Democrats nominate someone who is literally despised more and distrusted more than the other guy. The irony here is that for all the liberal nonsense about Donald Trump pitching a dark view of America in his speeches, this op-ed is actually an embodiment of it. We can’t be friends with certain people because of their skin color, and because that skin color breeds distrust or something. You cannot hold certain views, think a certain way, or live your life in a certain way because of your skin color. That’s anti-American. Any citizen here can be a Republican, Democrat, liberal, conservative, communist (if you wish), LGBT, Catholic, Protestant, Muslim, or Jewish. You can marry whomever you like. You can love whomever you like. For some people, they love objects. Very odd-yes—but this is a free country. Granted, it’s all within reason as well. Yes, looking at you, transracial people. No, white people cannot be Korean and Koreans aren’t white people (unless you watch this very, very bad James Bond movie).