Rupert Murdoch doesn’t need me to defend him but I’m going to anyway.
He owns Twentieth Century Fox, World News Corp, The Times, Fox News Channel, Wall Street Journal, (Ha, I am out of breath and don’t need to continue, but you get the point.) Nevertheless, when he recently tweeted aloud his thoughts about Ben Carson and how sweet it would be to have “a real Black American president” it caused quite an uproar. All of his rival media buddies, bloodied by his prowess in the marketplace now pounced on a genuine gaffe. If they can’t beat him in business perhaps they can draw some political blood?
The fact is everybody knows what he meant. He meant wouldn’t it be nice to have an African American president who actually tried to heal race relations instead of drive a wedge between them? Wouldn’t it be nice to have our own American Nelson Mandela? The kind of president we had hoped Barrack Obama would be. The kind of president the world hoped he would be when they gave him the Nobel Peace Prize before he had even uttered a word or done a deed.
Pundits on the other networks piled on Murdoch, incredulously asking aloud, “Now, what could he possibly mean? Does he mean that Obama is not really black? What is his point?”
But we all know his point. And we know that those pundits know it as well. So let them laugh, act puzzled, and revel in their pious, moral superiority. The joke is on them.
Ben Carson is hated and feared by the political police because he is Black and not a bigot. And well, perhaps, because he is also a Christian.
Let’s face it, there is a new hatred in America, a new bigotry. It is reflected in the stifling, anti intellectual media language and in the on air segment choices they make. One network newscast recently refused to allow witnesses from the Roseburg shooting to say that the gunman asked his victims if they were Christian. Instead, they allowed the quote, “He asked us our religion.”
After the massacre at Umpqua Community College people debated gun laws and the impact on society of violent videogames and our dismal mental health record but no one dared utter a word about the fact that in our current atmosphere Christians are being targeted for murder, simply because of their religion. That doesn’t fit the narrative but it is an astonishing fact. And don’t expect it to ever be called a “hate crime.” That is reserved for the select and approved people in American society who should not be killed.
It is the national media which feeds this new bigotry, which is why they became so alarmed when one of their own, like Rupert Murdoch, insisted on speaking his mind about Ben Carson.
It is remarkable how this trend persists against all logic. In 2007, CNN aired Cristiane Amanpour ‘s production of “God’s Warriors” which implied that Islamic terrorists were not much different than fundamentalists in Christianity and Judaism. All three were equally dangerous. It won the Peabody Award and was accepted as a basic truth about society.
By 9-11, the disparity between deaths at the hands of Muslim terrorists as opposed to Jewish and Christian terrorists had outdated Amanpour’s bogus documentary. Today, I am told that “God’s Warriors” is shown to much laughter in dorms at Notre Dame, BIOLA and other Christian Universities, but the bigotry behind this media narrative has not changed.
A couple years ago ABC television tried to promote a sitcom called “Good Christian Bitches.” One can imagine the outcry if the target community had been gay or Islamic? Christian’s are acceptable targets. Their women are “bitches” and their young people can be ordered to stand up and be killed without comment from journalists.
There is no doubt that the backlash against this controlled speech about race and religion is behind the rise of Donald Trump. The public is not racist, nor are they anti-Islamic, but they are tired of being treated like children and having insolent demagogues cram stilted propaganda down their throats.
They are suffocating in the smog of political correctness. Moments of truth, such as Rupert Murdoch’s wistful reflection on Twitter, no matter how painful or rare they may be, are brief glimmers of hope that the Gulags are still a few years off.
Rupert Murdoch for president. Oh, I know, let me have my fun. Don’t be a “birther.”