Tuesday, July 28, 2009

Sometimes my enemy's enemy is just some chick

Don't tell me that this is a fiddly point. Too many of my friends and allies in the blogging world are lauding Margaret Wente's garbage-column in today's Globe because it's hard on the Ontario Human Rights Tribunal. For some reason they're all ignoring the howlingly absurd 'sane alternative' in which she couches her observations.

She begins:
White cops and black men can be an unhappy mix. Last week, all hell broke loose when a white cop intercepted a black man trying to break into a big house near Harvard University. Unfortunately for the cop, the man was Henry Louis Gates, a prominent African-American scholar, and he lives there. Tempers flared. Accusations of racial profiling filled the air. Prof. Gates was promptly arrested for disorderly conduct, i.e., mouthing off. It turned out the cop was a race-relations trainer. Barack Obama got involved, declared them both fine men and invited them to the White House for a beer.

If only things worked that way in Canada ...
And ends:
Can't [Barbara Hall and the OHRT] just buy everyone a beer? That's what Mr. Obama would do.
No he fucking wouldn't, Margaret! You've left a big goddamn detail out here--as absolutely anyone who doesn't live under a stone could tell you.

What Obama would do--that is to say, what he did do--was to use the Office of the President of the United States to render an utterly biased judgement on a matter he admitted knowing nothing about, and that was none of his goddamn business in the first place.

(The President, mercifully, only made a fool of himself in this. Mercifully, I say, because the only other option was the destruction of a man's career and reputation, not to speak of the reputation of the Cambridge police.)

This, it seems to me, is exactly the sort of thing Barbara Hall would do. And, indeed, has done.

... And why should everyone get a beer, by the way? If anything, Obama should be buying, Sgt. Crowley should be drinking, and Skip Gates should be watching, in silence, from the corner.