New Alpha Unit. Good one, AU.
This is our PC World in a nutshell. Along with life, liberty and the pursuit of a six figure income, I mean happiness, we all have the right not to be offended. If we do get offended, we get to jump up and down like animals in a zoo, go on TV and radio, give interviews in the papers, and demand apologies from everyone in a 10 mile radius of the scene of the crime.
The anti-racists paint America as some kind of horrorshow run by grinning White racist Gestapo overlords. Instead, the Whites are running around like mice watching every damned move and word and making sure they don’t, you know, um, offend anyone.
Blacks and increasingly Hispanics have adopted a lifestyle that could be called Perpetual Offense. They get up in the morning trying to figure out all the different ways they can hopefully get offended today so they can collect their Offended Brownie Points to pin to their Righteous Victim sack-cloths. If the Blacks keep this up, they’ll give the Jews a running for the Paranoid-Masochistic Character mantle.
I’d say life is about having fun, but for some it’s the Pursuit of the Holy Grievance instead. Only once you get it, you don’t feel better. Like a crack rock, you just need another hit fifteen minutes later. Grievance collection and other masochistic addictions are ultimately unfulfilling, because once you’re satisfied, the war is over, and to the grievance collector, the war’s never over, because the enemy’s always winning.
Hell of a way to live your life, but it takes all kinds to fill the freeways.
It was at the beginning of my stint as a graduate student that I first learned about political correctness.
It was the early eighties – 1984 or so. I was friends with some undergraduate women and we used to talk about all kinds of issues women cared about, including some incendiary issues that were sure to cause controversy. One day I voiced an opinion about one of these issues in the casual, self-assured way you’d talk about whether or not it was raining outside.
It was a costly mistake.
One of these young women disputed what I said, and we had a brief discussion about it in what I thought was a civil way. Well, the next time we saw each other, she acted as if she didn’t know me. We never spoke to each other again.
Another time, I was visiting another young woman, a very passionate Communist who would give me copies of some newspaper her group dispensed. We weren’t talking about Communism on that particular evening. We were talking about the same issue I had lost my other friend over. But I hadn’t learned my lesson.
Our discussion was getting intense, and then I stated an opinion rather bluntly.
Oh, my God.
What happened next was like watching Dr. Bruce Banner turn into the Incredible Hulk.
I can remember that furiously moving mouth sputtering in outrage, outrage her body could scarcely contain. Did she unleash obscene denunciations of my character? Insult my family origins? Damn me to Hell? No, she didn’t.
“I’m getting very offended!” This is what she wanted me to know.
I was sitting there in amazement, but in the back of my mind I was thinking, “What? You’re offended? Because I disagree with you?”
I learned my lesson that time. Never, ever say anything that offends people. Even if it’s your sincere opinion. Even if you really like the other person but happen to disagree with them on something people disagree about.
What I’ve seen since then is that people insist on not being offended. If you go to any kind of public forum you are bound to have someone, at some point or another, leave a comment like, “I am very offended by that statement” or, “I find this very offensive.” That’s when the person running the place is supposed to immediately retract whatever statement has caused offense and make an abject apology and behave as if they have been properly chastened and will never do it again.
Where did people ever get the idea that nothing, or no one, is supposed to offend them? How did our parents and grandparents ever make it through life?
As a Black person, I find this especially ridiculous. When I think of everything past generations of Black people had to put up with, I can only shake my head at some of the things Black people get upset about today. I’m not talking about actual instances of racism, either. I’m talking about stupid, ignorant crap like,”There aren’t enough Black people in lousy sitcoms on network TV.” There are a lot of other examples that people are familiar with.
But this isn’t about Black people. Nobody will take being offended lying down. People have the right, in their own minds, not to be confronted with points of view that make them uncomfortable.
Nothing should offend you, no matter how true? Who the hell do you think you are, anyway? God?