Hat tip Francis Marion
Guest Post by Jim Goad
One of the most inane verbal constructions in the modern leftist lexicon—right up there with “rape culture,” “white privilege,” and “transphobia”—is the idea that the piteous lambs who constantly squirm under Evil White Maledom’s pale, oppressive thumb require “safe spaces” wherein they can segregate themselves without fear of reprisal.
In a deeply personal way, I can relate. Ever since my father punched my mother in the stomach while she was pregnant with me, I suppose I’ve been a trifle touchy about having my personal space invaded.
A year or so ago right here in the typically safe confines of the Taki’s Mag comments, someone brilliantly summarized all of politics as a struggle between people who want to be left alone and people who won’t leave you the hell alone. I just want to be left alone, but that’s difficult in a world where collectivist zealots not only won’t leave you the hell alone, their blind belief that they are fighting the “good fight” makes them feel entitled not only to openly harass you, but to invade every aspect of your personal life until you’re jobless and homeless.
As with everything that hangs leftward these days, the progressives’ idea of a “safe space” is based on a rancid double standard. Just as nonwhites are deemed incapable of racism…and women cannot possibly be sexist…and gay people can’t possibly hate heterosexuals…there are to be absolutely no safe spaces for straight white males. Instead, every inch of their terrestrial and neurological territory is to be invaded, conquered, and occupied.
To my memory, the last time I can recall a large-scale white mob attacking leftists was during the Hard Hat Riots in Manhattan—and that was over 45 years ago.
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