Cometh the hour: Never in our lifetimes has there been a greater gap between truth and fairy tale than when it comes to what reporters and public officials say about black people.
Look no further than the Washington Post for the latest reason why this is an essential book whose time has come.
The Post was recently doing one of its usual thumb suckers on Howard University, a hometown black college. The reporter did a serviceable job of describing the day-to-day chaos — not among students — but among people who run the school.
To wash away these administrative sins, the Post reminded us of Howard’s “young strivers with compelling stories and dreams.”
Including Khalil Saadiq “who lost a scholarship when his GPA dropped one-tenth of a point, from the required 3.3 to 3.2.” All because he “organized a viral picture of students with their hands up after the Ferguson, Mo., shooting.”
This is the same “hands up, don’t shoot” story that the Post earlier this year declared a hoax when it received Four Pinocchios for deception. The Post did forget, however, to mention the hundreds of reporters and editors and other employees of that news organization who were active participants in that fraud — and the hundreds of stories they produced for every section of that outlet.
Now we add the name of this Howard University student to the list of people who are spreading the lie of Ferguson. And the Post is happy to go along with it. Again.
That’s just one measure of the insanity surrounding the acting and reporting of black people in this country. And why heaping doses of sanity and pointed observation from Horowitz are the perfect remedy.
Horowitz opens this collection of his writings on race from the last 45 years with a recounting of the collected lies of Ferguson. They are hard to track, and it is great to have them all in one place. But they are hardly new.
He does that over and over with hundreds of examples of denial, deceit and delusion over a generation of racial politics from reporters, public officials, and the biggest fibbers of all: academics.
So many favorites from this book spring to mind: Horowitz was there to interrupt the sanctification of Stokely Carmichael after his death in 1998. During the ’60s, Carmichael was a familiar figure famous for calling for violent confrontations against white cops.
Even that was too much for the Black Panthers, who expelled him from their party, driving Carmichael into self-imposed foreign exile.
“Returning to the United States in the late ’80s, he took to the lecture circuit as a racial hate-monger, attacking Jews, whites and America to approving audiences on American university campuses,” wrote Horowitz at the time. “Carmichael’s parting shot was to accuse the ‘forces of American imperialism’” of causing his prostate cancer and his death.
But here is where Horowitz goes from being rigorous to relentless. He takes us to the present, where a professor at Tufts University recently wrote a biography of Carmichael that was greeted with thunderous applause in the academy.
Harvard professor Charles Ogletree called the book a “thoroughly impressive volume on a … underappreciated and poorly understood giant of the civil rights movement…”
Horowitz eviscerates this kind of phony scholarship with practiced — and welcome — ease: Carmichael “was not a good man, did not advance the cause of freedom, and the world will not miss him.” He dismissed the book as “sycophantic and dishonest portrait,” but not before showing us why.
The list of people who wish Horowitz would spend more time with his grandchildren and less time telling the truth about leftist fantasies is long — and just as engaging. Angela Davis, Huey Newton, Skip Gates, O.J. Simpson, and a surprisingly long list of violent black activists accused of murder, who are free today because their white lawyers convinced gullible juries the evidence was all about racism.
The families of the victims never forgot. Neither has Horowitz. Now neither will we.
I also enjoyed the reminder of President Bill Clinton’s full-throated defense of racial quotas.
Most Republicans may not know it, but during the recent primary season, Democrat candidates for President spent a huge chunk of time explaining why black people are relentless victims of white racism in every area of our lives. Often subconscious.
Hillary and Bernie have been free to repeat the most egregious lies about black people in America, and there is seldom pushback. Whether it is black people and white people commit the same amount of crimes but racist police only pick on innocent black people, Or cops are always shooting black people for no reason whatsoever, or environmental racism, its an open field for mendacity.
But it all depends on this phony-baloney history of black victimization from the last 50 years that is now accepted as conventional wisdom. But only among people who do not follow Horowitz.
Relentless black victimization is the greatest lie of our generation. And it is only fitting that the greatest exposer of left-wing deceit our country has ever produced is there to remind us of the truth of it all.
Not because it is interesting history. But because it is presently urgent.
This is a book that should be in the briefcase of every political pundit in America, especially the fresh-faced talking heads who like to remember the Black Panthers — not as murderous sociopaths — but as a harmless group of grandmothers giving out free breakfasts in Oakland.
Horowitz remembers the truth. He was there, talking to Huey Newton. The story of the Horowitz conversion from radical lefty to truth-telling media scourge never gets old.
Every college student should receive this book on registration day. If necessary, pay them to read it.
Every national political candidate this season should memorize it — because as it stands now, most are intellectually defenseless against the onslaught of racial deception that will confront them at every stop.
Claiming color blindness and promising more free stuff is not going to cut it this year. Read this book and you will know why.
Had this been available to Rand Paul, John Kasich, Chris Christie and Megyn Kelly, maybe they could have saved themselves some embarrassing moments over the last few months.
It is not too late for them.
For the rest of us, it arrives just in time.