“In a country where lynchings once doubled an occasion for barbeques — the strangling and perhaps burning of a Black body as the central performance act at a pleasant Southern picnic — why shouldn’t racism be fun for white people?”
Do you have any idea how many white people were lynched? Of course you don’t, you ignorant, racist, bigoted moron.
Funny, isn’t it: when ranchers catch rustlers and string them up from the nearest tree, that’s the romantic Old West.
The difference, of course, is that every black ever lynched was completely innocent of everything. Saints, every last one of them.
The white people who were lynched, though, were demons: guilty, guilty, guilty.
This article is blood libel.