I'm reminded of a murder quite some time ago (late '80s or early '90s) that happened in NYC. The victim was the adult son of an extremely wealthy family (billionaire-level). He had become a teacher, and chose to work in a very poor school district somewhere in the city.
He sometimes invited teenagers to his apartment (perhaps there was something more than teaching going on there). Eventually, he was murdered in his apartment by IIRC two of his guests.
The quote about liberals and how "their narcissism in part functions to blind them to inconvenient realities" is excellent.
Much of this was anticipated by a character in a book I loved as a teenager, called Red Sky At Morning, by a little-known author named Richard Bradford. It takes place in New Mexico. One of its colorful characters is an aging, wealthy woman who is the unabashed champion of Native Americans (Indians). This woman has a one-track mind, all she thinks about is the "red people" and how virtuous and selfless and authentic they are. She tries to actually become a Native American herself. The actual Native Americans who live in the town think she's a joke, and laugh at her behind her back.
Did you notice he had worked for the SPLC?
One wonders if he told them what a pal he was, just before they killed him.