The Bullshit of Political Correctness

I was watching Chris Hayes on MSNBC talk about the town hall he held with Bernie Sanders in a Wisconsin county that Obama carried twice but which went for Trump. One of the questions posed of the audience during the town hall was about political correctness. Hayes asked, “How many of you think political correctness is about how you have to watch what you say about certain groups of people?” Hands went up all over the hall.

This kind of mentality infuriates me. Because that response to that question reveals a couple of shamefully ugly truths about the American body politic. When I hear someone grouse about political correctness, I substitute that buzz phrase for what those words actually mean to me. My replacement? “Showing consideration for others.”

So Trump voter, you seriously think we have a suffocating amount of showing consideration for others? You seriously tell yourself that the largest barrier to solving our mutual problems is an excess of consideration for others? Give me an f’ing break

Let’s call this what it is. A pathetically large group of primarily white folk are pissed beyond belief because they want to vomit their vocabulary of hate toward “the other” with impunity. They resent being called out for their hate speech, for freely and openly despising others with labels like nigger, faggot, kike, wetback, towel head, chink, and on and on.

You want to slither deep into the hatred that pollutes the putrid ooze of your own private thoughts, help yourself (I suppose). But sneering at people who call you out for an unwarranted lack of respect toward others unlike yourself is bullshit. When being called out makes you uncomfortable (as it should), you don’t introspect and see the need to unpoison your soul. You simply turn your bigotry into a virtue, yourself into a victim, and tar people who want a more respectful discourse as villains.

Consideration is absolutely correctness. If that makes me a villain to bigots then sign me up.

It’s entirely too typical to hear people who all but bathe in privilege whine and moan about an excess of sensitivity from those with decidedly less (or virtually no) privilege.

It strikes me as the height of arrogant condescension to wag a finger of complaint at people for making making “too much” noise about affronts that never reach their own door. It’s glib and lazy to tell others they cry out too loudly about pain they themselves will never know. It’s infuriating from people who claim they are Christian. After all, we know what Christ said about what you do to the least of these.

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