So, Don Imus finally said one too many stupid things and is now off the air. Whatever. Just as with the Dixie Twits, no one infringed upon his right to express his dumbness and the market rebuked him. Again, whatever.
What was worst about the I-mook's downward spiral was that part of his vain attempt to save himself was his pilgrimage to bow and scrape for forgiveness from race-hustling grievance monger Al Sharpton, who has surpassed Jesse Jackson as the self-anointed Leader of the Black People, from whom all grace flows and all condemnation will be directed.
As Jeff Jacoby wrote back in 2003, Sharpton is the Democrats' David Duke and tallies up the body count that Sharpton has racked up.
1987: Sharpton spreads the incendiary Tawana Brawley hoax, insisting heatedly that a 15-year-old black girl was abducted, raped, and smeared with feces by a group of white men. He singles out Steve Pagones, a young prosecutor. Pagones is wholly innocent -- the crime never occurred -- but Sharpton taunts him: "If we're lying, sue us, so we can . . . prove you did it." Pagones does sue, and eventually wins a $345,000 verdict for defamation. To this day, Sharpton refuses to recant his unspeakable slander or to apologize for his role in the odious affair.One of the tired shibboleths of the Left in their specious "Bush Lied! People Died!" chanting was the idea that "No one died from lying about a blowjob." Ignoring the dishonesty of that comment, let's compare what iMus - if he was marketed by Apple - said and the fallout from it and the results of Sharpton's words.
1991: A Hasidic Jewish driver in Brooklyn's Crown Heights section accidentally kills Gavin Cato, a 7-year-old black child, and antisemitic riots erupt. Sharpton races to pour gasoline on the fire. At Gavin's funeral he rails against the "diamond merchants" -- code for Jews -- with "the blood of innocent babies" on their hands. He mobilizes hundreds of demonstrators to march through the Jewish neighborhood, chanting, "No justice, no peace." A rabbinical student, Yankel Rosenbaum, is surrounded by a mob shouting "Kill the Jews!" and stabbed to death.
1995: When the United House of Prayer, a large black landlord in Harlem, raises the rent on Freddy's Fashion Mart, Freddy's white Jewish owner is forced to raise the rent on his subtenant, a black-owned music store. A landlord-tenant dispute ensues; Sharpton uses it to incite racial hatred. "We will not stand by," he warns malignantly, "and allow them to move this brother so that some white interloper can expand his business." Sharpton's National Action Network sets up picket lines; customers going into Freddy's are spat on and cursed as "traitors" and "Uncle Toms." Some protesters shout, "Burn down the Jew store!" and simulate striking a match. "We're going to see that this cracker suffers," says Sharpton's colleague Morris Powell. On Dec. 8, one of the protesters bursts into Freddy's, shoots four employees point-blank, then sets the store on fire. Seven employees die in the inferno.
If Sharpton were a white skinhead, he would be a political leper, spurned everywhere but the fringe. But far from being spurned, he is shown much deference. Democrats embrace him. Politicians court him. And journalists report on his comings and goings while politely sidestepping his career as a hatemongering racial hustler.
The Rutgers girls have been weeping simps throughout this whole affair. Nothing says "empowered champion women" like crying to Oprah that they felt demeaned and worthless by some old guy in a hat. Girl power!!! Not. But while we're found another group looking to bask in their victimhood, they'll be able to go on with their lives unlike the victims of Sharpton's craven hate speech.