Tuesday, April 15, 2014

Mechanics of the Race Hustle Game

Want to run down the race rabbit hole? Read Doug Glanville's essay on when he was racially profiled in his driveway. Kafka would be proud of the ludicrous response to a simple police officer's question by Glanville's social circle and the community. Glanville steps outside to shovel his driveway and a cop asks him if he is shoveling to make some money, unaware Glanville lives there. The progressive horror follows. Let us review the theater of the absurd.

Glanville was not affected by this cop questioning him, maybe a bit let down, but he went on with his life. The offense meter bumped up when others found out. Forget any anguish if say a black guy in the neighborhood was going around breaking and entering but hey, the cop "noticed" something was odd. He is at fault for recognizing patterns. Glanville's Ivy educated lawyer wife shot an email to the state senator that lives near them (the mayor and governor both live nearby too).
As soon as I told my wife what had happened, she sent the senator a furious email under the subject line “Shoveling While Black”:
Doug just got detained by West Hartford Police in front of our house while shoveling our driveway, questioning him about asking to be paid for shoveling. The officer left when Doug told him that it was his house. There were several other people on our street out in front of their houses shoveling snow at the same time. None of them were stopped for questioning. Just wanted to vent to someone whom we know cares and would be equally outraged.
Before I could even digest what happened, my wife's email had set a machine in motion. A diverse swatch of Hartford influentials banded together to assess the situation, including the chief of police, local attorneys, and security officers from the neighborhood civic association. Within a couple of hours, I had outlined my version of events to the Hartford police department’s internal affairs department. Most told me that I just had to decide how far I wanted to take my complaint.
Our next door neighbor (the one with the snowblower) helped my wife and me sort out the facts and figure out our options. He has a legal resume that covers a wide range of jurisprudence, from parking authorities to boards of African American–centric charter schools. He was in our living room within an hour.
The first step was to articulate exactly what the West Hartford officer had done. He'd been outside his jurisdiction—the representative from internal affairs had confirmed this. That meant a police officer from another town had come to my house, approached me while I was shoveling my own driveway, and—without any introduction—asked me a very presumptuous question. 
All of this had put me in an extremely vulnerable situation. In one moment, I went from being an ordinary father and husband, carrying out a simple household chore, to a suspect offering a defense. The inquiry had forced me to check my tone, to avoid sounding smug even when I was stating the obvious: that I was shoveling the driveway because the house belonged to me.
The cop asked a presumptuous question! How dare he! Two weeks ago a cop asked me who I was as I walked out my garage with a phone in my hand. Should I have called the ACLU? This all happened before the crack black legal team of offended race hustlers could learn the possible motivations of the cop. He was just an evil cop. What might the officer's motivations be?
I soon learned that West Hartford had an ordinance that prohibits door-to-door solicitation. A man whom I allegedly resembled had broken this ordinance. Someone in West Hartford had called the police, and a young officer, believing he was doing his duty, had pursued the complaint to my street. Our block would have been the first stop for the wayward shoveler if he had entered Hartford. 
Right away, I noted that the whole thing had been a lot of effort over shoveling. The West Hartford ordinance allowed its residents to call in violations at their own discretion—in effect, letting them decide who belonged in the neighborhood and who did not. That was a problem in itself, but it also put the police in a challenging position. They had to find a way to enforce the problem in a racially neutral way, even if they were receiving complaints only on a small subsection of violators. In my case, the officer had not only spoken to me without respect but had crossed over into a city where West Hartford’s ordinance didn’t even apply. 

Right away Doug? You noticed right away? How about when your wife was cranking out her email? There is no way she did not talk to herself and occasionally yell out to you about how fired up she was. She emailed a state senator about a cop asking a man why he was shoveling when a call had come in. Glanville's second paragraph reveals the problems of a multicultural society run by progressives in a democracy. Everything must be done in a racially neutral way in the progressive mind no matter how concentrated complaints are. Sounds like disparate impact applied to policing. This will only get worse, and the authorities in Connecticut reveal to Glanville how.
The mayor of West Hartford assured me that he championed efforts to diversify his town, and the chief of police told me he is active in Connecticut’s statewide Racial and Ethnic Disparity Commission in the Criminal Justice System.
Proving their progressive merit badges were earned, the mayor and chief of police both have spent hours biting their lips and shaking their heads as ethnics tell horrible tales of locked car doors and scowls in elevators. Connecticut: bastion of horrible racism. If you look at the NY Times census maps, West Hartford is where whites ran to in order to escape the gang problems of Hartford and East Hartford. United Technologies had a lot of employees who lived there. If you look at the race distribution map for Connecticut, it does have a nice financially arranged apartheid set up for progressives to safely live in small towns and suburbs while all the blacks live in several cities. It is okay when progressives do it with money, not when Afrikaners or Southerners do it with laws.

This is pretty pathetic for a racial harassment event. It still becomes an Atlantic article for SWPLs and older liberals to shake their head at or even cry while reading. Sniff sniff, why did we ride those buses decades ago? This is all an absurd waste of time, money and effort that reveals more about the demented situation we have in the American legal system whenever race is involved. Think of what these experts Glanville had at his disposal are experts in: race harassment, what is racist, what tripped the fuzzy grey line, et cetera et cetera. This is how the race hustlers work. Did you hear Glanville got shook down by a cop in his driveway? Oh Lord, it's Alabama 1954, never mind that Glanville could buy a home in the mayor and governor's neighborhood. What Glanville and company do not see, what they can never comprehend, is that when a minor question by a concerned cop elicits such a response by dozens of people, people with real authority, the power is in the hands of people like Glanville, not the evil, white cop.

13 comments:

peterike said...

The perpetually aggrieved black is one of the more ludicrous symptoms of post-racial America. Despite decades of zero institutional racism, indeed decades of institutional anti-white, pro-black favoritism; despite white cringing and supplicating behavior to blacks; despite endless hagiographical depictions of blacks in film and television; despite all this, a certain sort of black is just dying -- DYING! -- to stumble on a perfectly innocent experience that they can twist into a hysterical racist assault.

And indeed as you say, the collective might of the State is geared up to swing into action at any such micro-aggression. Hell, more like a pico-aggression, undetectable except under extreme magnification.

I wonder if I write up "I was mugged by a black man, in my own driveway," if the Atlantic would see fit to publish it?

Anonymous said...

Imagine living in a place where police are willing to put in the effort to track down someone going door to door looking to pick up a few bucks shoveling driveways. There obviously isn't any real crime to worry about.

I think police officers in such a place understand pretty quickly that their job isn't combating crime. Their job is to make sure everything is neat and tidy, and that the residents don't have to deal with anyone that makes them uncomfortable. In such a place, I could picture a cop feeding a homeless guy lunch, and then politely dropping him off a few miles outside of town.

Having bored police officers is a blessing and a curse. Sooner or later a resident is going to be inconvenienced for the most innocuous offense. Picture being pulled over for making a protected left turn from a left turn only lane without using your blinker.

I once answered the door to a cop when I was visiting my parents. He was there to tell me that someone had egged my car, and that I should wash it off before the egg dried.

When my friend was deployed to Iraq, his truck was left parked at the edge of the driveway, leaving enough space for other vehicles to get in and out. Over time the tires lost some air, and a few weeds managed to pop up in the shade under the truck. A cop came knocking on the door one day telling his wife that having a derelict vehicle was against a city ordinance. When she explained the situation, the cop was satisfied. We aired up the tires, took care of the weeds, and that was that. I can only imagine how things might have turned out if she weren't white.

peterike said...

I think police officers in such a place understand pretty quickly that their job isn't combating crime.

Well there are some crimes. I knew a cop who worked in the wealthy parts of Oyster Bay, Long Island. Other than the occasional drunk driver and so on, there were two major areas of crime.

One was a series of house break-ins. These were done by a sophisticated gang of black criminals that would come in from New York City. They would scope out houses, strike when the owners weren't home. They looked for jewelry and cash, that's all. They were very athletic, and after leaving the home the thief would typically run through multiple backyards, jumping fences, etc. to get to the getaway car on an entirely different road. All these big homes had alarms, of course, but the thieves were in and out so quickly that they didn't care about the alarms. Dogs would concern them and they typically wouldn't hit houses with large dogs. Took them years to finally catch the guys.

The second crime was domestic disputes. Many of these came from wealthy Middle Easterners, Iranian mostly, that were living in the area. What a surprise.

I can only imagine how things might have turned out if she weren't white.

Lol! Well it would have a been a major case of racism involving everyone from the governor down to the local dog catcher.

Lucius Somesuch said...

Well, one possible response is just to say that Glanville isn't very bright.

This kind of so-smooth evocation of bourgeois respectability just feels so--OFF--doesn't it?

True, there's the intemperate harpy of a wife firing off a note to a state legislator-- surely Granville knows how stereotypically 'black woman' that sounds? [NB: even if he's married to a blonde, she's overcompensating]. The neighborhood name-dropping maybe is, or isn't, typically bourgeois, but it's certainly very eager-beaver.

Gads of progressive whites are essentially this stupid, I know, about a lot of things, but still-- it's all so John McWhorterishy. Who wants to be that person? Is there no inner reserve of fortitude that says: 'Stop!'?

Anonymous said...

Peterike-
Interesting story about the sophisticated group of burglars. I wasn't thinking about something like that when I posted earlier. It's actually kind of funny to think about the burglars you mentioned being black, and then thinking about how having people like this Glanville fellow around in Oyster Bay could have hampered police efforts to put a stop to the burglaries.

The West Hartford police chief made sure to establish his liberal / racial sensitivity bona fides. Hopefully he is able to leverage that to take some of the heat off of the cop. The cop was just responding to a call for service. If Glanville is looking for a racist villain, maybe he should track down the person who called dispatch in the first place.

I wonder if Glanville was sincerely upset about the incident from the outset, or if he only became outraged when his "intemperate harpy of a wife" told him to be outraged.

peterike said...

Yup, white wife. No wonder she's so aggrieved. Difficult to find a picture of this broad.

http://ts4.mm.bing.net/th?id=HN.608028083439141018&pid=1.7

Doug is apparently a motivational speaker, among other things.

Son of Brock Landers said...

This comes down to Glanville being an adult and using common sense. He couldve dealt with it himself but he told his wife. He never stopped her. It is an entire mindset that everything has a racist evil motivation. They have been programmed by the media, school and the govt to automatically go to that. I once saww a special where a woman fought Detroit moving people on social housing to a new area by saying it sounded like segregation. How xould there be segregation in 87% black Detroit? They go to the ell for racist, segregation, lynching and slavery. Same things regardless of situation. Glanvile cant be dumb, he mentioned his college degrees and being published in the NY Times! Haha.

Peterike - If you read the article, I think she's black. If not it makes her statement that they are all black fucked up.

Son of Brock Landers said...

She's a light skinned black woman.

peterike said...

"She's a light skinned black woman."

Ahh, that could be. She's got that Lena Horne "you can only tell I'm black because I SAY I'm black" look about her.

Big Bill said...

The key piece is this: he chose to get the hell out of a black neighborhood and go live with whites.

Why?

He knows that if neighborhoods are predominately black they are sh!tholes, filled with sh!thole residents.

The dirty secret is that he is ashamed for leaving his people and (like so many Talented Tenth who do the same) had to project his guilt on someone else to re-establish his internal victim status and avoid his black race-traitor status.

Oh, chilluns in da hood! I didn't run off and leave you! You don't know how tough it is to have to live with the White Man every day in a White Neighborhood!

What is going through his head is "Goddamit, can't you see that I am Good and Decent and just like you white folks and not like those ignorant n!ggers in Hartford!"

White folks are completely oblivious to this internal racial dialogue.

Always remember this: when a white man escapes the ghetto it is called "white flight" and "segregationist". When a black man escapes the ghetto FOR EXACTLY THE SAME REASON it is called "integration" and it is "wonderful" and "good"!

Son of Brock Landers said...

Great point on why he got worked up and his wife. Ive joked that Trayvon moments give blacks who made it and abandoned their poor brothers and sisters a chance to nclaim solidarity and pretend their down with the cause. Tweet for Trayvon then go to 99% white neighborhood and if they stray that way their non-black wife.

Mike Tomlin (coach of steelers) moved into my friend's wealthy neighborhood. Whites, asians, jews who make huge bank. Tomlin copped an attitude rolling thru Halloween in his suv wxmusic blasting. My friend knocked on his window and told him to let his kids walk thru the hood with the other kids while he could socialize. Friend said Tomlin changed once he found out neighborhood was loaded. Then steelers lb James Harrison moved in with his white girl and half bloods. Harrison and woman had arguments over him going to massage parlors!!! Hahahahahaa.

nikcrit said...

I wonder if Glanville was sincerely upset about the incident from the outset, or if he only became outraged when his "intemperate harpy of a wife" told him to be outraged.

I too think it's something along those lines; a bit of contrived and/or culturally conditioned 'outrage,' as SOBL1 suggests as well.

I get that impression becauuse Glanville is a sorta outlier and expostional kind of writer that has discussed issues like this in the past; I doubt he felt genuinely menaced and/or aggrieved ---- but it's so true that the contemporary social culture is so conditioned to framing these incidents a certain way, that a certain reaction and then almost economic logic kicks in forming a position and response......some years back, Glanville did some ongoing blog-like pieces,d etailing the down-time culture of big-league athletes; pretty good stuff, i think it ran in the nytimes.

nikcrit said...

I went sorta backwards and only just now read the entire essay detailing the 'incident.' I see Glanville more or less confirmed my last commment himself, and implied as much as well by going through his bio and backstory with racial confrontations.
I somewhat sympathize with him here; i think he handled the literal incident well and, as for the socio-racial-interpretation part of the essay? Well, like we said and somewhat agree upon: the larger absurdities have crept into our generation and, while you can sometimes remain clear and stand above the pettiness, there's really no way anyone, white or black, can completely rise above or transcend these kinds of situations---we're all in moments the prey of conventional pieties and presumptions.

I once experienced something along these lines; i wss parked on a residential suburban street, reading a book to kill some time between interviews ---- a somewhat odd sight and setting to a unknowing outsider.
Turns out a woman in the shopping district a few blocks away got semi-car-jacked, with the punk pushing her aside as she got in her car and then taking her fur coat in the back and a few other items before running off.

The suburban cop who drove by: stopped; called for back up; told me right away while he was stopping me, then instructed me to wait in my car while they got the assailed woman to come by in the squad to see if she could identify me. But within a minute or two, while waiting, I could see the officer knew I was hte wrong guy: he sort of paled and swallowed hard when i told him i was a reporter, (he probably took in my dialect as well, registering that i wasn't of the typical punk socio-economic oorrolary, etc.). By the time the cruiser with the victim pulled up, the cop said to me: "I don't think you did it, but we just have to go through the formality since you're a logical person to check out."
I accept that and think it neatly summarized the scene: I was clearly not a likely suspect ---- yet, my meta bona-fides, i.e., my race and gender and age at the time, is highly over-repped among crime perp stats.

And from there rise a million-and-one pieties, both contrived and felt with convition.