This well-crafted work is divided into seven chapters, of which the first, “Human Rights and Social Justice,” highlights the struggles of humans for justice and freedom, going as far back in history as the soul-stirring account of Bilal ibn Rabah, an enslaved African who embraced Islam during the time of Prophet Muhammad. Mrs. Valiante also writes passionately about the plight of Palestinian children, based on her first-hand account of visiting their occupied homeland just before the second Intifada. And she advocates for local causes with the same fervor, from censuring the influence of advertisers on editorial content, to the underprivileged children of Kananaskis First Nations (Canada), to Islamophobia in North American media.Victims, victims and more victims; a near-ceaseless procession of victimhood: that just about says it all re sweet Wahida and her "social justice" mindset, don't you think?
Friday, October 28, 2011
Valiante and the Cult of Victimhood
The lead piece in the weekly e-zine of the Canadian Islamic Congress, an outfit helmed by Wahida Valiante, is a rave review of a riveting new book by--wait for it--Wahida Valiante! Here's why the reviewer thinks you should read it:
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Why should we be surprised at the multiplication of victims in (post-)modern Western societies? As the old economic truism goes, you get more of whatever you subsidize and less of whatever you tax. And we subsidize victimhood big-time, while, literally, taxing non-victims to provide the subsidies. No wonder so many to get in on the victim racket.
My own personal favorite "victimized" group is the American Indian (or "Native American," if one wishes to be culturally sensitive/politically correct) demographic . . . because almost all of the folk who are now declaring themselves to be American Indians--Cherokee seems to be the most popular lineage to declare--are not just white in any meaningful physical-antropological sense, many are downright nordic in appearance. (I guess I would have just committed an actionable thought crime in Australia!) Alfred Rosenberg would have felt a thrill go down up his leg if they paraded past him.
I still remember the Cherokee Nation booth at a historical festival celebrating the anniversary of the great naturalist-explorer William Bartram's arrival in Payne's Prairie, near Gainesville, Florida, now a state preserve. The booth was (wo)manned by about half-a-dozen blonde or red-haired specimens, many with freckles, not one dark-eyed brunette among the lot. I was curious enough to enquire if they were all officially enrolled Cherokees, and not merely enthusiasts or sympathizers of the tribe: nope, they all claimed to be the real thing, listed on the Cherokee Nation Eastern Band (North Carolina) rolls. As John Stossel likes to say, "Give me a break!"
Aryan Cherokees: what do they have at their festive get-togethers--beer and pemican? ;)
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