LOTT IS ROCKERED NO MORE APOLOGIES
By: Alan Stang
Long ago, I met Trent Lott in his office. He was a young congressman; my editor had sent me to the Imperial City to do a piece on new, conservative faces in the House and Lott was one of the people we had chosen to interview. I never did think much of such articles. Their real purpose was to establish relationships, which was fine, so I went through the usual claptrap about the ideals that had motivated the young Lott to run, what he hoped to accomplish, how he hoped to do it, et cetera and so on, blah, blah, blah. When I had written enough drivel to fill a couple of magazine pages, I folded my notebook, thanked him and rose to go. "Sit down," said the congressman. Thank God I did so, because the next thing he said would have knocked me down. "Tell me about this thing you call the Conspiracy," said Trent Lott.
This happened so long ago that your Intrepid Correspondent wasnít yet world infamous. The congressman knew of the magazine for which I wrote, American Opinion, but I thought at first he hadnít really said it. People, especially Members of Congress, didnít, and still donít, ask me what I thought he had asked; so, I asked him to repeat and he said the same thing.
I replied that I had come to interview him for a magazine piece, that I had no wish to impose on his precious time for an ulterior purpose and that what he asked would take some time. The congressman reassured me. "No problem. Take all the time you need."
It was late in the afternoon. The sun was low. There were already shadows in the room. By now, his staff had departed. It was quiet. We were alone. And so, there in his office, I told freshman congressman Trent Lott, Good Old Boy from Mississippi, about the Conspiracy for world government perpetrated by the billionaire totalitarian Socialists who rule us. For many years since, I have lectured and conducted seminars on various aspects of the subject around the world. At the time, I had to give the congressman a short course. I defined the term, told him what the Conspiracy was, named the names and organizations, explained their goals and amplified their methods. For almost two hours, the congressman listened with interest. When I left, I was sure he understood. Needless to say, I didnít print this most important aspect of our meeting.
I was wrong, of course. Last week, I told you how wrong I was about my meeting with Henry Kissinger when I said he wouldnít last. This week constitutes my confession about Trent Lott. My short course in his office could well have been defective, but I suspect that the Senator is solely at fault for the fact that he has turned out to be one of the stupidest, most ignorant people ever elected to the Congress. In fact, I have long wondered whether he could be putting on an act. Could stupidity and ignorance so monumental be an accident?
Last week, the Conspiracy for world government bit Lott in the behind. As your obedient servant sets this diatribe forth, Lott is still in office, still the brunt of the treatment administered to fireball pitcher John Rocker, of Atlanta, who also has a propensity for saying the "wrong thing." Remember? With your permission, I have elected to name this Conspiracy technique for him. Trent Lott has been rockered. Trent, do you now finally understand what I told you in your office lo these many years ago?
By now, everyone in the galaxy knows what Lott said. He dared to praise fellow Southerner Strom Thurmond. Lott could have turned the controversy on its ear, unfurled the Stars and Bars and attacked, by reminding the nation that Strom ran for President on the platform of "statesí rights," which were destroyed by totalitarian monster Abraham Lincoln, our worst President. Lott could have pointed out that statesí rights are needed today more than ever, because the federal government has now become the totalitarian monstrosity Lincoln wanted. But, because he is stupid and ignorant, Lott did not. Instead, he typically groveled on command.
The focus of this weekís piece is not race. For the record, your Intrepid Correspondent is implacably opposed to government in the matter. I am as hostile to "segregation," which was (state) government policy forcing people to be apart, as I am to "integration," which is (federal) government policy forcing people to be together. The only truly progressive policy in the matter is to leave people alone.
Today, our focus instead is the Conspiracyís immensely clever and effective technique of using race as a subterfuge, as a weapon (along with gender and the environment and the economy and on and on) in the present war on the white Christian man. Today, the white Christian man is the only individual who can be insulted and degraded and offended with impunity, the enemy the media revel in covering with garbage. Today, if you have a problem from asthma to dandruff to incontinence to yaws, we are supposed to believe the white Christian man is behind it.
Why? Because the Conspiracy must emasculate and neutralize the white Christian man to complete its totalitarian takeover. The pathetic hulk of Trent Lott is the result. Again, it doesnít matter what he said. Notice that charlatans like Jesse Jackson routinely are allowed to get away with far worse. For instance, Jesse calls New York "Hymietown." The media chuckle at this anti-Semitic reference. They say in effect, "There goes old Jesse again." No one at the top says he should retire, no one up there even suggests he should apologize and he is allowed to go on to even greater excess. The media donít require him to grovel.
No, what we are talking about here is the Conspiracyís use of any chance remark, however innocent, however confused, however right or wrong, as justification for a blitzkrieg of media excoriation to force the white Christian man (especially a Member of Congress) to keep his head down, to shut up, shut up, shut up, while the totalitarian steamroller rolls over everyone. What is happening to Trent Lott now is a warning: Shut up or this could happen to you. Journalist Ed Hunter saw the process in action in Red China and Korea and called it "brainwashing." It consists of instilling guilt. A man who feels guilty is unmanned. A man who feels guilty has been neutralized; canít act.
The process begins in the nationís government schools, where little Beauregard is told how bad his grandfather was, how bad his father was and how he must atone. By the time little Beau staggers out of college, he has been neutered, morally emasculated, made useless. Ed Hunter would call him brainwashed.
I was on a speaking tour in the Northwest some years ago to discuss my book, Itís Very Simple: The True Story of Civil Rights (Boston, Western Islands, 1965) and found myself facing a black talk show host in studio. He asked me how guilty I felt about slavery. Yes, he actually asked me that. He hadnít done his homework and didnít know I had been born and raised in New York. From the beginning, I went to school with Negroes, as people of color then were known, before Jackson routinely began renaming them every few years. Negroes lived in Harlem, which had the same significance to us as the fact that the Chinese lived in Chinatown and the Italians lived in Little Italy. I didnít even know why the Negroes in the black dining room at a bus stop down south stared at me when I accidentally wandered in and asked for coffee.
Not only had no one in my family ever owned slaves; no one in my family had ever oppressed or even done something mean to a Negro. In fact, no one in my family had arrived in this country until long after Lincolnís totalitarian war destroyed the Union. While Negroes were enslaved here, my people were hiding in the Eastern hemisphere in caves and forests. The only distant ancestor I ever heard about at family gatherings was a man known only as "Black Mike the horse thief," a reference to Mikeís profession, not his color.
So naturally I told the black talk show host I felt no guilt at all. He was surprised. Indeed, on his face I saw disbelief. Apparently he was used to asking white men this question. Could yours truly have been the only one who answered this way?
How long, O Lord, how long? I have no doubt that slavery was as bad as we are told it was, and that life even for free Negroes in the North was at times just as bad. Remember that when New York whites found out for the first time via the phony Emancipation Proclamation that they had been fighting and dying all along to free the slaves, they rioted in 1863 in the Draft Riots. Whole units deserted from the Yankee army. Some Yankee soldiers went to Canada.
Having said all that, many still guilty white Christians ask how many more generations must pass before they have sufficiently atoned, before the powers-that-would like-to-be will stop inflicting the painful, collective guilt. When will it end?
The answer is: It will never end. Look at the charlatans who have been assigned to impose it. Congresswoman Maxine "the Mouth" Waters has the best job she ever had. Without it, she would be the madam in a low-class South Central whorehouse. Without his media buildup, Jesse Jackson would be a pimp with a sideline in dirty pictures; Al Sharpton would be selling greasy kid stuff for teenage hair.
It will end only when you end it, when you stand on your hind legs and say enough is too much, when you shake off your (mis)education and take little Beauregard out of (government) school. Raise him to hate no one, especially including himself.
Alan Stang has been a network radio talk show host and was one of Mike Wallace's first writers. He was a senior writer for American Opinion magazine and has lectured around the world for more than 30 years. He is also the author of ten books, including, most recently, Perestroika Sunset, surrounding our Government's deception in the POW/MIA arena. If you would like him to address your group, please email what you have in mind. He is a regular columnist for Ether Zone.