December 26, 2013

Season's Gratings II

O.K., this time I really mean it!

Back in 1996, I was visiting my lib/Dem brother in New Hampshire late one November. He was the guy who was a former rep to the NH state legislature and who ran for the senate but was beaten by a Republican who got endorsed by the Dem state governor.

Go figure.

Anyway, his son was telling me all about how he and the other kids in his lib school were going to be celebrating something called Kwanzaa. I asked him what it was and he told me it was the Afro-Black Christmas. I thought how charming and moved on. A couple of years later, I found out what a bullshit, made up holiday it was but, because of my extreme disinterest, did not pursue it any further.

Until I encountered a decently short and cogent history of this farce:
We Wish You a Phony Festival

Kwanzaa was invented by a black criminal in California.
by Kathy Shaidle
December 2001

Earlier this season, countless schools and households celebrated Kwanzaa. They lit black, red and green candles (for black skin, red blood, and the green hills of Africa), and sang songs about the festival’s “seven principles,” such as faith, unity and creativity. Already big among blacks in the United States, Kwanzaa is catching on in Canada, too. Held each year from December 26 until January 2, Kwanzaa is increasingly seen as an appropriate multicultural alternative to Christmas, a holiday considered too religious and “Eurocentric” for public schools. But there is one not-so-insignificant problem with Kwanzaa. While many teachers believe it is an ancient African harvest festival, it was not born in pre-colonial West Africa, but in 1960s southern California. It is the brainchild of African-American radical activist, academic and convicted felon Ron Karenga.
I encourage you to follow the link and read was an asshole this guy Karenga was. Oh hell! Here's some more stuff to tease you:
In 1969, two rival radical groups were battling for control of the UCLA black studies program: the Black Panthers and the lesser-known US, or United Slaves, led by Mr. Karenga. Both groups sauntered around campus carrying loaded guns. Perhaps inevitably, violence erupted. As David Horowitz recalls in Radical Son, Black Panther John Higgins was “murdered—along with Al ‘Bunchy’ Carter—on the UCLA campus by members of Ron Karenga’s organization.” After the killing, the FBI infiltrated both groups, and the United Slaves turned to fighting “enemies within.” The result: two female members were tortured by their “comrades” in May, 1970. Both alledge Mr. Karenga ordered and participated in their assaults.

In 1999, writer Paul Mulshine published his research into Karenga’s violent past on FrontPageMagazine. Mr. Mulshine found a May 14, 1971, Los Angeles Times report of the victims’ testimony, which read: “The victims said they were living at Karenga’s home when Karenga accused them of trying to [poison] him. . . . When they denied it, allegedly they were beaten with an electrical cord and a hot soldering iron was put in [one victim’s] mouth and against her face. Police were told that one of [the other victim’s] toes was placed in a small vise which was allegedly tightened by one of the defendants. The following day...Karenga, holding a gun, threatened to shoot both of them.”
Now I went to UCLA in the mid-to-late sixties (graduated in 1968) and I had a belly full of this crap. A friend of mine and I were in the USAF ROTC and we used to catch hell on Tuesdays because we had to wear our uniforms to scheduled drill. One year, we were even rousted from Anglea Davis's class because she insisted no one could wear there military uniforms where she was teaching. (But it was alright for the Black Panthers to wear thir gear in the classroom. So much for free speech.) Never mind that her class was 1100-1200 and drill was the hour before.

I needed the units but it was impractical for me and my bud to go to drill, hike back to the fraternity, change clothes, and go back to Royce Hall for that black cunt's class. What a suck job. So, I ended up taking a Scandinavian lit class and enjoyed it much, much more.

Davis is up at U. C. Santa Cruz teaching the banana slugs to be commies, I think.

Must have gotten bored when he couldn't find any more broads' throats to stick soldering irons down, so it comes as no surprise that this thug made this Kwanzaa shit up. He even had the temerity to stretch it out for 7 days (whereas Christmas is only one unless you do the 11 Lords a-leaping crapola.)

Coupled with the fact that they got an entire month (February) dedicated to their culture (Black History Month) and the fact that they celebrate the legitimate MLK's birthday in January, they're sure livin' large. But, even then, they manage to stretch that out to his actual birthday and the observation of his birthday.

(Don't get me wrong. I think MLK was a noble individual, suffused with principles and dignity. He was also a Republican, a fact glossed over by all of the race pimps. But what he did took guts, standing up to the Southern racists.)

But the ultimate hypocrisy is how Kartenga packaged this piece of shit observance and embued it with good ol' commie doctrine:
This month, the religious satire magazine The Door likewise questioned Kwanzaa’s authenticity. “Karenga cobbled together a mishmash of different traditions and languages and blended them with Marxist ideas to reflect a unified African culture that doesn’t exist anywhere,” it reported. Ujamaa, or “cooperative economics”—one of the seven principles of Kwanzaa—is the term the socialist leader of Tanzania, Julius Nyerere, used for his disastrous policy of putting tens of thousands of Tanzanians on collective farms.

“People think it’s African, but it’s not,” admitted Karenga in a 1978 Washington Post interview. “I put it around Christmas because I knew that’s when a lot of ‘bloods’ [Blacks] would be partying.”
Anyway, just thought you'd like to know the actual ROOTS of Kwanzaa.

Peace out, man!


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