Three questions. When in history have mobs wearing masks and hoods beating on defenseless people ever stood on the side of righteousness? If one is against fascism, why are your team colors red and black? If what you’re doing is legit, why the mask?
The level of physical aggression evinced by the Antifa brigades of Portland and elsewhere is remarkable only by its cowardice. Cold-cocking people when their back is turned. Pepper-spraying from two feet away while the recipient is busy fending off other harassers. Tossing concrete milkshakes in peoples faces. Tripping, spitting on, kicking people on the way down. A tire iron upside the head, while the victim is bending over to assist a woman.
Always from the weak side. Only from the safety of overwhelming numerical superiority.
Would any of these people behave this way mano a mano, or more tellingly, on neutral ground? Would they try it in Texas?
Portland is now the mirror image of Birmingham, Alabama 1963, only creepier. Lawless mobs execute political violence in the street in open view of police, who allow them to act with impunity, in accordance with directives from city officials. The targeted beating of journalist Andy Ngo this weekend for reporting fearlessly (and alone) on Antifa has revealed a will to power on the Left distinguished by joyful sadism: Everyone to the right of us is fascist. We should punch fascists preemptively. They should have no freedom of assembly, nor of speech. Milkshake them all.
Our very woke media is tacitly endorsing this notion that those who voted for Trump forfeit civil rights, including the right to enjoy a meal peaceably at a restaurant. A nation in which vigilanteism is licensed for the anointed is not one which will hold together.
My Valley is brown. My Valley is gay. My Los Angeles is very liberal. Brown and gay are always welcome at my table. Twenty years as a citizen of Los Angeles has scourged me of my liberal impulses. I am a man heterodox in his views. Somehow I get through my day without the urge to beat on people, although I do talk at the TV from time to time, refining other people’s arguments, basking in the unimpeded glory of my own.
The Portland-ization of Los Angeles has remained south of Ventura Blvd, for now, and for this I am grateful, but it will not last. Even Van Nuys will be made to choose. The world may not like our answer. We know Fa when we see it.
*photo credit Wall Street Journal, YouTube