The Only Good “White Ally” Is a Dead White Ally

The Only Good “White Ally” Is a Dead White Ally, by David Cole.

We’ve reached the point where “allyship” has become the No. 1 priority of the average white American. A higher priority than family, employment, or even physical safety and well-being.

The problem is, blacks don’t seem to be very interested in white allyship at the moment. …

When white Antifa terrorists like Michael Reinoehl blow away other whites, or when other whites like Kyle Rittenhouse blow away white Antifa terrorists like Joseph Rosenbaum, Anthony Huber, and Gaige Grosskreutz, blacks don’t care. It’s just whiteys killing whiteys. That’s why the Rittenhouse shootings provoked no major retaliatory unrest. Crackas killin’ crackas is a win-win for BLM, which sees these “allies” as fodder, not besties. …

Allies just want to feel good, about themselves:

The unbearable agony of the white ally was experienced firsthand by a guy I covered in this column two weeks ago. [See here.] Dr. Brian Richardson is an Alabama urologist who, along with another doctor, hatched the greatest, most amazing plan in the history of white saviorism: White doctors should wear black scrubs because the sight of a doctor wearing fabric that sorta looks like black skin will make blacks feel good about themselves or good about whites or something along those lines (the details are fuzzy).

#BlackScrubsForBlackLives day was Aug. 28, and even with heavy promotion from the national news media, the thing laid such a rancid egg I damn near got salmonellosis reading about it. A search of the #BlackScrubs hashtag shows that the paltry few who “commemorated” the event were Richardson’s fellow white saviors. The tag didn’t even slightly crack “black Twitter.”

Embittered by the tragic reality that he wasn’t spending his big day being carried around like a hero on the shoulders of the Crimson Tide, poor Doc Richardson took out his frustrations by whining to me on Twitter over the course of a couple of hours, seemingly under the impression that his project was sunk by my critical coverage rather than his scheme’s inherent crappiness. …

The doc called me an “unforgiving critic” who was selfishly not offering “the solution” to “racism and discrimination.” I replied that there is no “solution,” only policies that can at best mitigate certain inequities. And even if there were a solution, it certainly wouldn’t consist of “wearing magic clothes.”

“So why wear pink ribbons for breast cancer?” the doc snapped back. “Blue ribbons for prostate cancer? The color or ribbon never killed one cancer cell — but you know what it did do? Uplift, encourage, and support those battling the cancer. Is there any value in demonstrating love and compassion?”

My reply: “Such things make the wearers feel good about themselves, which is fine. But they don’t do anything. I’m glad you get something out of your campaign. And if the campaign were promoted as ‘wear black to help Dr. Brian Richardson feel good about himself,’ I’d praise the honesty. But promoting it as ‘making a difference’ to anyone but yourself is dishonest and/or misguided.”

The doc accused me of spreading “hate rhetoric,” claiming that when he opines publicly, “it’s for a good cause.”

On that we agreed: “Your campaign WAS for a good cause; I got an excellent column out of it.”

Many people, after they’ve been in the competitive virtue signaling rat race of political correctness for a few years, become old enough and wise enough to realize they are mainly just doing it for themselves. It must be an embarrassing moment for them, when they realize most of us could see that all along.