Posted on 09/02/2018 2:01:16 PM PDT by Twotone
It is often said that we should worry about the world we are leaving to the younger generation. I am a bit more worried about the poor world, given the state of the younger generation who will soon have custody of it. Last week, for example, the students of Manchester University have decided that Rudyard Kipling’s poem “If” is not suitable for their college because he was raaaaacisst. Of course. They have replaced his poem with some vapid drivel from the serially overrated Maya Angelou. It might have been better if they’d simply rewritten Kipling’s verse, adapted it for modern times. I tried to help out in the Sunday Times today:
If you can self-define as something you’re not,
And crawl into victimhood, however well-bred
And spew out tendentious sub-teenage rot
And wear a vagina on top of your head,
And whine like a ninny, inside your safe space,
When the real world intrudes on the crap you’ve averred,
Then apply to our college – we’ll give you a place,
(For about £30k). And you’ll get a third.
Still trying to figure out how If is rascist
That’s easy - it was written by a White man.
Maya "Aunt Jemima" Angelou's real name is Marguerite Annie Johnson.
Louis "Louie X" Farrakhan's real name is Louis Eugene Walcott.
Both of them are a couple phonies and fakers from way back. The people who slobber over "Maya's" dross are really commenting on their own vapidity.
I saw Maya Angelou at Oregon State U back in the 80’s. We had the usual black power types running around at the time. At her talk, one of them stood up & asked her if every black person should spend some time in Africa (as she had done) so as to experience a totally black culture. Her response:
“The only thing you will learn from a trip to Africa is that you are an American.”
A pretty good line. I wish more people understood it.
Even better was Muhammad Ali, after fighting George Foreman in then-Zaire, was asked, "What do you think of Africa?" To which Ali replied, "Thank God my granddaddy got on that boat!"
“Still trying to figure out how If is rascist”
I was going to say it speaks to more traditional values and rugged individualism, as well as decency, civility and virtue. But that’s too complicated and difficult for snowflakes and gimmedats to ponder. They would hurt themselves. Therefore, it must be simply because it was written by a dead white guy. So they replaced it with black poetry.
One of the missions of the left is to erase history, bit by bit. They will not stop until there’s nothing left to destroy.
It is unethical to rewrite Kipling or other authors unable to defend their works.
Kipling is one of my favorites. As a novelist, not so much. But as a poet, he ranks with the best.
One of the missions of the left is to erase history, bit by bit. They will not stop until there’s nothing left to destroy.
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And they get away with it. Good Men do nothing, so evil wins.
Good thing we have plenty Bad Men coming up who wont be kept from roflstomping the scumbag left.
When that starts, Good Men be advised. Sit down. Shut up. You had your turn.
This kipling piece is still valid
“Now it is not good for the Christian’s health to hustle the Arian Brown,
For the Christian riles, and the Arian smiles, and it weareth the Christian down;
And the end of the fight is a tombstone white with the name of the late deceased,
And the epitath drear:”A fool lies here who tried to Hustle the East.”
Rudyard Kipling
“The Naulahka”
Perceptive! I wish more people, many Freepers included, really understood that mission, which is to chuck real history down Orwell's Memory Hole. Our government schools are already doing a great job of teaching "selective" history. The left wants to replace real history with with something along the lines of Mao's Little Red Book that we'll all be forced to memorize and obey.
Nor can poetry be translated to another lanquage.
Trying to impress me with her intellect, she said she was reading something by Dostoevsky. (She pronounced it Das-steves-key though)
I asked her if she liked Kipling.
She replied:
"I don't know; I've never kippled."
if kipling had lived on chicago’s south side —
When you’re wounded and left on englewood’s plains,
And the gangbangers come out to cut up what remains,
Jest roll grab your glock and blow out your brains
An’ go to your Gawd like a white boy.
I prefer Kipling’s best poem:
Their voices were even and low.
Their eyes were level and straight.
There was neither sign nor show
When the Saxon began to hate.
It was not preached to the crowd.
It was not taught by the state.
No man spoke it aloud
When the Saxon began to hate.
It was not suddently bred.
It will not swiftly abate.
Through the chilled years ahead,
When Time shall count from the date
That the Saxon began to hate.
Once they destroy what they consider evil they will turn upon the group and destroy those who are not "loyal to the revolution." It will be a case of 'last man standing.' But then that last person would have to be destroyed because they would soon realize that they are the most evil thing left in the world.
Dane-Geld
A.D. 980-1016
It is always a temptation to an armed and agile nation
To call upon a neighbour and to say: --
"We invaded you last night--we are quite prepared to fight,
Unless you pay us cash to go away."
And that is called asking for Dane-geld,
And the people who ask it explain
That you've only to pay 'em the Dane-geld
And then you'll get rid of the Dane!
It is always a temptation for a rich and lazy nation,
To puff and look important and to say: --
"Though we know we should defeat you, we have not the time to meet you.
We will therefore pay you cash to go away."
And that is called paying the Dane-geld;
But we've proved it again and again,
That if once you have paid him the Dane-geld
You never get rid of the Dane.
It is wrong to put temptation in the path of any nation,
For fear they should succumb and go astray;
So when you are requested to pay up or be molested,
You will find it better policy to say: --
"We never pay any-one Dane-geld,
No matter how trifling the cost;
For the end of that game is oppression and shame,
And the nation that pays it is lost!"
They would freak out if you told them that he wrote “The Jungle Book.”
There’s a widow in sleepy Chester
Who weeps for her only son;
There’s a grave on the Pabeng River,
A grave that the Burmans shun;
And there’s Subadar Prag Tewarri
Who tells how the work was done.
You know, I think Subadar Prag Tewarri and I would get along just fine.
I think Kipling would be on board with this rewrite. He’d see the humor of it.
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