[when the time is right]

Multiculturalism is the politically correct word for "racism". It was used by politically correct people to keep "foreigners" separate.

By implying that "certain" immigrants should stay in "ethnic" areas to "protect" their culture it kept them at a safe distance from the established elite who could visit their restaurants and attend their annual festivals and sample their culture without having to fear it would affect their lives.

[Maceman]

The dark side of multiculturalism

There's a bright side?

[1234]

great article-Rummie could understand it-but can Pres. Bush get these concepts out to the people "in time"?

[Gritty]

[olderwiser]

"If Mark Twain's Huckleberry Finn can be analysed as a white-supremacist tract, as postmodern literary analysis contends..."

Too bad Samuel L. Clemens isn't around today to skewer/lampoon the post-moderns. But writers like Tom Wolfe and P.J. O'Rourke have a bit of Twain's spirit.

The best way to savage these people is to laugh at their moronic notions.

[ConservativeStLouisGuy]

Thanks for posting this! Excellent analysis!

Here is the first part (I read this too -- just as good!):

Age Of Terror, Age Of Illusions (Part One) - by Robert Sibley

[hellinahandcart]

Thirty-two years later, at President Bill Clinton's inauguration, Maya Angelou's poem, "On the Pulse of Morning," portrayed a badly tarnished America. In fact, Angelou didn't once use the words "America" or "American." Instead, she identified 27 racial, religious, tribal and ethnic groups -- Muslim, Arab, Asian, Hispanic, Pawnee, Ashanti, Jews, Irish, Scandinavian and even Eskimos (Inuit, for politically corrected Canadians), among others. She denounced the repression these groups suffered at the hands of the United States' "armed struggles for profit" and its "bloody sear" of "cynicism." (How, you might ask, has the U.S. oppressed Scandinavians?) The United States, Angelou concluded, may be "wedded forever to fear, yoked eternally to brutishness."

Man, I don't remember this.

Maybe hearing the poem pushed me over the line between "drowning my sorrows" and "unconscious".