Randall Robinson is a well known “social justice” advocate. And by “social justice” advocate, I mean “perpetual victim status huckster”. While I never read his book “The Debt: What America Owes To Blacks”, if I am to assume that he incorporates the vigorous fact checking process that he deployed in his Reparations argument (that he concocted with the late and still not missed Johnnie Cochran) to current events, then America not only owes blacks fat stacks of greenbacks but also quite a few packets of ketchup:
It is reported that black hurricane victims in New Orleans have begun eating corpses to survive. Four days after the storm, thousands of blacks in New Orleans are dying like dogs. No-one has come to help them.
I am a sixty-four year old African-American.
New Orleans marks the end of the America I strove for.
I am hopeless. I am sad. I am angry against my country for doing nothing when it mattered.
This is what we have come to. This defining watershed moment in AmericaÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s racial history. For all the world to witness. For those whoÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ve been caused to listen for a lifetime to AmericaÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s ceaseless hollow bleats about democracy…….
…..My hand shakes with anger as I write. I, the formerly un-jaundiced human rights advocate, have finally come to see my country for what it really is. A monstrous fraud.
But what can I do but write about how I feel. How millions, black like me, must feel at this, the lowest moment in my countryÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s story.
You got me there Randall. I thought my day was going bad until I realized blacks had been forced into cannibalism by Shrimp W. McChickenshitcoward. As I have always been one to try and alleviate these terrible inequities between our races – allow me to be the first to say, “Randall, put what’s left of Tyree down and eat me”.
My gift to you, sickfuck.