It’s time again to look back at the hot-off-the-grill reporting that marinated in the midday sun of one of America’s worst natural disasters. As if we’re going to have a choice this week. In the pantheon of racist caricatures, few are more pernicious than those of cannibalism. More than a few forks were lowered at the dinner table when allegedly reputable race authority Randall Robinson, author of The Debt: What America Owes To Blacks, baked a tasty blood libel from scratch in the factually flexible Huffinglue Post:
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.
For those who’ve been caused to listen for a lifetime to America’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 country’s story.
Monstrous fraud is most certainly a way to describe Robinson. Self-confessed Castrophile, tire necklacing Jean-Bertrand Aristide acolyte and who once described white people as “little more than upper primates”. It is a well-seasoned irony that the charge of cannibalism would be cooked up by someone so accustomed to putting his own foot in his mouth.