How far do they intend to push this? - today's edition

This is the kind of poison they're publishing in the campus paper of the third-oldest university in post-America:

A student reporter from Yale University published a significantly racist piece, atleast according to the new standards set forth by the PC police mentality that has been recently pushed by the Democratic party.

According to The Federalist, Isis Davis-Marks, the Yale Daily News opinion editor, published a piece advising minority students to spy on “white boy” students and ruin their lives later.

That is not an exaggeration. That is what she actually said.

Everyone knows a white boy with shiny brown hair and a saccharine smile that conceals his great ambitions. He could be in Grand Strategy or the Yale Political Union. Maybe he’s the editor-in-chief of the News. He takes his classes. He networks. And, when it comes time for graduation, he wins all the awards.

Just to put this first paragraph in perspective.  Remove the word White and Replace it with “black.”  Racist now?   The double standards seem more and more evident each day.

One day, I’ll turn on the television — or, who knows, maybe televisions will be obsolete by this point — and I’ll see him sitting down for his Senate confirmation hearing. Yes, he’ll be a bit older, with tiny wrinkles sprouting at the corners of his eyes and a couple of gray hairs jutting out of the top of his widow’s peak. But that smile, that characteristic saccharine smile, will remain the same.
When I’m watching the white boy — who is now a white man by this point — on CNN, I’ll remember a racist remark that he said, an unintentional utterance that he made when he had one drink too many at a frat party during sophomore year. I’ll recall a message that he accidentally left open on a computer when he forgot to log out of iMessage, where he likened a woman’s body to a particularly large animal. I’ll kick myself for forgetting to screenshot the evidence.

Davis-Marks Solution to what her and others can do to make certain to destroy their lives.

We allow things to skate by. We forget. We say, “No, he couldn’t have done that,” or, “But he’s so nice.” No questions are asked when our friends accept job offers from companies that manufacture weapons or contribute to gentrification in cities. We merely smile at them and wave as we walk across our residential college courtyards and do nothing. Thirty years later, we kick ourselves when it’s too late.

But I can’t do that anymore — I can’t let things slip by. I’m watching you, white boy. And this time, I’m taking the screenshot. 

The framing of what's happening in our society as war is clearly no longer figurative.

This is the end product of where the implicit-bias workshops put on by the diversity officer on the payroll of your local school corporation, of diversity circles, of white privilege conferences, of the "stop the hate" panel discussions put on by a typical post-American community's race hustlers, of Stacey Abrams' insistence that identity figure into public policy, are taking things.

These people mean business. We attempt to engage them reasonably at our mortal peril.