Once in a while someone takes pleasure scolding me for
saying that the Jews treat America
like a private plantation. They tell me I don't know what I'm talking about
because I never heard the stories they heard from relatives whose ancestors
used to own or run a plantation on some Caribbean
island … or something like that.
I never responded privately to these people because when I
have something to say, I say it openly for all to see and hear, and for all to
judge me as they see fit. As it happens, I now have an answer for these people
and for those who read this blog. They can begin by reading the article that
Elliott Abrams wrote under the title: “How to restore Free Speech on Campus”
and the subtitle: “It's a simple solution, and sure to be wildly popular,”
published on April 24, 2017 in the Weekly Standard.
After complaining that Conservatives such as himself get
heckled when they try to give a speech on a university campus in America , Abrams
tells how it happened that he discovered a solution to the problem by accident.
He says he spoke at Berkeley
just last week where he was not silenced at a time when the university is
“mired in a dispute over letting Ann Coulter [also a Conservative] speak.” So,
how is it that he made it without incident; not even a little dispute?
In fact, his story begins a few hours earlier when he went
to a nearby institution where he visited an old boss he had worked for at the
White House eons ago. That's when the old man warned him that if he gives a
speech at Berkeley
and doesn't get rioted, his reputation will be ruined. Abrams took a chance
anyway and went to Berkeley
where he gave a speech … and no one rioted. Oh no! God forbid. Was he ruined?
Actually no he says; that didn't happen because he got
lucky. He explains that the day he gave the speech at Berkeley was April 20. This happens to be a
special day of the year, nicknamed “420,” which is code that means marijuana.
No one knows why it was given this name, but that's the way it is (Forgive me,
Walter Cronkite.) On that day, says Elliott Abrams, “pot smokers on campuses
across the land [of America ]
gather to celebrate,” which they do by consuming cannabis, he goes on to say.
And that's what saved his reputation, he cheerfully asserts.
How is that you ask? He tells you how: “As I walked across the campus I crossed
a field of pot smokers. You could get high just walking through the crowd, and
a smoky haze hung over the happy students. Of course no one showed up to riot …
It was that they were Too Stoned to Riot”.
Well, he says you could get high walking through the crowd.
He also says he walked through the crowd. Did he get high? He is not saying.
But what if he did? How can we be sure that what he's telling us is the true
story of a sober Abrams, and not the fantasy of a stoned Abrams? You figure it
out.
But being the genius that he is, he knew he had stumbled on
his eureka moment even if he's not an ancient Greek philosopher. He
instinctively exclaimed: “This is the solution!” What? Come again! Solution?
Solution to what? Solution to the problems of a plantation whose future workers
are learning how to be restless at an early age instead of learning how to be
quiet, obey their masters and prepare to serve them well.
The solution, he goes on to explain is for “administrators
and faculty members not to bar controversial speakers. Just announce a brief
celebration of cannabis and all will be calm, even joyful. Too Stoned To
Riot––I can see the T shirt now.” Here it is, my friend, now you know why the
eureka of a contemporary Jew is superior to the eureka of an ancient Greek. It
is that the Jew knows how to get blood from a stone without being stoned.
But how can I look at this scene and honestly say it makes America appear
to be a Jewish plantation? The answer is that I lived in a French colony called
Djibouti
in the middle of the last century, and this scene reminds me of what used to go
on in that place. The paramount objective of the colonial power being to keep
the “natives” happy and quiet, the state supplied them with the narcotics that
kept them stoned. Elliott Abrams would have loved that place.
To understand how crucial that service was to governance,
the reader needs to know that Djibouti was of great strategic importance to the
French but a hot and arid place, and of little use to large scale agriculture.
Thus, the available land and water were used to grow food and nothing else. It
meant that the narcotics “Khat” had to be imported from Yemen across the Red Sea .
The trouble is that Khat is effective only when it is fresh. This meant that a
daily supply had to be flown-in to Djibouti come hell or high water.
But the time was five years after the Second World War, and
the French had only one plane on the Djibouti
to Aden run. It
was a rickety old “Junker” that the French had captured from the Germans. Even
then, they gave it the number one priority of getting the Khat from Yemen
… and then do the other tasks if not in maintenance preparing for the next Khat
run.