An article in the New York Post by Chadwick Moore, a self-described gay man, is an excellent window into the poisoned political atmosphere resulting from (and perhaps contributing to) the election of Donald Trump (“I’m a gay New Yorker — and I’m coming out as a conservative“). The very many Trump supporters who have found that longtime friends, lovers, and family will no longer speak to them — apart from invidious name-calling — will perhaps find a bit of solace in his experience.

Moore made the tragic mistake of writing a neutral article about Milo Yiannopoulis in Out, a liberal magazine catering to gays.

After the story posted online in the early hours of October 21, I woke up to more than 100 Twitter notifications on my iPhone. Trolls were calling me a Nazi, death threats rolled in and a joke photo that I posed for in a burka served as “proof” that I am an Islamophobe.

I’m not.

Most disconcertingly, it wasn’t just strangers voicing radical discontent. Personal friends of mine — men in their 60s who had been my longtime mentors — were coming at me. They wrote on Facebook that the story was “irresponsible” and “dangerous.” A dozen or so people unfriended me. A petition was circulated online, condemning the magazine and my article. All I had done was write a balanced story on an outspoken Trump supporter for a liberal, gay magazine, and now I was being attacked. I felt alienated and frightened.

I hope New Yorkers can be as accepting of my new status as a conservative man as they’ve been about my sexual orientation.

I lay low for a week or so. Finally, I decided to go out to my local gay bar in Williamsburg, where I’ve been a regular for 11 years. I ordered a drink but nothing felt the same; half the place — people with whom I’d shared many laughs — seemed to be giving me the cold shoulder. Upon seeing me, a friend who normally greets me with a hug and kiss pivoted and turned away.

Frostiness spread far beyond the bar, too. My best friend, with whom I typically hung out multiple times per week, was suddenly perpetually unavailable. Finally, on Christmas Eve, he sent me a long text, calling me a monster, asking where my heart and soul went, and saying that all our other friends are laughing at me.

I realized that, for the first time in my adult life, I was outside of the liberal bubble and looking in. What I saw was ugly, lock step, incurious and mean-spirited. …

I began to realize that maybe my opinions just didn’t fit in with the liberal status quo, which seems to mean that you must absolutely hate Trump, his supporters and everything they believe. If you dare not to protest or boycott Trump, you are a traitor.

If you dare to question liberal stances or make an effort toward understanding why conservatives think the way they do, you are a traitor.

Note particularly the last comment: “If you dare to question liberal stances or make an effort toward understanding why conservatives think the way they do, you are a traitor.” Being a Trump supporter is not simply misguided. Such a person is malevolent. Such a person is consumed by hatred, anger and fear towards gays, women, non-Whites, and every group in the victim class pantheon. Even trying to understand such a person is itself evil.

And that’s the problem. Being cast as evil means you are outside the moral community. There’s no need to talk with you, no need to be fair, or even worry about your safety. You are like an outlaw in Old Norse society  —“a person [who] lost all of his or her civil rights and could be killed on sight without any legal repercussions” — or sucker-punched by antifas, an action that is much approved on the left.  By vilifying us as moral cretins, people automatically close off the possibility of even trying to see the world as we see it. After all, if a person is morally culpable, there is the implication that that person is blameworthy. Excuses like having different, sincerely held beliefs, no matter how well-founded, don’t have to be considered. Immorality implies malicious intentions.

When I was growing up in the Midwest, coming out to my family at the age of 15 was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done. Today, it’s just as nerve-wracking coming out to all of New York as a conservative. But, like when I was 15, it’s also weirdly exciting.

I’ve already told my family, and it’s brought me closer to my father. He’s a Republican and a farmer in Iowa, and for years we just didn’t have very much to talk about. But after Trump’s inauguration, we chatted for two hours, bonding over the ridiculousness of lefties. But we also got serious: He told me that he is proud of my writing, and I opened up about my personal life in a way I never had before to him.

I’ve made some new friends and also lost some who refuse to speak to me. I’ve come around on Republican pundit Ann Coulter, who I now think is smart and funny and not a totally hateful, self-righteous bigot. A year ago, this would have been unfathomable to me. …

 

And I hope that New Yorkers can be as open-minded and accepting of my new status as a conservative man as they’ve been about my sexual orientation.

Good luck with that!

I don’t know the exact nature of the death of Maria Ladenberger, the daughter of an EU official who was recently raped and drowned by an Afghan migrant, who had been let into Germany by Angela Merkel, but I suspect that the real cause of death wasn’t an excess of water in the lungs but rather a deficiency of Vitamin-“R”.

Vitamin R, in case you haven’t guessed it, is Vitamin “Racism,” yes, that word again, a word that is applied to everything from Nazi death camps to so-called “microaggressions,” and since we don’t have actual Nazi death camps anymore, or even KKK lynch mobs, it generally refers to people feeling slightly uncomfortable or suspicious of people of other races and cultures whose ways they don’t particularly understand or like.

This may seem somewhat trivial for most of us most of the time, but for a young woman cycling along a deserted path late at night, it has rather a lot of utility. She was apparently returning home from a party after 2:37am.

Like William Blake’s famous Tiger, this crime is almost awe-inspiring in its fearful symmetry, although it is a symmetry of a bleak and unforgiving Manichean kind  —the evil, ingratitude, and brutality of the Afghan is almost perfectly matched by the innocence, generosity, and vulnerability of the “privileged” German girl.

The scene of the rape was a cycle path — created by Germans keen to create a clean, healthy, and well-functioning society, only for it to be used as a sordid and convenient location for the throwaway lust of someone from a savage and brutal society. The manner of Maria’s death seems especially galling — dumped and drowned with apparent contempt, presumably as post-coital Islam reasserted its fake morality over the killer’s temporarily lust-purged mind and manifested itself as shame and disgust with the raped kufar meat.

As for young Maria, it seems clear that she had been steeped in what James Lawrence recently referred to as the Cosmopolitanism of her EU flunky parents, and had fully taken that ideology and identity to heart.

She was studying to be a doctor — yes, Medicin Sans Frontier. etc. — and was, of course, helping out at the local refugee center (yes, every German town now had one thanks to “Mother” Merkel).

This place may be where she first came to the attention of her rapist and killer, or it may not be. But this fact alone points out her glaring naïveté — a young, attractive women placing herself in the vicinity of the deep sexual frustrations of young Muslim men separated from their own women and the substitutes for women that their culture provides out of grim necessity; meanwhile Germany pays for cute little lectures on picking up German girls that succeed in sending out a signal of weakness rather than actually helping Mustafa and Mohammed score with Helga and Hannah down at the local Eurodisco.

It is not just individuals who now lack Vitamin-“R”. Germany and Sweden show that it is also states and societies, especially those marked out for destruction. But it is found in its most tragic form in cases of young women raped and murdered.

It is glaringly obvious that Maria was a person completely lacking in this vital mental vitamin, the age-old antidote to the naive acceptance of dangers we don’t understand. Maybe she had no warning of the actual attack, if her assailant leaped from his hiding place, or maybe she actually stopped for him. But she at least knew the situation, i.e., that her town was full of young male strangers.

To any rational person, it would have seemed an act of extreme foolishness to cycle alone along a deserted path that late at night. But for someone with Maria’s background and clear lack of Vitamin-“R”, to even think like that would have outraged not only her anti-racist sentiments, but probably her feminist ones as well,

Had she lived it is not improbable that her beliefs would merely have pushed her into a different kind of death — a self-sacrificing career in the NGO or public sector, serving the rising invader population, with one to zero children herself.

Sadly but not surprisingly, Maria’s values are shared by her parents. Her father is a senior legal official in the EU whose main goal seems to be to displace the traditional people and culture of Europe. One might think that he would rethink his commitment to importing rapefugees, but in lieu of flowers, he asked that donations be given to Bangladeshi Catholic Church whose homepage states, “We support refugees and asylum seekers with family sponsorships in refugee dormitory Bissierstraße in finding accommodation or employment transitions.”

This is another example of who Christopher Donovan has called the Amy Biehl Syndrome in which altruistic Whites are murdered by the people they are trying to help, followed by parents who forgive and commiserate with the murderers. White pathology indeed.