Latest Hollywood hit-piece on Whites
Review of Invictus
May 24th, 2010 by Matt Parrott
Clint Eastwood’s latest attempt to school America on racial issues takes place at the very moment in history that South Africa went to the dogs. To contrast the struggle between White and Black South Africa, we see a White rugby coach watch Mandela being escorted from imprisonment declare “This is the day our country went to the dogs.” Shortly thereafter, we hear a clip of the global media declaring “This is the day the world has been waiting for!”
While the two lines were intended to contrast the two sides of the struggle, to understand this historical event is to understand that the lines don’t really contradict one another: the world had been waiting for South Africa to go to the dogs. Every government in the world had submitted to the global imperative of replacing Whites except for one, the “skunk of the world”, South Africa.
The world did everything it could to abet Black Africa’s tribal agenda, including boycotts, embargoes, and agitprop to turn the entire world against the beleaguered White regime. But it’s a waste of time and energy to try to defeat Whites on their own martial and mercantile terms. All one needs to do to drive White nations into the sea is pretend that you’re not trying to do so. Then they’ll, like the mythical lemmings, drive themselves into the sea.
InvictusAll you need is a Judas Goat like Nelson Mandela or one of David Axelrod’s fabrications to persuade them that you’re transcending your own racial and tribal concerns, and Whites’ altruistic instincts will do the work for you. In hindsight, it’s obvious to anybody observing South Africa that this was an elaborate ruse, and that the Blacks never seriously hoped for or worked toward manifesting all that “rainbow nation” bullshit.
But who’s observing South Africa? Nobody. That’d be a real downer. The Apartheid villains were defeated and THEN THEY ALL LIVED HAPPILY EVER AFTER.
And that’s what’s the most despicable thing about Invictus. Throughout the movie, impotent, mean-spirited, hateful Archie Bunker types barked what the movie dismissed as misguided canards. One White guy angrily objected, “Look at Zimbabwe and Mozambique. They’re going to take our jobs and drive us into the sea!”
Every single thing these reactive bigots predicted proved spot on, of course. And I assumed until I saw the closing credits that Clint Eastwood would attempt in some way to square the circle. It was only later in the afternoon that I remembered what I keep forgetting, that facts don’t matter to these people. What matters is projecting themselves as victorious, intelligent, attractive, and high status.
Earlier racial parables from the mainstream media no longer work that well. Gone are the days of the Black wheelchair-bound rocket scientist of the 80’s or the tedious finger-wagging Pocahontas cartoon of the 90’s. The newer ones, like Gran Torino, The Blind Side, and Invictus largely drop the guilt shtick in favor of pity. Ditch your own family and adopt a struggling Black one. Leave your own womb barren and abet another woman’s fecundity. Abandon the nation you and your forefathers raised up from the wilderness and gift it to the sullen foreigners in your midst.
And then they will all live happily ever after.
Happily Ever After