It’s tough being white at the Columbia University School of Law. You hang with your hip minority friends, crowded four to a room in Yonkers and then go home to the mid-town duplex your aunt is lending you. Guilt! You eat out at hip ethnic restaurants1before they become trendy and notice that your hip ethnic friends are always eating at McDonalds. Guilt! You see them scrimp for a month to rent a Civic from ZipCar and then think about the new Beemer hybrid your folks got you for graduation. You want to give it up, since you practically never use it, but somehow you never do. Double guilt! Triple guilt!
Anyone carrying that much guilt around just can’t handle any more. So when two, count ‘em, two! grand juries fail to indict white cops for killing black guys, well, it’s more than a honkie can handle. Seriously, how can you take exams when you’re carrying a triple load of post-colonial guilt on your pampered shoulders? It’s just not fair!
Over at Reason, Robby Soave gives a reasonably complete rundown of the waves of angst sweeping through the ranks the nation’s best and brightest, most of whom go to bed at night dreaming of becoming billionaires before they’re thirty. Oy vey, oy vey.
Afterwords: The other bubble
I do find it hilarious that the nation’s smartest kids bust their self-promoting asses to get into elite schools and spend $40,000 a year or thereabouts for the privilege of marinating in politically correct bullshit, all so that they can go on to Wall Street or Silicon Valley in pursuit of a 256-foot yacht.2 But I also find it hilarious that conservatives think that when a right-wing racist exposes herself as a right-wing racist, it’s outrageous for “the media” to expose her as a right-wing racist.
