"We chose to acknowledge 9/11 by reading a poem that focused on cross-cultural understanding rather than unsettling words and images associated with the event,”
The left never changes. It's a toxic moral rot. It isn't even capable of comprehending its own awfulness. It marches on with no trace of decency, only the arrogant self-assurance of those who insist that they know better because of some imaginary humanitarian moral superiority.
On Wednesday, the 12th anniversary of the September 11, 2001 terror attacks, the principal at Concord-Carlisle High School in the suburbs of Boston read a Muslim poem to the entire school instead of the Pledge of Allegiance.
“We had the well-being of students at the forefront of our thinking when we chose to acknowledge 9/11 by reading a poem that focused on cross-cultural understanding rather than unsettling words and images associated with the event,” the principal’s apology explained.
We wouldn't want any "unsettling images". Would we?
The poem was from Mohja Kahf, a Muslim writer and poet who specializes in whining about how awful America is to her. The opening line of her first novel is... "Liar," she says to the highway sign that claims "The People of Indiana Welcome You."
It goes on from there.
Poor Mohja Kahf. Poor Muslims. Mean intolerant Americans are always so bigoted toward them.
Instead of reciting the Pledge of Allegiance or any unsettling images from the mass murder of 3,000 Americans in the name of Islamic Supremacism, Principal Peter Badalament chose to read Mohja Kahf's poem, "My Grandmother Washes Her Feet in the Sink of the Bathroom at Sears" in which her Syrian grandmother argues with American women who don't want her following the Islamic ritual of washing her feet in a sink where people wash their hands.
"You can't do that," one of the women protests,turning to me, "Tell her she can't do that.""We wash our feet five times a day,"my grandmother declares hotly in Arabic."My feet are cleaner than their sink.Worried about their sink, are they? Ishould worry about my feet!"My grandmother nudges me, "Go on, tell them."