Congressional Democrats and their media allies are bellowing that president elect Donald Trump is a racist anti-Semite and so are his advisers such as Steve Bannon. This tsunami of hysteria, as David Horowitz noted, has no basis in fact, but it does invite a look back at the influences of the outgoing President of the United States.
The 1995 Dreams from My Father, the Dead Sea Scrolls of the president’s story, comes subtitled A Story of Race and Inheritance. By page 85 the author has already met “Frank,” the poetic happy-drunk who tells him “black people have a reason to hate.” The jovial Frank, as the author acknowledged on television in 1995, is really Frank Marshall Davis, an African-American Stalinist who spent his life supporting all-white Communist dictatorships.
Frank encourages the author to pursue higher education, but not to leave his race at the door. At upscale Occidental College he goes to the library and reads James Baldwin, Ralph Ellison, Langston Hughes, Richard Wright, and W.E.B. DuBois. He finds all of them “exhausted, bitter men, the devil at their heels,” a remarkable statement given that Frank had described Richard Wright as the most powerful writer black America had produced. For the author of Dreams from My Father, “only Malcolm X’s autobiography seemed to offer something different.” One line in the book stayed with him, Malcolm’s wish that the white blood that ran through him “might be expunged.”
A few pages later, the author and his friend Ray meet a tall, gaunt man named Malik, and an unnamed fellow overhears the conversation. “Malcolm tells it like it is, no doubt about it,” the guy says. This prompts yet another guy to speak out, and those looking for a light moment during the current hysteria might consult the video of the current President of the United States reading the passage on television:
“Yeah, but I tell you what. You won’t see me moving to no African jungle anytime soon. Or some goddamned desert somewhere, sitting on a carpet with a bunch of Arabs. And you won’t see me stop eating no ribs. Gotta have them ribs. And pussy, too. Don’t Malcolm talk about no pussy? Now you know that ain’t gonna work.”
The reading sounds like something out of the Black Acting School in Robert Townsend’s 1987 Hollywood Shuffle. Malik, meanwhile, explains that he is “follower of the Nation of Islam.” Even so, Dreams from My Father provides no information about the Nation of Islam, as Stanley Crouch had done in the Village Voice in 1985.
In the view of Nation of Islam leader Louis Farrakhan, Crouch wrote, “the white man was a devil ‘grafted’ from black people in an evil genetic experiment by a mad, pumpkin-headed scientist named Yacub. That experiment took place 6000 years ago. Now the white man was doomed, sentenced to destruction by Allah.” The Nation of Islam “proclaimed that the black man was the original man,” and that “the first devils to roll off Yacub’s assembly line were the Jews.”
Nation of Islam writers blasted Crouch as a “disaffected negro Judeophile,” but Crouch, author of Notes of a Hanging Judge and other books, did not change his views after the Dreams author became President of the United States. In July of 2010, Crouch wrote:
“The Nation believed that the white man was a ‘grafted’ creature made in a laboratory by a mad black scientist named Yakub.” Further, “Neither [Martin Luther] King nor any reputable people doing serious work would have anything to do with the Nation of Islam. It was too racist and too much of an intellectual embarrassment.”
The Nation of Islam was not too racist, too anti-Semitic or too intellectually embarrassing for the future President of the United States, even though, according to the NOI, the president’s own mother Ann Dunham was a result of Yacub’s experiment. So were Leonardo Da Vinci, Joan of Arc, Rembrandt, William Shakespeare, Eleanor Roosevelt, Thomas Edison, Dave Brubeck and Hillary Clinton.
A key player who emerged from this movement is the Rev. Jeremiah Wright, as Barry Rubin observed, “a man who is radical, anti-American, and anti-Semitic and who openly confessed his hatred of whites and Jews.” None of that emerges in Dreams from My Father, in which Wright stars as “a dynamic young pastor. His message seemed to appeal to young people like me.” The Rev. Wright tells him “life’s not safe for a black man in this country, Barack. Never has been. Probably never will be.” Yet, he titles a sermon “the audacity of hope.”
That became the title of his next book, which the president’s narrator David Axelrod, his closest White House advisor, said was “written with the narrative skill of a gifted novelist.” Likewise, Dreams from my Father was “a powerful and poignant work.”
Louis Farrakhan and his Nation of Islam do not appear in Axelrod’s 2015 Believer, but the Rev. Wright does show up with “fiery jeremiads filled with bitterness and vitriol and anti-American slanders.” These, says the president’s narrator, “threatened to undermine Barack’s image as a positive, unifying figure. In his writings, Barack had introduced the world to Reverend Wright as the pastor, mentor and father figure who brought him to Christ.”
As Believer explains, Obama didn’t challenge anything the Rev. Wright said. Rather, Obama simply told his narrator he wasn’t there every Sunday and that he didn’t remember hearing those particular sermons. In similar style, the old-line establishment media, presidential biographers, PBS documentarians and such never challenged the president on Wright and the Nation of Islam, the most sulfuric racists and anti-Semites in the nation. Hillary Clinton also got a pass on her late “friend and mentor” Robert Byrd, the most prominent former Ku Klucker in Congress.
With that record, it should come as no surprise that the drones of the left turn their wrath on president-elect Donald Trump, who has strong Jewish ties. No surprise that establishment drones attack Steve Bannon, who as David Horowitz confirms, “does not have an anti-Semitic bone in his body.”