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A 12-foot bronze statue now towers over Times Square — not of a historical figure, not of a leader or a liberator, but of a fictional “black woman” in casual clothing, hands on hips, faceless, nameless, and invented entirely for the sake of “representation.”

That word again.

Representation of what, exactly? Achievement? History? Courage? No. Just race. Just size.

Just narrative.

Race, not as a shared struggle or historical context, but as an aesthetic. Size, not as a reflection of lived experience or resilience, but as a political statement meant to normalize and glorify what would once be addressed with concern. And narrative? A story not rooted in fact, sacrifice, or virtue, but in ideology.

The narrative being pushed is this:

It doesn’t matter what you do, it matters what you are. Or more precisely, what you appear to be.

This is the death of merit and the rise of iconography detached from reality.

They say she “foregrounds the value of the individual.” But she has no name. No story. No origin. No legacy. That’s not individuality — that’s tokenism sculpted in bronze. A symbol built to tick every checkbox: Black, female, heavyset. It is a monument to abstraction, created to show how obedient we’ve become to the new orthodoxy. Obedient enough to nod at a statue and pretend it means something profound — when in fact, it means the opposite.

This is what happens when culture is captured: symbols replace standards, and slogans replace meaning. We tear down statues of real people — Jefferson, Lincoln, even Roosevelt — and we raise monuments to the imaginary, because reality is no longer convenient. Reality reminds people that greatness must be earned. Fiction allows the powerful to invent greatness out of thin air.

And in the name of ending racism, the Left has made race unavoidable. They push difference to the center of every public conversation, every piece of art, every policy. They demand that we not only notice identity but bow to it — no questions asked. What they claim is “uplifting” is, in truth, deeply condescending. It tells generations to come: you don’t need to build, fight, lead, or sacrifice — you just need to be seen.

And yet people applaud. Because we’ve trained society to worship image, not substance. The average pedestrian passing through Times Square doesn’t ask, “Who is this?” They ask, “Is this safe to criticize?” And in that hesitation, you can measure the fear that rules our time. Not a healthy reverence for art — but a learned silence in the face of propaganda.

The damage this does goes far beyond the bronze. It teaches the wrong lessons. It shifts our children’s understanding of what’s worth honoring. It dulls our sense of excellence and inflates our obsession with visibility. It doesn’t bring us together — it divides us by constantly reminding us of our boxes: racial, gendered, aesthetic, invented.

Statues matter. They are how civilizations remember what they value. And now? We raise a monument to nothing — and call it progress. We strip away greatness and install placeholders. We elevate identity over action, symbolism over story, and abstraction over truth.

While the Left erases our real heroes, it replaces them with hollow ones. Because that’s the point: if the Left can convince you to praise nothing, it can sell you anything.

A monument to nothing now stands in Times Square.

And that nothing is exactly what they want us to worship.