One of the more curious phenomena in the age of social justice is that the person above you on the victim pyramid gets to snark down with impunity. The person below can’t challenge, question, and surely not snark, at a person more vulnerable and marginalized than her. That would be hateful, racist, sexist, whatever. No matter that the “victim” is a lying sack of shit, blithering idiot or flaming nutjob. They’re oppressed, so shut the fuck up.
A white woman who made headlines for summoning plantation overseers police officers after she was threatened by an aggressively napping black woman has now taken up the mantle for criminal justice reform, criticizing law enforcement officials for being “hostile” and for refusing to release bodycam footage of the—
Hold up. Let me finish laughing and I’ll start over.
How hip. How cool. How snarky. He’s laughing, as if his laughing means anything to anyone. Or does it, because he’s entitled to snark his butt off at this “white woman” because he’s black.
Braasch has been trying desperately to obtain the release of video from the Yale police department. What a white woman thing to do, get the evidence. And Harriot goes to town on this whitey white thing.
After the incident made national news, the aspiring fugitive slave catcher painted herself as the victim of a vast negro conspiracy whose delicate white femininity was “destroyed by the Yale administration, the press and the global internet rage mob.” Oh, Roxane Gay was in on it, too.
If Roxane Gay was on it, does that not end all questions? I mean, it’s Roxane Gay. And seeking video of the incident in order to show what happened is about “delicate white femininity” as it gets for seeking the police video. After all, if she’s an “aspiring fugitive slave catcher,” what else could it be?
Braasch eventually founded and became the lone member of the Sarah Lives Matter movement. According to the New Haven Register, on Monday, the self-appointed Rosa Parks of police callers testified at a Connecticut Freedom of Information Commission hearing, challenging the Yale Police Department to release the police footage of the incident because she claimed it would totally exonerate her. But Braasch’s may-I-speak-to-your-manager trick didn’t work; the police would only agree to let Braasch view the footage in their office.
“I just feel that the videos exonerate me and I feel that they expose Yale’s gross malfeasance,” Braasch said after the hearing. “I’ve been vilified on a global scale as somebody akin to a genocidal villain and I’ll never be able to get a job again.”
On the one hand, if she has been wrongly maligned, falsely branded a racist, the video would show what in fact happened. But who wants do everything in her power to get the video to show what transpired when you can just snark while black?
In the police shootings of Emantic “E.J.” Bradford, Willie McCoy, and Laquan McDonald, authorities have allowed family members to watch the bodycam footage in private while intentionally withholding video evidence from the public. I bet Sarah was furious at the prospect of being treated like a common negro. When she saw the video that proved she was had no malicious intent, I bet she—
She didn’t watch the video?
Had Harriot spent a little less time coming up with such effective bon mots as “I bet Sarah was furious at the prospect of being treated like a common negro,” and tried his darndest to think, it might have occurred to him that the difference was that the families of young black men killed by cops weren’t present for their murder, and watching the video was their first opportunity to personally see what happened.
In contrast, Sarah Braasch was present, already knew what happened, and so watching the video by herself, without its release, served no purpose, unlike the case of Laquan McDonald. The only point of obtaining the video is to release it publicly to address the fury directed at Braasch because of the mob’s leap to outrage when the woke invariably assumed it could only be some racist white woman who would be disturbed by “napping while black.”
But even though Braasch hasn’t seen the video, she contends that she feels like it would exonerate her, adding that the “supervising officer who came late to the scene…was very hostile to me…He began berating me and I found his behavior to be very hostile…I was the harasser instead of the person being harassed.”
Was Braasch the harasser or the harassed? She certainly has her belief about the propriety of her actions, because she was there. You know who wasn’t there? MIchael Harriot, not that his complete absence of knowledge gets in the way of his promiscuous snark.
Since the incident, Sarah said she suffers from post-traumatic stress disorder and constant harassment. Or, as some experts might call her condition:
Sick burn, dude. And there will be no woke mob ripping this nasty man to shreds for his denigration of a woman who seeks nothing more than the dreaded racist evidence of a video.
Had anyone written such a vapid screed about a black woman desperately seeking evidence to show what happened, there would be outrage galore, as well there should be. Not because it involved someone black, or someone female, but because every person wrongly maligned should be able to present the evidence that they were not the evil person the mob believed them to be.
But Michael Harriot doesn’t need to entertain the possibility that maybe he’s wrong. He doesn’t need to face facts or indulge in that bourgeois exercise of thinking. He can snark his ass off, hurl ad hominems at will, because nobody can touch this black man fighting against racism.
Who would be so awful as to point out that Harriot is utterly full of shit, relying on snark and insipid slurs to compensate for the fact that he’s a blithering idiot? After all, when a writer is black, and the subject is racism, he can get away with being a completely moronic asshole, and there’s nothing anyone can say about it.