It’s now 2017 – a “current year” factoid always thrown in our face by progressives – and the forcefulness by which the political left and fundamentalist Muslims utilise the phrases “house Muslim” or “uncle Tom” to shame those who don’t conform is not just abundant, it is growing.
I have a pretty thick skin. I hear these things every day. I feel ashamed, not of who I am, but of my fellow human beings who find it appropriate to race-shame someone, or religion-shame them.
I’m told every day, perhaps even several times a day, that I’m a “coconut”, or I hear sardonic expressions of how “proud my parents must be” of me. It’s fine, I can take it. When it comes from Muslims I put this down to envy. The green-eyed monster and the green, Arab-clad flags co-ordinate well together.The rest is well worth the read, but I want to reiterate some concepts which the verbal shaming of dissidents indicates.
First: as the writer points out, Uncle Tom was the hero of Harriet Beecher Stowe’s Uncle Tom’s Cabin. That his moniker has been perverted to mean something undesirable is a perfect example of Coconut Treatment: the character of Uncle Tom has been sliced open and has had his innards hollowed out. Into that shell, the present-day caricature of “Uncle Tom” has been inserted, the shell glued back together, and the corpse reanimated.
Zombie Uncle Tom, if you will.
Secondly: any wielders of the perverted Uncle Tom epithet betray their own personal inferiority complex and, most especially, their suspicions that the group to which they belong is inferior to whites, especially to white men. They project their own existential shame onto the dissident.
In other words, they want you to feel as bad about yourself as they do about themselves.
However, in the case of ex-Muslims, I’d say that if the worst thing they have to experience is a Twitter-shaming, one might thank his/her blessings.
But, we all know that this is the least of their worries.
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