The low-flying left-wingers who comprise the 14-statue Metropolitan Transportation Authority board will stare back at you with child-like guile and harrumph with tobacco-stained innocence, “Just a coincidence, my boy.”
Coincidence?
This is as true as state Sen. Crybaby (I Love Busywork and Victims) Price (D-Culver City) saying he is not sure whether d-o-g contains two syllables or three.
Are you listening, Zev?
In high-profile light rail situations, white citizens of Los Angeles and surrounding communities – championed often by one of our more crude politicians, Zev (I Am Pretty White) Yaroslavsky, have won over the MTA when they fought against at-grade (ground level) crossings.
Just as consistently, black people have been skunked. Kicked to the ground and stomped on. Who cares? No one I can identify.
I give you the last mile of the Crenshaw-to-LAX route and the Dorsey High School neighborhood.
For reasons too detailed to list here, the two sets of crossings preferably should be underground, neighbors and smart people say.
MTA effectively says, “Tunnels only are for white neighborhoods.”
When you are on the Left, you can say that and escape with your virginal rep intact.
If there is a black, green, purple or polka-dot left-wing floozy in all of political Los Angeles who gives a darn about the Dorsey vicinity or Crenshaw, brave as an infant, he is keeping his face buried in the smelly gutter, gutlessly blanketed by wet leaves.
Do I Hear Any Volunteers?
The self-adoring hambones on the Los Angeles City Council fret away their days squabbling over who has the most black people in his redrawn district. How mature.
Meanwhile, the peasants they are fighting over are in danger of being run over.
Or do you think that 3,000 teenagers mindlessly traveling back and forth to school over two light rail crossings every day are invulnerable?
Just tell them, “Be careful, kids.”
Our single environmental friends must have taken over the MTA.
Instead of doing busywork, chasing fake victims from his four favorite constituencies down blind alleys – blacks, browns, women, gays – Sen. Crybaby could fly home and, accidentally, do something constructive.
Help real victims, Senator, not lowbrows allergic to work.
Here is a pounding case of what appears to me to be blazing racial injustice.
Young and talented journalist-activist Damien Goodmon, who has been pleading these twin cases for years in this newspaper, is the only black muscle I have seen in the neighborhood.
If he had the mantle of power that the Council hambones or the immature, busywork Democrats in Sacramento have been graced with, the MTA might have been forced to take the train underground in one or both instances.
But those inflated, jelly-spined balloons are too busy preening themselves and throwing down drinks to worry about true racial injustice.
They prefer the made-up kind of injustice that requires minimal thinking, like puffy-chested press conferences for artificial victims, eh, Senator?
