The quote in our title comes from the late Larry Auster.
Several years ago, Larry wrote a series of essays on numerous cases of stupid young white girls, most of them “educated,” who either consorted with ultra-violent young black men who would murder or maim them, or who drank themselves senseless, and then wandered around Manhattan alone in the wee hours of the morning, before being “helped” by a black “gentle giant,” who kidnapped, raped, and murdered each female: Immette St. Guillen and Jennifer Moore, as well as the Virginia case of Morgan Harrington. Since Larry’s 2013 death, there was the death of Hannah Graham.
Actually, Larry initially said, “dead young women.” I asked him if he didn’t mean “dead young white women,” and he acknowledged that that was correct.
The detailed sightings by witnesses that follow Morgan Harrington’s movements outside the Arena, ending in her disappearance and doubtless her murder, poignantly highlight a grim reality of today’s world: young women should not be alone and unprotected anywhere. They should not walk around alone at night, and, as we discussed after the murder of Annie Le in a research lab at Yale, they should not be alone in their places of employment. There are predators everywhere. Young females need to be told that they cannot go where they want to go and do what they want to do. Society must adjust to this reality. But it won’t. Because it would mean getting rid of, or substantially modifying, the sacred notion of female empowerment and total female equality with men. Liberal society would rather let an endless series of young women, particularly white women, be raped and murdered, than put the slightest crimp on their freedom. Liberal society is a factory for the production of dead young white women. And it’s an achievement for which it never takes credit.
David in TN
The CBS 48 Hours program had much more on the Hannah Graham murder, but Morgan Harrington was also discussed. However, the details from the authorities were extremely vague, as always in black-on-white murders, especially of white women.
Morgan supposedly was trying to find a rest room inside the arena and somehow went outside and couldn't get back in. She then called her “friends,” and said she would get a ride home “from friends in Charlottesville.” Now, her parents’ home was 120 miles away and VA Tech is 150 miles away. So, she thought someone would make a four to five-hour round trip to take her home late at night?
Her parents say Morgan was “disoriented,” maybe from a fall. At one time during the show, it was said Jesse Matthew “drove a taxi,” which could explain him getting control of her.
Morgan's father says she got in a taxi. No context is given by the CBS producers. Just vagueness and indirection.
Information for this post was obtained from the link to the late Lawrence Auster's blog.
I saw the show, at least from 9:15 on, and I’m mad as hell that I did. At 10:15 p.m., my chief of research tried to get me to turn off the TV, but I told him I had to keep watching, so I could criticize the episode. What a waste of time. What a pack of lies of omission and commission! Of course, that’s how propagandists work, in order to deceive and confuse the public.
I took notes, but don’t have time right now to write ‘em up.
I wasn’t aware of how far away from home Morgan Harrington was; that’s a very important point.
My understanding was that Harrington and Hannah Graham were both drunk, when they disappeared. Harrington—if memory serves—was refused re-entry to the concert venue, according to initial reports, because of her extreme inebriation. If she got hurt before falling into her killer’s clutches, it was likely because, in her state of extreme intoxication, she stumbled or fell. (The report of her unrealistic call to her “friends,” if true, sound like something a drunk would say, though someone discombobulated by a fall might also talk like that.)
The story about the murder of Alexis Murphy was a red herring that did not belong on this show, but was added:
• To pad out the time;
• To deceive viewers by showing a case of a white man (and a scrawny, little one, at that) murdering a black girl, to make them think such murders frequently cut both ways, when white men virtually never murder black girls; and
• To depict white-black solidarity which, as we know all too well, is almost non-existent.
Truly related cases would be Immette St. Guillen and Jennifer Moore, stupid white girls who went out with girlfriends in Manhattan, drank themselves unconscious, separated from said girlfriends, and who were kidnaped, raped, and murdered by huge black men.
48 Hours lied by omission and commission regarding the real dangers: White girls getting themselves obscenely drunk away from home, and letting strange, huge, black men “help” them.
The proper duration for a show like this is 30 minutes, which is how Forensic Files does it. Investigation Discovery pads them out to 60 minutes, largely through repetition, such that when my family is watching ID, I watch only long enough to learn the name of the vic, and google for the rest. In five minutes, I typically learn more than I would by watching the entire show. But padding out a story to fill a two-hour time slot would be obscene, even if CBS had told the truth. But to waste two hours that viewers will never get back, and fill them with lies, is unconscionable.
The longer I work as a crime reporter, the less tolerance I have for these TV crooks passing themselves off as writers and reporters.
David in TN
Last night I re-watched the program, as it was still on my DVR. I agree with your summation. Here's an anecdote. When Immette St. Guillen was murdered in early 2006, Dan Abrams had an afternoon "legal" show on MSNBC. Abrams said the St. Guillen murder showed young women shouldn't get drunk late at night and walk alone on the streets. Several feminists took umbrage, especially Wendy Murphy, a big supporter of the Duke Lacrosse Hoax.
"You girls out there. Go out and get drunk. Do anything you want," shrieked Murphy, in criticizing Dan Abrams for daring to suggest girls should be careful.
Among the padding of the CBS 48 Hours program, you had to listen close for anything useful. In 2010, it was learned DNA from the Morgan Harrington murder matched DNA from a 2005 rape-attempted murder. But there was no named individual to check against.
How did law enforcement get Jesse Matthew's name? That's always been vague. On the CBS show they say a "tip" alerted them to Matthew. That's all. Who was the tipster?
As it happened, Matthew looked like the composite drawing from the 2005 rapist. Once Matthew was named and eventually arrested, his DNA could be checked and it matched the Graham and Harrington cases.
But not without the mysterious tipster.
You had to listen close to learn Matthew's job was transporting patients at a university hospital. I can tell you that is a "black job."
It's just mind-boggling how these "smart" college girls get drunk and go stumbling down the street alone late at night. Don't they pay attention to the news? Apparently not.
When I was 13, I got so drunk on New Year’s Eve with friends that I blacked out. I didn’t pass out, but I did some things that I could not remember the next day. I was so embarrassed that I didn’t touch a drink for almost three weeks. Thereafter, I took care never to get so drunk that I became helpless, or unaware of my surroundings or my own actions.
In 1985, when I came back to the States from West German exile, to New York City, I never had more than two drinks in a bar, because I didn’t want to get rolled. Muggers are notorious for hanging around outside bars, looking for drunks staggering out.
The scenario is similar to that of walking around dangerous—black or Hispanic—neighborhoods at night while white. Feminists assert that they have a “right” to do such reckless things. The only time I ever went such places at night was when I was (relatively) young and stupid, working as a social worker, and let clients sucker me into it. That’s a good way to get killed.
Feminists seem to wear their stupidity as a badge of honor.
As Sonny Corleone (Jimmy Caan) says to his brother Michael (Al Pacino), in The Godfather, Part II:
“College. You go to college to learn to be stupid.”