Monday, April 14, 2014

Wilson: File this Duke Lacrosse Rehash Under Fiction


At the time of her race-rape hoax, Crystal Gail Mangum was a prostitute and stripper. She later graduated to murdering her boyfriend, for which crime she was convicted, and is presently in prison.

Crooked, then-Durham DA Mike Nifong, in 2006. Nifong lost his job, was disbarred, and was incarcerated for one night, due to his crimes in promoting one of the most notorious rape hoaxes in American history.

[Previously, on this travesty: “Nicholas Stix’ Absolutely Definitive Account of the Incredible Disappearing Duke Rape Hoax.”]

Re-posted by Nicholas Stix

Thanks for this article to my partner in crime, David in TN, who writes,

A good column. Cohan is characterized as a "true believer who can't let
it go."

Wilson: File this Duke lacrosse rehash under fiction
By Bob Wilson
April 4, 2014
The Durham News

Bob’s told you what he thinks. Now we want to know what you think. Send your comments to We’ll publish them here next week.

Karl Marx famously said history repeats itself, first as tragedy and then as farce.
So from the tragedy of the 2006 Duke lacrosse debacle now comes the farce: “The Price of Silence,” a 650-page attempt to resuscitate disgraced former district attorney Mike Nifong. Author William D. Cohan, a Duke graduate, promises the true story of what happened.

Cohan is a former Wall Street maven who turned to business journalism, so his cachet imparts an undeniable gloss to the lacrosse story as seen through the eyes of its leading actor, Mike Nifong.

Let’s remember first off that nothing Nifong says about his execrable attempt to railroad three Duke lacrosse players on sexual-assault charges can be taken at face value.

But as the N&O’s Joseph Neff discerned in an interview with Cohan, the writer is one of the few who believe that one or more of the Duke Three raped Crystal Gail Mangum, an exotic dancer and alleged N.C. Central University honor student: “Something did happen in that bathroom.”

Except that it didn’t.

No DNA or other incriminating evidence proved that one of more of the three players had sexual contact with Mangum. No, she saw her meal ticket in the players, all from well-to-do Northeast families, and if it took lying to extort money from them, let the games begin.

Mike Nifong was integral to the success of this scheme. He withheld exculpatory DNA evidence from the players’ attorneys, among other offenses against the North Carolina bar.

It cost him his law license and descent into bankruptcy (he claimed liabilities of $180 million, based on countersuits by lacrosse players). He even spent 24 hours in purgatory, aka the Durham County Jail, in 2007.

As lop-sided as Cohan’s depiction of Nifong the wronged public servant may be, his take on Duke’s campus culture might be the book’s sole redeeming feature.

Cohan sees the Duke of 2006 as an ambitious Ivy League wannabe buying its way into the elite tier of American universities and by extension, the world. Top-ranked athletics burnishing the Duke brand – the men’s basketball program, for example – was a vital part of the plan.

By the time of the lacrosse affair, Duke had cemented its reputation as a “work hard, play hard” launching pad into the professions. Its campus culture took a hit about that time in novelist Tom Wolfe’s roman-a-clef, “I Am Charlotte Simmons.”

Any criticism of Duke in Cohan’s book can hardly be worse than what Duke brought upon itself as it convulsed in vengeance ginned up by the Gang of 88 faculty members and the university administration. A street rally organized by radical feminists prominently featured a sign calling for the Duke Three to be castrated.

This combustible presumption of guilt extended from President Dick Brodhead downward – a stain on the university that will long outlive its players – but the lies at its center soon undermined the whole construct.

After an investigation, N.C. Attorney General Roy Cooper declared the Duke Three innocent – no ifs, ands or buts. Innocent.

Cohan is one of those true believers who just can’t let it go, odd because he is such an intelligent writer. He knows that Mike Nifong has zero credibility.

Former Deputy Attorney General Jim Coman summed it up when he said of Nifong, “These characterizations are figments of his imagination.”

Amen, brother.

Bob Wilson lives in southwest Durham.


The PDK Herald/Crier Project said...

Nifong, the white liberal apostate, the scum of the Earth and lower than the belly of a snake.

As far as the negress is concerned, I'll say here what I've said elsewhere.

Wherever in the white man's higher culture of civilization the lowly negro invades, destruction, ruination and stagnation must ensue as his particular negro nature, gleaned from his own gene pool, has failed to endow him with the qualities or traits that are a prerequisite necessity for either the creation of, or the maintenance of, the aforementioned white man's higher culture of civilization.

The lowly negro is born of a more r selective gene pool. That is the gene pool his sub-species of human evolved with. The more r selective gene pool has favored quantity of numbers produced over quality of IQed cerebrum produced.

The lowly negro can no more change his behavior than wash the melanin from his skin.

Because the negro has bared witness to the white man's higher culture of civilization he wants in. The negro covets the cornucopia of all things produced by the white mans higher culture of civilization, which raises the quality of life so much higher than the lowly negro's, low culture of the primitive savage.

However though the negro wants in, he does not fit in.

The negro here in America, one of the lands of the white man's higher culture of civilization, senses out a duel objective. One for himself in the short run of a single lifespan by pilfering and parasitizing from the white man's culture. The other, a more long term goal of pilfering from the white gene pool so his posterity leapfrogs up the evolutionary ladder.

This is good for the negro, but horrible for whites.

Because the negro will not leave us, we must leave him. Because the negro will follow us we must block his path.

A new White Homeland is the ticket to our white destination.

We must eventually outlaw the negro and his champion and enabler, the white liberal apostate.

The world continues to turn, our sand falls through the hour glass, and our posterity hangs in the balance.

Shall we non-liberal, non-apostate whites embrace our responsibility?

For our posterity.

From the Sanctuary, I'm PDK: Thank you,

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