So, if you’re a Christian you have to support your own impoverishment and the genocide of your race.
The attractive woman who wrote this piece is named Lily Burana.
Although Lily makes some sort of vague claim to being a Christian, it’s clear that her version of Christianity is the Marxist kind of universalism that trumps (play on words there) true Christianity in the minds of leftists like her.
One of the hallmarks of Christian faith is charity, which is unfortunate for me, because, as a cradle Christian (and, lately, a recovering agnostic), I’ve been feeling less than charitable since Donald Trump won the presidential election. I don’t mean that I’m not in the spirit of giving to charities — I’ll be writing out a whopper of a check to the American Civil Liberties Union presently.
I am, however, having trouble giving the gift of slack to Christians who voted for Trump. According to a preliminary study of exit poll data by Pew Research Group, Trump won 52 percent of the Catholic vote, 58 percent of the Protestant vote, and, broken down further by race, a whopping 81 percent of the white evangelical Christian vote.
If you’re a Christian who voted for Trump, I understand your concerns — jobs, the economy, health care, national security, frustration with the political status quo. What I don’t understand is your heart. All factors considered, were Trump’s calls for massive deportation of immigrants, along with his anti-Semitic dog whistling, racist commentary, documented history of misogyny and his mocking of the vulnerable, worth overlooking in favor of his shaky promises to make things better in your world? If, as Christians, we’re supposed to love our neighbor, a vote for Trump seems a little suspect. Am I wrong? If so, tell me how.
When asked whether he thought his incendiary campaign rhetoric had gone too far, Trump responded, “No. I won.” What a guy. Now he’s staffing up with his own (unqualified) family and a website publisher who’s been accused of beating his wife and channeling white-supremacist ideology. In the space of two weeks, it feels as if we’ve shifted from a democracy to a triage center. Jesus wept.
Not all Christians were pro-Trump, of course. My sister, who has been a Presbyterian minister for almost 30 years, texted me when she found out in the wee morning hours of Nov. 9 that Trump had won, “God help us.” The New York Times feature last Sunday on post-election sermons features more than one pastor in clear distress. Minister Mihee Kim-Kort wrote on her blog, “We lost something on November 9th. More than an election. Something – call it humanity, compassion, hope – faltered and perished, and something in me, too.”
If it reassures me, perhaps it’s similarly comforting to nonreligious folk to know that while some Christians see Trump as America’s Great White Hope, the rest of us see an Anglo-Saxon pharisee with a spray tan. The fantastic tweet stream of the Rev. Broderick Greer, an Episcopalian priest, is a glorious model of righteous fire: “If it’s not good news for refugees, LGBTQ folks, and women — and people living at all of those intersections — it’s not the gospel of Jesus,” reads one tweet. Another declares, “To plaster ‘Jesus’ on heterosexism, sexism, racism, classism, militarism, or transantagonism is to betray all that he did and is.”
How do these people get so screwed up? It always mystifies me.
Since I am not an expert on the Bible, the book that offers Christians some knowledge of God, I’m the last person to try to refute the kind of thinking that Ms. Burana exhibits in this piece (there’s a lot more in her article). But I’ll take a crack at it.
The simplest argument to make is that there’s nothing in religious law or natural law that says we must gladly participate in our own extermination.
Burana obviously believes that thousands of years of human history can be ignored. Leftists will perfect mankind so that we will all live together, black, white, brown, yellow, red, in harmony. Like in a Coke commericial.
Burana is more deluded than evil. But her good intentions will push the world toward evil outcomes.
The urge to be with those like us is inborn and not susceptible to being changed by leftist poopaganda, like that silly Coke commercial from decades ago.
Maybe Burana has a nonwhite boyfriend or husband. Maybe she thinks she would be doing a public service by popping out mixed race sprogs. I don’t know. But if she had ever talked to mixed race college students like I did at the university, she would know that mixed race people are not happy people. Their unhappiness is not created by so-called racism toward them, but rather it’s internal.
If she read the academic literature on diversity, she would know that diversity creates horrible stress and leads to isolation from others.
The Bible says “Love thy neighbor.” Well, the African is not my neighbor, even if he travels from Nigeria, enters my country, is legalized, and moves in next door.
The person next door is not my neighbor. My neighbors are those who are like me. The “neighbor” in today’s world is often a stranger.
If diversity is so good, why does it have to be forced upon people at the point of a gun?
As Donald Trump has said, (approximate quote): If you don’t have borders you don’t have a country.
Lily Burana does not want a country. She wants a fantasy.