More from the Brew-HaHa
oh. me. ow.
Elizabeth Gates, Skippy Gates’ daughter ["a graduate of The New School University, where she cultivated her love for fashion and writing"], shares her insights from the Brew-haha.
As our family rounded the corner to the White House library and I first caught sight of Sgt. Crowley’s lovely daughter; she was wearing an appropriately heavy and charmingly untrained amount of green eyeliner on her lower lashes, and I saw my former self in her.
Ok, guys, this is Guurl Speak. Defused with “lovely” she goes straight to the “appropriately heavy” eyeliner ["appropriate for trash"] which was worn in a “charmingly untrained amount” ["amateur trash” “but I’m so sweet and generous and superior that I find stupid, ‘tarded and amateur child whores to be charming"]. I won’t even go into “eyeliner… on her lower lashes.”
It’s the kind of statement many women know someone oughta be punched out for—or at least cut dead on the spot - but find it difficult to get a toe-hold on cuz the words seem so “complimentary.” Old tactic. Old because it works.
This is a straight-up class attack, Liza spends her summahs on Mahthah’s Vineyard, donchanooo, where Daddy rides his tricycle ‘round to see the neighbors. I doubt Sgt. Crowley’s kids do. Gotta giver this; it’s tough to carry off condescension from the tender age of 20-something.
Leaving this snippy quip aside, Liza has more to say.
... like most issues that make their way to TMZ, the reference point had shifted...
Well, I’ll give ya that, child…
She reports what her father [Skippy Gates] had to say.
I asked my father what the President had said during their chat and as he slipped off his shoes and reclined his chair [1st Class seats?], he said: “The president and the vice president are great men, Liza. They did the right thing to invite us there to talk, but it’s up to us now to extend this conversation. We have plans to meet in private and discuss things. You know, Crowley’s not a bad guy. He’s not a Joe the Plumber who wants to represent the Right. He would be horrified to be considered a racist.”
Little Liza sure has a way of packing a sentence full, doesn’t she? As soon as she gets over her fascination with ingenue references to cars “swooping” and “snaking” her way through airports, she might grow into a pretty good writer. *cough*
Here’s her cliché-spangled finale:
Discrimination is the single greatest wound in American history and could never be solved over a beer. Not today, not tomorrow, not ever. There are more black men in prison than in college and literally thousands of black men are arrested across this country each day. And while I might agree with the president’s initial statement that the “Cambridge Police Department acted stupidly,” my father is not the first nor will he be the last black man to be arrested for no reason—in his own home or elsewhere—and Sergeant Crowley isn’t the first officer to fudge a police report [link in the original]. They are simply pawns in the rebirth of unfashionable intolerance in a world that likes to think our dashing brown-skinned 44th president has emerged to make nice with the past, present, and future. It’s an impossible task for the president and speaks more to our nation’s vulnerable value system than the unfortunately common situation my father and the Cambridge police found themselves embroiled in. As my father said on the plane yesterday morning on our way to the White House, “there are approximately 800,000 black men in prison and on July 16, 2009, I simply became one of them.”
oh *eye roll*
I’m really not sure—after multiple re-readings—what her point was, there [and things are really so much more interesting when they have one, don’t you think?] She managed to toss around a bushel of talking points, excuses and victimhood enough for all, so I guess it’s alright, then.
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