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Gates Claims Death And Bomb Threats

From a wide-eyed believing Washington Post:

Harvard professor Henry Louis Gates, Jr., autographs copies of his new book, ‘In Search of Our Roots’ after speaking at the Martha’s Vineyard book festival in Chilmark, Mass., Sunday morning, Aug. 2, 2009.

Harvard Scholar Says He Received Death Threats

Monday, August 3, 2009

CHILMARK, Mass., Aug. 2 — Harvard professor Henry Louis Gates Jr. on Sunday joked about his arrest by a white police officer, but also described receiving death threats and dreaming about being arrested at the White House.

In his first public appearance since sharing a beer at the White House on Thursday with the officer, Sgt. James Crowley, and President Obama, the noted African American scholar said the national debate over racial profiling sparked by his arrest shows that issues of class and race still run "profoundly deep" in the United States.

"They have not been resolved at all," Gates said, speaking to more than 150 who came to see him at the Martha’s Vineyard Book Festival. He was promoting his recent book, "In Search of Our Roots: How 19 Extraordinary African Americans Reclaimed Their Past."

Gates was mostly lighthearted during his speech, and even poked fun at himself after a man in the crowd said he admired Gates’s sense of humor. "I should have been funnier in the kitchen of my house on July 16," he said.

But Gates also described how the incident and the subsequent national debate affected him personally. He said he shut down his public e-mail and changed his cellphone number after receiving numerous death and bomb threats

Sounds like Mr. Gates could use a good policeman or two.

That is, if any of this is true. As we know these kind of threats often are made up by people to get attention and sympathy.

Speaking of which:

He was promoting his recent book, "In Search of Our Roots: How 19 Extraordinary African Americans Reclaimed Their Past."

What a surprise it is to learn that Mr. Gates has a book out that he wants to promote.

It’s too bad he can’t find a way to get his name in the paper to help his book sales.

This article was posted by Steve on Monday, August 3rd, 2009. Comments are currently closed.

14 Responses to “Gates Claims Death And Bomb Threats”

  1. Confucius says:

    That man is vile.

    And so are those people buying his book and seeking his autograph.

  2. CIV says:

    Do you think Gates maybe cussed out the cop so he would get arrested? Sort of an agent provocateur? It certainly brought him a lot of publicity.

    Leftists often do go out of their way to get arrested in order to make a point…

    • curvyred says:

      I could be wrong but that was/is my initial reaction to this entire “teachable moment” – strange that The One does not think the NBP incident at the election poll in Philly was a “teachable moment”

  3. conservativegirl says:

    Wow – look at the crowd

    • Liberals Demise says:

      The “VERY” people he loathes and despises, Uppity White Honky Krakkas!!
      Looks like the brothas and sistas are below his pay grade when it comes to rappin’ with the powers tha be!!

  4. proreason says:

    Great commentary by Brietbart on this topic:


    Synopsis: The beer summit was designed to put this topic to rest, because it was not going well for The Moron. Every time the odious professor opened his mouth, America got more pissed off. Note that there were no reporters at the “summit”, no “conversation” happened. There were no “new Ideas”, or any ideas at all. It seemed as if there was a lockdown on all information. So much for a dialogue for us cowards.

    Also, Breitbart brings up the his “concern” that the reason Obamy has always resisted publishing his college transcripts is because his whole curriculum was an Ayers/Wright/Graves special.

  5. catie says:

    Pro, read that this morning myself.
    But here’s a question-why aren’t these people at church if it’s Sunday morning? They should be praying for whitey’s soul and that whitey will turn in their “racism”. Is that his white wife sitting next to him?

  6. canary says:

    And just think publicity for his new book in the works. Saw on news neighbor has attorney. She may have to change number and move because of Gate’s scary and threatening conduct.

  7. wardmama4 says:

    after speaking at the Martha’s Vineyard book festival in Chilmark, Mass

    How white is that? What a hypocritical, lying scam artist – just like his friend – the President.

  8. Gila Monster says:

    “….dreaming about being arrested at the White House.”

    Why?? Does Gates’ get all “tingly” (shades of Chrissy Mathews) when he dreams about the Messiah in the WH? Man crush, … bro’ crush, ….idol worship?

  9. artboyusa says:

    Enslaved! Oppressed! Impoverished! Lynched! Terrorized! Segregated! Treated as a second class citizen! Denied his civil rights! None of these bad things ever happened to PROFESSOR SKIP GATES but he thinks they did because he’s a paranoid, self-victimizing racist jerk! Let’s join him on a typical day…

    Professor Gates, American Negro, pushed open the screen door of his holiday home on Martha’s Vineyard’s tree shaded Elm Street and bent down to collect the stack of newspapers that lay on the gleaming deck.

    The Times, the Boston Globe, the Washington Post, the WSJ –all together they weighed a ton and the Professor let out a little puff of breath as he lifted the stack of soon-to-be obsolete print media.

    “Why can’t that stupid paperboy bring them inside, spread them out, remove all the inserts and ads and stuff and put them all in the recycling pile and then iron the papers nice and smooth, highlight any articles about me, and then bring the papers to me in bed, with a nice cup of tea?” he wondered. “He’d do it if I was white”.

    Shaking his head at the injustice of it all, Professor Gates was about to step back inside his five bedroom Colonial when a voice called to him from the street.

    “Good morning, Professor! It’s another beautiful day!”

    It was Officer Jones, the local cop, cruising slowly by on his way to the Muffin Barn.

    “Fuck you, pig” snarled Professor Gates. “You can’t talk to me like that anymore”.

    “Okay! Have a good one!” waved Officer Jones.

    Professor Gates stepped back inside and heaved a sigh of relief. Whew. He’d survived another dangerous encounter with a rogue cop. It was touch and go there for a minute, he thought, but I guess I handled it pretty well. A black man has to learn how to deal with these racist crackers if he’s going to survive on the mean streets of Harvard Square and the Vineyard.

    Later, after checking his mailbox, his emails and his answering machine for death threats and feeling disappointed that there weren’t any, Professor Gates donned his gleaming helmet and rode his hand made German tricycle down to Main Street.

    As usual, there were white people all over the place. There’s one, there’s another one, there’s a couple of them – that’s one over there. A little shudder of revulsion passed through him. I’m glad I’m not consumed by racial hate and fear like all these honkies he thought. I see the person, not the color. Ask my white wife if you don’t believe me.

    To cheer himself up Professor Gates did what all educated liberals like to do for fun; he found a coffee shop and went in to abuse the staff.

    “Good morning!” trilled Debbie the waitress.

    “Yeah – for you” snarled Professor Gates. “Whitey”.

    “Er, okay. What can I get you today?” smiled Debbie.

    “Oh, like you care what the black man wants”. Professor Gates shook his head. “You people can never understand what we want or how it feels to be a black man in America”.

    “It can’t be worse than serving one” thought Debbie. “So, have you made up your mind, sir? Latte? Espresso? Mocca? Capuccino? Triple Moccalatticino frappe with cinnamon?”

    “Oh don’t pretend that a black man has any options, you Caucasian trull! We both know the deck is stacked against him from day one! Now pour me a large coffee – no, not in that mug. A white person might have drunk out of it. Here, I brought my own” said Professor Gates. “Use this”.

    “Um, okay. Sorry. Here you go, sir. Cream and sugar?”

    “Cream and sugar, cream and sugar” fumed Professor Gates. “That’s typical of how you slavemasters want to cover up the harsh, bitter taste of oppression”.

    “Is it too strong? I can make another pot”.

    “Too strong! That’s you’re afraid of, isn’t it? Strength and blackness. So you try to dilute the hot, dark natural essence with milk and cream and make it more white! You think it tastes better that way, don’t you? Black isn’t good enough for you. Go on, admit it!”

    “Um, yes…anyway, that’s $2.95 please”.

    “$2.95? It won’t be the last time a white person rips off a black man” said Professor Gates, eyeing the empty tip jar. “And don’t forget my change”.

    “A nickel change, sir. I’ll bring your coffee right over. There’s a nice sunny seat by the window over there”.

    “Don’t ghettoize me! Don’t tell me where I can sit! Where is this – South Africa?”

    “I just thought you’d be more comfortable…”

    “You thought! As always, whitey sits in judgement, preparing to cast my fate. Well, I’m a proud African-American and I’ll sit wherever I want!”

    “Okay, fine. Sit wherever you want, then”.

    “So now the window seat’s not good enough for the black man, huh? Huh? Well, forget it. I’m parking myself right there in the window and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

    “But I don’t want to do anything about it”.

    “No, your kind never do. Just sweep it all under the rug and pretend everything’s fine in America. Well, let me tell you something, Miss Scarlett, nothing’s changed…”

    Debbie the waitress rolled her eyes. It was going to be a long, long shift.

  10. JohnMG says:

    I’m calling bullshit on the death threats and bomb threats. But the whole episode definately smacks of a cheap publicity-seeking stunt that backfired. Most people see this guy for the chump he really is. Too bad he had to trash a good cop in the process. My advice to him would be to move along as quietly as possible. His fifteen minutes is just about up.

  11. artboyusa says:

    My pleasure, lib. Here’s another one, on the house…

    Excerpt from “Caged: the Prison Diaries” by Henry Louis Gates Jr. (Harvard University Press, Cambridge MA, 2010. $39.95 from the Harvard Coop. Signed copies available $69.95)

    Chapter Three: In the Belly of the Beast

    “…get in that cell, n*****r!” snarled the officer, shoving me cruelly from behind. “Har har! You kin just set in there until you learn yourself some manners, boy!” he sneered. The hand cuffs, shackles and leg irons bit cruelly into my falsely charged flesh.

    “May I, with the greatest respect, gently dispute your no doubt affably intended appellation, officer?” I enquired. “While the term ‘boy’ is doubtless intended with a degree of flattery which does ample credit to your innate courtesy and demonstrates a humane consideration for the feelings of others, such a denomination is, in my particular case, perhaps inappropriate since I am a grown man of 58 summers and considerable life experience; hardly the untried stripling your words imply”.

    “SHUT UP!” roared the brute, the Bull Conner of Cambridge. He kicked away my walking stick with his gleaming jackboot and I tumbled to the rough, cold floor of the cell. “Doan’ you try to high hat me with your fancy vocabalarry, you living testimonial to affirmative action. Your Harvard tenure don’t mean diddly squat in my jail, no sir. In here I’m the law. I’m the law, see?”

    I saw. I saw all too plainly. It was a story as old as the tear-soaked, blood drenched, horror that is the history of black people in America, a narrative of cruelty and injustice within which all my life has passed.

    If I had not been born a society steeped in racism, who knows what I might have achieved? Success, fame, wealth and happiness – everything that a white person takes for granted – could have been mine.

    As it is, I’ve had to content myself with only my tenured professor’s paltry salary, my two houses, the profits from my book and television deals, the endless round of grant applications, conferences and awards ceremonies, my handmade German tricycle and my white wife – this is only a portion, a tithe, of the price I pay each and every day of my undervalued life for being a black man in America.

    Of course it is not only we Children Of Africa who have suffered under the dead weight of the white man’s oppression: gay, bi and transgendered men and women, Native Americans and Inuits, the partially abled, Hispanic people, the Irish, the Italians, the Jews, the Chinese, the Muslim community, the Hmong people, all women, people with hairy backs, those with bad skin or embarrassing medical conditions, the zoo community and anyone else I may have inadvertently omitted, all have their own tales to tell of injustice and I embrace them all as brothers and sisters in our unending struggle , not for equality, but for super equality (all except for those lousy Jews. Man, I hate them fucking Hebes.…)

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