“Whereof one cannot speak, thereof one must be silent.” - Ludwig Wittgenstein
Titled “Shibboleth” this 2007 art installation by Doris Salcedo took the form of a 548-foot long, meandering crack in the floor of the Tate Gallery, a hairline crack at one end which expanded to a few inches of width and two feet of depth at the other.
Behold the Left’s newest shibboleth: One cannot accuse a Muslim of being anti-Semitic because that defines you as Islamaphobic. And if you don’t believe me just ask poor Chelsea Clinton who was bullied into an apology for calling out Omar’s anti-Semitism.
“This right here is the result of a massacre stoked by people like you and the words that you put out into the world,” NYU senior Leen Dweik, who is Muslim, told Clinton at the vigil.
“I’m so sorry that you feel that way, certainly it was never my intention, I do believe words matter,” Clinton responded.
Yes Chels, words do matter. Don’t let people twist yours. Her sin, according to the new standard of bigotry? This:
Following Omar’s tweet that “It’s all about the Benjamins, baby,” which reinforced the antisemitic trope that Jews have money and use it to run the world, Clinton tweeted: “We should expect all elected officials, regardless of party, and all public figures to not traffic in antisemitism.” - JP
Representative Rashida Tlaib (D., Mich.) was designated as the spokesmouth for the Islamic arm of the Democratic party:
“(Omar was) being targeted just like many civil rights icons before us who spoke out about oppressive policies.”
In other words: STFU. Tlaib’s take on the Omar affair explains succinctly why the Democratic House couldn’t see its way clear to pass a simple resolution condemning anti-Semitism: they couldn’t find a way to do so without being accused of being Islamophobic.
People have been confounded by Wittgenstein’s philosophy for over 100 years now, but I think we can now definitively say that what he meant when he said “Whereof one cannot speak, thereof one must be silent” was “if you don’t agree with me, STFU.”
Coming up tomorrow: What perils lurk when helicopter parents morph into bulldozer parents.