Mark Judge says his “white guilt died on Good Friday, April 6, 2012.” That was the day his bike was stolen while attending Easter services at the National Shrine of the Immaculate Conception in Washington, D.C. Judge doesn’t know who stole his bike but he has a pretty good idea it wasn’t a nun or a monk, and because he also knows there are “predominately black” neighborhoods in the area, he is confident a black kid is responsible.
I could be pretty certain that on Good Friday a member of the Little Sisters of the Poor, which is across the street from where I was parked, had not nicked my bike. Neither had the monks at the Dominican House of Studies on the corner. The students at Catholic University were on Easter break. That left the neighborhoods around the university. Since the time I was an undergrad at Catholic University in the 1980s, most of the crime that has occurred on campus has come from those neighborhoods, which are predominately black. As sure as it took the D.C. cops forever to get to the parking lot to file a report, I knew that the odds were very high that a black person had taken my bike.
See, up until this time Judge was tormented by monumental guilt due to the racist treatment of black people by his white ancestors. But now that a black kid, who probably “has a car, a nice apartment, a hot girlfriend and good health” is the guilty party, Judge can shed his white guilt and finally say “black pain is no different than white pain.”
Or Judge is simply a racist asshole.