TBogg

I don’t believe that one should devote his life to morbid self-attention,
I believe that one should become a person like other people.
Intellectual like me…

Thomas Sowell is unclear on the concept:

Some years back, I was looking for a particular book on child development and was surprised not to see it in the large section of child development books at a local bookstore.

When I asked a clerk to check and see if that book was available, she checked her computer and then said that there were copies in the store right now — in the section for black writers.

I had no idea what race the author of this child development book was, and would have considered it irrelevant if I had known. But our schools and colleges have turned out millions of people steeped in the new sacred trinity of “race, class, and gender.”

I was reminded of all this recently when I noticed that my own latest book, A Man of Letters, had as its number one official classification “African-American Intellectuals.”

This book is no more about black intellectuals—I don’t even use the term “African American”—than the child development book was about race.

I’m going to venture out on a limb here and suggest that the book was classified under “African-American Intellectuals” in deference to Mr. Sowell who is, supposedly, a, you know….

Then again, the fact that he either couldn’t figure that out or willfully chose not to in order to make a cheap point in order to flog his book (which just so happens to have come out a few weeks ago) would suggest that he’s, you know, not…

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