THE FAKE NEWS: FAKE NARRATIVE EPIDEMIC PART 1 of 2

THE FAKE NEWS: FAKE NARRATIVE EPIDEMIC 
PART 1 of 2
republished below in full unedited for informational, educational, and research purposes:
 
By Professor
Steven Yates


January 17, 2017
NewsWithViews.com
The
CIA and FBI say Russian hackers influenced, or tried to influence, last
November’s election, with Vladimir Putin himself directing the covert
cyber-attacks. These claims have been made without evidence to back them
up. There have now been tens of thousands of references to “Russian
hackers” in mainstream media over the past month. Most of these,
as a lawyer would say, assume facts not in evidence. I guess repetition
counts as evidence these days, however.
Fifteen
years ago the CIA said Saddam Hussein had weapons of mass destruction,
and that there was a real and living threat he would use them against
the U.S. This evidence-free claim led, back in 2003, to the worst foreign
policy blunder of the new century, as Bush II launched the Iraq War. Saddam’s
regime was brought to its knees in less than a month. But then what? An
insurgency began; over 4,000 Americans ended up losing their lives; tens
of thousands of Iraqis were also killed, with tens of thousands more people
displaced as war spread across the region, today’s hotspot being
Syria. Small wonder Donald Trump could call U.S. foreign policy “complete
and total disaster.”
No weapons
of mass destruction were ever found in Iraq. This turned out to be the
fake news story of the decade.
Fake
news is the order of our times. In mid-2015, when Trump first announced,
his candidacy was a joke. The “experts” said so. He would
never be taken seriously. Then, of course, he was. The “experts”
went on to say he had no chance at the nomination. Then, as one by one,
his empty-suited competitors fell, he did. Trump, who was invoking issues
the GOP base cared about such as outsourcing, immigration, globalism,
and jobs, began racking up delegate votes, until Ted Cruz was his only
opponent. Then he won the GOP nomination. He still had no chance against
the Clinton machine. The pundits said so. The major polls all said so.
Then Trump won the Presidency!
The
rationalizations began. It was “whitelash” (said Van Jones).
Then it was James Comey’s fault and Email-gate. Then it was fake
news on Breitbart, Facebook, and Twitter. More recently it became Russian
hackers. One could make a case for the first of these. Many white people
are fed up with political correctness. They have had it with being told
they have “privileges.” They are fed up with official narrative
on race, gender, homosexuality, and so on. Trump actually said little
about these, but what he did say appealed to the white working class.
Ergo, he’s a racist, a sexist, and so on. This is Exhibit A in the
decline of critical thinking skills amongst the “experts”
of our era, and certainly among so-called progressives. At one point,
Trump told black America, “Your schools are terrible.” This
is the truth. Most public schools are terrible. Some are worse
than others, though, and those of the inner cities border on dysfunctional.
We are
awash in fake narratives, promulgated in universities and government as
well as major media. Fake narratives form the backdrop that gives mainstream
media fake news credibility. If the subject is race, the fake narrative
begins with the premise that America is a structurally racist society,
that what is harming blacks today is the legacy of slavery, not their
own behavior; that they continue to face unjust discrimination; that their
visceral hostility and violence is to be blamed on the “white majority,”
and that more “education for diversity” is the cure.
If you
don’t agree, then you’re a “basket of deplorables”
racist, “irredeemable” and possibly even a “white nationalist”
or “white supremacist.”
Thus
you will not read about black crime in any general way, even if a few
dramatic incidents like the four blacks who kidnapped and tortured the
autistic white kid in Chicago might be covered. You will read that Black
Lives Matter, but you will be told that to respond, “all
lives matter,” is to be racist. You will not read that blacks are
13% of the population but commit well over 50% of all violent crimes in
the U.S., and in big cities, this number rises to over 90%, most of it
against other blacks. There is far more violent crime by blacks against
whites than by whites against blacks. There is far more hatred of whites
by blacks than there is hatred of blacks by whites. These, too, do not
fit the fake narrative, any more than does the occasional black conservative
who has figured all this out. Thus if you assert them, you must again
be a “deplorable” and possibly a “white… Well,
you get the idea.
Or take
gender, that “social construct” (i.e., academic superstition)
that is something other than biological sex. Women are held back by the
“glass ceiling”; never mind that one just ran for president
and would have won had it not been for the Electoral College. Women, it
seems, face hostile environments, because everywhere they go, they face
the “patriarchy.”
Universities
have a “rape culture” where one in five (one in six? one in
four?) girls can expect to be sexually assaulted at some point. Another
fake narrative. Recall the “campus rape” story at the University
of Virginia fraternity house that Rolling Stone reported? Completely
discredited, this sordid tale owes its existence to the fake “rape
culture” narrative. The article has been taken down. I am not surprised.
It is embarrassing. Read (I copied and saved portions of it):
“Jackie
was sober but giddy with discovery as she looked around the room crammed
with rowdy strangers guzzling beer and dancing to loud music. She smiled
at her date, whom we’ll call Drew, a good-looking junior – or
in UVA parlance, a third-year – and he smiled enticingly back.
“Want
to go upstairs, where it’s quieter?” Drew shouted into her ear,
and Jackie’s heart quickened. She took his hand as he threaded them
out of the crowded room and up a staircase….
Drew
ushered Jackie into a bedroom, shutting the door behind them. The room
was pitch-black inside. Jackie blindly turned toward Drew, uttering
his name. At that same moment, she says, she detected movement in the
room – and felt someone bump into her. Jackie began to scream.
“Shut
up,” she heard a man’s voice say as a body barreled into her, tripping
her backward and sending them both crashing through a low glass table.
There was a heavy person on top of her, spreading open her thighs, and
another person kneeling on her hair, hands pinning down her arms, sharp
shards digging into her back, and excited male voices rising all around
her. When yet another hand clamped over her mouth, Jackie bit it, and
the hand became a fist that punched her in the face. The men surrounding
her began to laugh. For a hopeful moment Jackie wondered if this wasn’t
some collegiate prank. Perhaps at any second someone would flick on
the lights and they’d return to the party.
“Grab
its [sic.] m********* leg,” she heard a voice say. And that’s when
Jackie knew she was going to be raped.
She
remembers every moment of the next three hours of agony, during which,
she says, seven men took turns raping her, while two more – her
date, Drew, and another man – gave instruction and encouragement.
She remembers how the spectators swigged beers, and how they called
each other nicknames like Armpit and Blanket. She remembers the men’s
heft and their sour reek of alcohol mixed with the pungency of marijuana.
Most of all, Jackie remembers the pain and the pounding that went on
and on….
When
Jackie came to, she was alone. It was after 3 a.m. She painfully rose
from the floor and ran shoeless from the room. She emerged to discover
the Phi Psi party still surreally under way, but if anyone noticed the
barefoot, disheveled girl hurrying down a side staircase, face beaten,
dress spattered with blood, they said nothing. Disoriented, Jackie burst
out a side door, realized she was lost, and dialed a friend, screaming,
“Something bad happened. I need you to come and find me!”
Minutes later, her three best friends on campus – two boys and
a girl (whose names are changed) – arrived to find Jackie on a
nearby street corner, shaking. “What did they do to you? What did
they make you do?” Jackie recalls her friend Randall demanding.
Jackie shook her head and began to cry. The group looked at one another
in a panic. They all knew about Jackie’s date; the Phi Kappa Psi house
loomed behind them. “We have to get her to the hospital,”
Randall said.
Their
other two friends, however, weren’t convinced. “Is that such a
good idea?” she recalls Cindy asking. “Her reputation will
be shot for the next four years.” Andy seconded the opinion, adding
that since he and Randall both planned to rush fraternities, they ought
to think this through. The three friends launched into a heated discussion
about the social price of reporting Jackie’s rape, while Jackie stood
beside them, mute in her bloody dress, wishing only to go back to her
dorm room and fall into a deep, forgetful sleep. Detached, Jackie listened
as Cindy prevailed over the group: “She’s gonna be the girl who
cried ‘rape,’ and we’ll never be allowed into any frat party again.”

This
story began to unravel almost at once. Efforts were made to identify “Drew,”
something “Jackie” had refused to do from the start. There
was no evidence he existed. And are we really supposed to believe that
these people rolled around in broken glass for three hours?
Or
that following a brutal gang rape, she and her friends would be pondering
the future of their social lives? 
It turned
out that when someone checked its calendar, the Phi Kappa Psi fraternity
had not held an event the night of the alleged “gang rape.”
As “Jackie’s” friends were located, they had different
stories of what happened that night, leaving investigators with an incoherent
mess. “Jackie” stopped cooperating. Surprise, surprise.
Had
this “gang rape” actually happened as described, would there
have been the slightest doubt? Ever knocked a drinking glass to your kitchen
floor by accident? Of course you have; we all have. You locate the pieces
and pick them up gingerly, unless you want to sustain a few painful cuts.
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