WASHINGTON. What was it about the Covington Catholic High School student that triggered such vitriolic hatred from the press and leftist thralls on social media? Was it the image of the noble, Native American activist, Nathan Phillips, confronted by the young, threatening high school thug, Nick Sandmann?
Was it the site of a white youngster wearing a “Make America Great Again” hat while staring down a drumming aboriginal “man of color”?
None of the above.
It has more to do with the unflinching confidence of a young man facing a modern, new-age, American nihilist masquerading as a pre-Columbian primitive. Confidence informed by the Judeo-Christian context that is also the basis of Western Civilization.
A context that quite obviously brings a smile to the young man’s face when confronted by a silly, noisy old man.
Grin and bearing all that bull
That smile shows a less than subtle amusement at the ideas – or lack thereof – encompassed within the surreal visage of a man beating a stretched animal skin in the 21st century.
And doing so while standing in a nation’s capital whose technology put a man on the moon.
Medicine man Sitting Bull may have lived to see George Armstrong Custer cut down at the battle of the Little Bighorn. However, the Ghost Dance religion Bull espoused in his later years, with frenzied chants and drums sounding in the background, never produced the desired result. The return of the buffalo to the Great Plains and the miraculous disappearance of the white settler.
Twenty-five stars graced the US flag when Sitting Bull was born in 1836.
That number reached 44 by his death in 1890. Six additional stars were added to Old Glory’s blue field before activist Nathan Phillips stood at the Lincoln Memorial and began beating his drum in support of the first Indigenous People’s March.
All fuss and feathers
But nihilism knows no race or ethnicity. 2020 presidential hopeful Elizabeth Warren has insisted, with the persistence of Phillips’s beating drum, that she is an indigenous person herself.
She touted a questionable DNA test that found 1/1,024th Native American blood coursing through her veins.
That, of course, means she is 99.9 percent non-Indigenous. But that’s beside the point. As the Washington Post’s Kathleen Parker noted:
“She [Warren] had to do it. As long as [President Donald] Trump breathed, Warren would be viewed by many as the caricature [“Pocahontas”] he had drawn. If Trump knows anything, it’s branding.”
Nick Sandmann’s broad smile is itself a form of branding.
A smile crowned by a crimson hat emblazoned with words proclaiming a new manifest destiny to supplant the left’s confused and self-destructive nihilism. A smile that says,
“I too am a native-born, indigenous American.”
A smile that says a new generation views the left’s absurd hobby horses with amusement before a heartfelt belly laugh.
You see, the hate leveled at Nick Sandmann is really about that broad, confident smile.