I didn’t know whether I wanted to blog on this story, or immigrate to a more productive hobby than blogging. While that decision remains aloft, I’ll compromise and a draft a brief expression of wonder at what has to be the most bizarre story I’ve read in some time.
In it, a jewish female race vampire–imagine an ersatz Tim Wise without the paunch, penis, or goodwill toward white people–vacates her already interracial marriage to take up with a palsied and mute black invalid 11 years her junior. Sounds copacetic. Though since her paramour didn’t possess the cognitive capacity of the cucumbers that preceded his entry into her vaginal canal, he was judged incapable of rendering sexual consent. Thus compelling authorities to seek legal relief, specifically in the form of a First Degree Felony Sexual Assault indictment. A charge she was subsequently convicted of and now awaits sentencing. There could be no greater joy.
But first some background. Let’s begin with Juliet.
Marjorie Anna Stubblefield goes by her middle name, pronounced with an aristocratic a, as in the word ‘‘nirvana.’’ Her last name is her former husband’s. Years ago, she was Margie McClennen, an honors student who grew up Jewish in the nearly all-white town of Plymouth, Mich. ‘‘I was raised to believe that I have the responsibility of tikkun olam, repairing the world,’’ Anna wrote in her 2005 book ‘‘Ethics Along the Color Line.’’
And Ms. Tikkun took her Olam very seriously indeed. What follows is a brief sampling of her ruminations on just who it is that requires a severe repairing.
Our world is in shambles. White supremacy is central to this state of affairs, and we cannot repair the world without ending it.
Even in well-intentioned quests to be antiracist, white people all too often invade or destroy the space of nonwhite people.
Whites elites devised measures of I.Q. as both a rationalization and a tool of anti-black oppression.
It is crucial to wrestle with the horrors and conundrums of whiteness.
Well the jury elected to wrestle instead with the conundrums of sexually predating crippled black vegetables. And that’s another horror of whiteness she didn’t even mention.
So who was this Billy Dee Williams of B. rapa?
D.J. is impaired: His cerebral palsy leaves him prone to muscle spasms in his face, his neck, his torso and his arms and hands…it’s hard for him to stay in one position, muscle contractions sometimes twist his spine and clench his fingers in a useless ball…he has trouble making eye contact and keeping objects fixed in view…he wears diapers and cannot dress himself…he can walk only if someone steadies him, otherwise he gets around by scooting on the floor…D.J. screams when he’s unhappy and chirps when he’s excited, but he can’t control his vocal cords…at 35, D.J. has never said a word.
So DJ’s guardians delivered him to the tender care of Ms. Stubblefield who, in addition to her meanderings on white malfeasance, was also an avid practitioner of a ludicrous debunked Ouija board procedure called “Facilitated Communication.” In this, a facilitator grasps the arm or finger of a future boyfriend and maneuvers it to spell whatever message the quack pretends to divine. There is some perverse pride to be taken from a society so dissolute that such manure could actually be served for consumption. At any rate, the image below depicts a session (not our star-crossed lovers) in mid charlatanry.
So after DJ composed a series of sonnets via FC, he and Anna announced their intention to elope to his dumbfounded mammy, who subsequently took notice of their sunny shenanigans to the po-po. All of which culminated in a woman weeping more lavishly over her impending prison sentence than even the state of white supremacy. It was that bad.
And while we invaders, destroyers, and horrors are to remain at least momentarily at-large, Anna Stubblefield, alas, will not.
For never was a story of more woe than this.