The New Haven 20 Get Some Justice

New Haven 20, photo source: NY Post

By Tony Vega

No Justice, No Peace!

The New Haven 20 is a group of mainly white firefighters that were discriminated against because they had the audacity to hope. Their hope was not based in false promise but in merit, you see in 2003 they studied hard, made sacrifices and took a promotional exam and passed. The problem was that their black colleagues did not score high enough to be promoted and the test was thrown out.

The brave firefighters challenged the city of New Haven claiming discrimination. Barack Obama's nominee to the highest court in the land Sonya Sotomayor sided with New Haven's discriminatory action. On Monday, June 29, the Supreme Court overturned Sotomayor's ruling. The SCOTUS decision affirmed that civil rights law could also protect whites from such discrimination.

"Race-based action like the city's [New Haven, Conn.] in this case is impermissible."- Justice Anthony M. Kennedy

Sotomayor and the three judge panel of the U.S. 2nd Circuit Court of Appeals opined that the white firefighters do not have equal protection under Title V11 of the Civil Rights Act of 1964, they did claim sympathy for the firefighters namely one man with dyslexia that overcame serious challenges to pass the exam. Sotomayers' sympathy and $2.25 would get me a ride on a NYC bus.

That decision spurred a dissenting response by judge Jose Cabranes, ironically a Sotomayor mentor; "The opinion [Sotomayer's and the three judge panel ]contains no reference whatsoever to the constitutional claims at the core of this case, and a casual reader of the opinion could be excused for wondering whether a learning disability played at least as much a role in this case as the alleged racial discrimination, This perfunctory disposition rests uneasily with the weighty issues presented by this appeal."

The SCOTUS did take on the weighty issues and overturned Sotomayor's ruling.
While on a Judge’s panel in the early 1990‘s, Sotomayor boasted to be "the perfect affirmative action baby" and admitted that “my test scores were not comparable to my colleagues at Princeton and Yale.”

Her more famous viewpoint derived from a 2001 speech, which garnered quick attention, and an even quicker excusal from the left. The following are excerpts of that speech:

Sonya Sotomayor declared that the ethnicity and sex of a judge “may and will make a difference in our judging.” This ran counter to both Justice Ruth Bader Ginsberg and retired Justice Sandra Day O'Connor who opined that a wise old man and a wise old woman would reach the same conclusion when deciding cases.

Sotomayor continues, “I would hope that a wise Latina woman with the richness of her experiences would more often than not reach a better conclusion than a white male who hasn’t lived that life.”

In 2005, while addressing student law clerks Sotomayor had this to say, "court of appeals is where policy is made.” She then immediately adds, “And I know — I know this is on tape, and I should never say that because we don’t make law. I know. O.K. I know. I’m not promoting it. I’m not advocating it. I’m — you know.”

Perhaps, these facts about Sotomayor will make it more clear to the nation as to why she is so attractive to Barack Obama. Clearly, Sotomayor wears the cloak of a judicial activist. Isn't that what the people want on the SCOTUS? No? Then why vote for a man who has the power to make those appointments and demonstrated his entire life not for equal justice but socially engineered justice, be it economical or appointment.

Is Sonya Sotomayor a racist or a race hack? Who knows what evil lurks in the hearts of man...or woman. But I can tell you this her track record at the minimum exposes a race activist more along the lines of Al Sharpton than Martin Luther King. Again, that's what the sheep...ahem...the people asked for.

While on the subject of fairness, yes racial equality for all usually musters up fairness in my warped mind, a quick look at the man voted as POTUS will also reveal the prevailing double standard in this nation. A white man would not be able to distance himself from the R label if he spent his adult life in a religious front like TUCC, wallowed in racist hate like pig on stink, and allowed the grand wizard of hate to baptize his children.

Barack Obama has always gravitated toward the fringe elements of society not in an effort to embrace Freedom and democracy, just the opposite, to embrace ideals from Frank the Communist, Ayers the terrorist/anarchist and Wright the racist. There is something about Sonya Sotomayer that Barack Obama likes.

Who would have thought that in America such a man with such indoctrination would rise to such power? That is supposed to be the story of a radical nation, well may be it is.

“A major SCOTUS ruling has reversed persistent, unjust, unfair, and unacceptable racism. The racists have been called out by the Supreme Court jurists. Reverse racism is racism, period.” - Andrew Benjamin, great American

I hope the New Haven 20 relish this decision, justice like this may not last while the radicals are in control.

Sources:

1. nytimes.com
2. politifact.com
3. cnn.com
4. nypost.com

Dinner With Obama, A Parable.......

(thanks AGB for this great email & parable)

-Author Unknown

Once upon a time, I was invited to the White House for a private dinner
with the President. I am a respected businessman, with a factory that
produces memory chips for computers and portable electronics. There was
some talk that my industry was being scrutinized by the administration,
but I paid it no mind. I live in a free country. There's nothing that
the government can do to me if I've broken no laws. My wealth was earned
honestly, and an invitation to dinner with an American President is an
honor.

I checked my coat, was greeted by the Chief of Staff, and joined the
President in a yellow dining room. We sat across from each other at a
table draped in white linen. The Great Seal was embossed on the china.
Uniformed staff served our dinner.

The meal was served, and I was startled when my waiter suddenly reached
out, plucked a dinner roll off my plate, and began nibbling it as he
walked back to the kitchen.

"Sorry about that," said the President. "Andrew is very hungry."

"I don't appreciate..." I began, but as I looked into the calm brown
eyes across from me, I felt immediately guilty and petty. It was just a
dinner roll. "Of course," I concluded, and reached for my glass. Before
I could, however, another waiter reached forward, took the glass away
and swallowed the wine in a single gulp.

"And his brother Eric is very thirsty." said the President.

I didn't say anything. The President is testing my compassion, I
thought. I will play along. I don't want to seem unkind.

My plate was whisked away before I had tasted a bite.

"Eric's children are also quite hungry."

With a lurch, I crashed to the floor. My chair had been pulled out from
under me. I stood, brushing myself off angrily, and watched as it was
carried from the room.

"And their grandmother can't stand for long."

I excused myself, smiling outwardly, but inside feeling like a fool.
Obviously I had been invited to the White House to be sport for some
game. I reached for my coat, to find that it had been taken. I turned
back to the President.

"Their grandfather doesn't like the cold."

I wanted to shout- that was my coat! But again, I looked at the placid
smiling face of my host and decided I was being a poor sport. I spread
my hands helplessly and chuckled. Then I felt my hip pocket and realized
my wallet was gone. I excused myself and walked to a phone on an elegant
side table. I learned shortly that my credit cards had been maxed out,
my bank accounts emptied, my retirement and equity portfolios had
vanished, and my wife had been thrown out of our home. Apparently, the
waiters and their families were moving in.. The President hadn't moved
or spoken as I learned all this, but finally I lowered the phone into
its cradle and turned to face him.

"Andrew's whole family has made bad financial decisions. They haven't
planned for retirement, and they need a house. They recently defaulted
on a subprime mortgage. I told them they could have your home. They need
it more than you do."

My hands were shaking. I felt faint. I stumbled back to the table and
knelt on the floor. The President cheerfully cut his meat, ate his steak
and drank his wine. I lowered my eyes and stared at the small grey
circles on the tablecloth that were water drops.

"By the way," He added, "I have just signed an Executive Order
nationalizing your factories. I'm firing you as head of your business.
I'll be operating the firm now for the benefit of all mankind.. There's
a whole bunch of Eric’s and Andrews out there and they can't come to you
for jobs groveling like beggars."

I looked up. The President dropped his spoon into the empty ramekin
which had been his crème brulee. He drained the last drops of his wine.
As the table was cleared, he lit a cigarette and leaned back in his
chair. He stared at me. I clung to the edge of the table as if were a
ledge and I were a man hanging over an abyss. I thought of the years
behind me, of the life I had lived. The life I had earned with a
lifetime of work, risk and struggle. Why was I punished? How had I
allowed it to be taken? What game had I played and lost? I looked across
the table and noticed with some surprise that there was no game board
between us.

What had I done wrong?

As if answering the unspoken thought, the President suddenly cocked his
head, locked his empty eyes to mine, and bared a million teeth,
chuckling wryly as he folded his hands.

"You should have stopped me at the dinner roll," he said.

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"America will never be destroyed from the outside. If we falter and lose our freedoms, it will be because we destroyed ourselves." Abraham Lincoln