I am going to begin with the disclaimer that I am not a psychiatrist. But for all intents and purposes, I don’t think that I need to be to suggest that New York Times reporter Greg Howard is suffering from paranoia. And the subject of his persecutory delusions is none other than the white woman.
Howard is a black man who wrote a scorching essay on the rudeness of white women. He writes that during his time living in New York City, he has discovered that most people walk courteously, but there is an exception. And that exception would be white women, who for some unknown reason, according to Howard, like to collectively force him off the sidewalk.
To quote Howard, “Sometimes they are buried in their phones. Other times they’re in pairs and groups and in conversations. (In pairs and groups? And even having conversations? Oh my God, the horror of it all!) But often they’re looking ahead, through me if not quite at me. (Howard is inwardly screaming, “Please, Please, just look at me, just notice me! We can only hope he doesn’t pull his pants down.). When white women are in my path they almost always continue straight, forcing me to one side without changing their course. This happens several times a day; and a couple of times a week, white women force me off the sidewalk completely. (Now, I’m pretty good at math, and I gotta say that several times a day doesn’t add up to a couple of times a week…just sayin’). In these instances when I’m standing in the street or in the dirt as a white woman strides past, broad-shouldered and blissful, I turn furious.” (Note to self and other white women; when in New York drop your shoulders, hunker down, and appear unhappy.)
Howard claims that white women are consciously and unconsciously ignoring him. Well, I for one, am a white woman who has never walked the streets of New York City, but I can promise that if I do, and if I see Howard, this is one white woman who is going to consciously cross the street to avoid this paranoid dude. And I don’t care if he’s black or purple. This guy’s rationale is the kind that gets people killed.
Howard proposes that the white women are avoiding him, because they are racially motivated to fear black men. He asks, “Do they not see me? Can they not see me?” Sure, they see you, Mr. Howard. It’s called “not talking to strangers.” It’s called “not inviting unwanted attention” from any man regardless of color.
But Greg Howard can’t understand that concept, because he is so deeply involved in himself that he believes white women are purposely running him off the sidewalk.
I assume that Howard swings from one extreme to another as after being called out on Twitter for his delusional essay, he tweeted, “they’ve found me.”
What the heck? I thought that’s what this New York Times two-bit nutbag wanted. He wants to be noticed which would necessarily mean that he has to be found.
The real question is not that Greg Howard is a racist pseudo-schizophrenic or has a paranoid personality disorder. The issue at hand should be as to why the New York Times would print Howard’s piece which suggests his internal mental conflict with white women.
Howard has an obvious hang up with white women, and I would wager it stems back to his childhood. But since we have become a nation which embraces mental disorders rather than to treat them (can you say transgenderism), the New York Times is just going with the flow and allowing Howard to expose his mental frailty.
Maybe if Arthur Sulzberger Jr., the NYT publisher, would just find a white girlfriend for Howard, he’d be okay. But then again, it could be more profitable for the Times if Howard remained in his paranoid state. Racism sells, you know.
Piling on whitey is all the rage now, so Howard is in vogue. But keep the guns away from him. He sounds like the kind of guy that could declare open season on white women.