To help solidify his narrative — and I recommend you watch the TYT appearance to witness for yourself in real time how [Michael] McWhorter raggedly and haltingly lays down the brush strokes necessary to paint the surrealist picture — our bearded Race Bro expresses concern that “no one bothered to talk about the fact that [one of the black teens] was a seventeen-year-old high school kid who acted more like an adult in that video — in my opinion — than [Ms Comrie] did. […] No one was sharing his story. No one was being a voice for him.”

— And that is precisely where Mr McWhorter comes in, you see. Oafish and hirsute, this racialist Dudley Do-Right mounts his white steed, Auntie Racist, and gallops to the rhetorical rescue, which seems to involve “doing the work” of patronizing the very people he claims to be championing. Because it’s not that the black teen who took and intentionally uploaded the video hadn’t come forward voluntarily to explain the racial maelstrom he’d caused that could possibly be responsible for “his story” not being shared. No. That would suggest that black people have individual agency, and such an idea is ludicrous to the white leftist anti-racist Savior. Instead, the problem, as Mr McWhorter recognizes it, is that no one has stepped up to provide an intelligible voice for this vilified black teen — and who better than his fat white ass to do so! — resulting in Ms Comrie and her hideous whiteness running roughshod over a marginalized person whose only real crime is his blackness. This teen’s poor upbringing and non-existent manners — screw you, Karen, I may want to use this bike later!— are very very adulty, unlike the behavior of the woman coming off a twelve-hour hospital shift in a neonatal ward. Explained the ridiculous Cracker, whitely.