Despite all his protestations to the contrary, the black man insisted that this was a race issue. All the arguments that Tucker made about civic identity were breezily dismissed. Tucker even came close to completely losing his cool and snapping when the black guy claimed racial solidarity with his black brethren. He literally said that it was a bond that transcended social class or how much money he made.
Tucker was apoplectic. “But you live in the same neighborhood as I do!” He insisted. But the black guy didn’t care. He still decided to show solidarity with de brothas. He didn’t condemn them as “black trash” and try to ingratiate himself to Tucker or try to prove that he was better than they were. He was calm as a Hindu cow as he defended his race from de cracka sitting opposite him.
Nothing could shake his confidence that his tribe was in the right, and that Whitey was in the wrong.
He even brought up the First Amendment with such self-assured confidence. He knew that a non-White’s right to criticize Whitey in the USA is sacrosanct. Tucker was left scrambling to make arguments appealing to civic nationalism that fell on dead ears. The well-educated, well-paid and well-treated black lawyer still considered himself to be a nationality within a nation.
