Diversity has been defined as “chasing down the last white”. Seems fitting these days.
Perhaps the only thing that is funny about the situation is that white liberals think they’ll be spared, because goodthink. But what they don’t understand is that once identity politics take hold, your skin and your appearance is your uniform.
The young white man didn’t understand that you never run from vibrants. Few things embolden them like seeing someone break and run.
I used to wonder why the original SA was formed; one would read about street battles between them and the German communists, but that tended to create an impression of the Jets and the Sharks meeting somewhere at the appointed hour. Now, it is starting to make a little more sense.