Then he opened his mouth one too many times.
He said in an interview, of “the Negro” (never mind the choice of “black” or “African American”), “They abort their young children, they put their young men in jail, because they never learned how to pick cotton. And I’ve often wondered, are they better off as slaves, picking cotton and having a family life and doing things, or are they better off under government subsidy? They didn’t get no more freedom. They got less freedom.”
The first sound to be heard was that of jaws dropping over the idea that such mindless, stupid racism was still possible in this country. The next was that of universal condemnation, followed by the thunder of suddenly not-so-enthusiastic supporters running away as quickly as they could.
Bundy fancies himself a patriot, so he might want to brush up on Patrick Henry. In a single sentence, he summed up the essence of this country: “Give me liberty, or give me death.” Freedom is the prime value because with it, all things are possible, and without it, none are. We have the freedom in this country to challenge the federal government’s size and say stupid things, and we have the freedom to call out people for saying stupid things.
But we have the freedom, and tens of thousands of true patriots have died to give it to us. Better off as slaves? Your 15 minutes of fame are up, Mr. Bundy.