Special Request: DON’T BE A KAREN. BE A BECKY!
Subscriber Mike writes:
I'd also recommend Ann's column "Don't be a Karen. Be a Becky!" (which came out in the midst of the skyrocketing crime and anti-white hysteria following Saint Floyd's death). It's one of my all time favorite Ann columns, and BOY is it relevant right now with all of the current smearing of white women who dare do anything about black men stealing from them like the Citi Bike "Karen" or more recently the two white female Lululemon employees fired for calling the police on black thieves.
Here it is:
DON’T BE A KAREN. BE A BECKY!
July 29, 2020 by Ann Coulter
“Karen” and “Becky” are two neologisms with opposite meanings.
Karen: a white woman, who feels entitled to lecture perfect strangers about their behavior.
Synonyms: “Co-op Board President”; “Hillary Clinton”; “Portland ‘Moms’”
Becky: a white woman who calls the police on a suspicious black male.
Synonyms: “Still alive”; “Breathing”
Karens used to be known as “bossy,” but then Sheryl Sandberg said that was sexist, so a new word had to be invented to describe the exact same conduct.
— A Karen will walk across the street to tell you you’re in a non-smoking area.
— She’s the person who harangues strangers on mask-wearing.
— She’s the Harvard Asian who made a TikTok video lecturing white people on their racism and threatening, “Ima stab you!”
The public has been crying out for a word like “Karen” ever since “bossy” was cruelly taken away from us.
I’m more interested in the Becky.
As a huge fan of Me Not Being Killed, I can’t help but notice that the Becky concept runs counter to all received wisdom on how to avoid becoming a crime statistic. The central lesson, for example, of Gavin De Becker’s smash, featured-on-“Oprah” bestselling book, The Gift of Fear: Survival Signals That Protect Us from Violence is: Trust your gut.
On the very first page, De Becker writes:
“I’ve learned some lessons about safety through years of asking people who have suffered violence, ‘Could you have seen this coming?’ Most often they say, ‘No, it just came out of nowhere.’ But if I am quiet, if I wait a moment, here comes the information: ‘I felt uneasy when I first met that guy …’ or ‘Now that I think of it, I was suspicious when he approached me.’”
Women in particular, he says, are at a disadvantage because of their desire not to appear “rude.”
True, women’s gut feelings may be oversensitive to black men. We’ll get to that later. Now we’re talking about how to avoid being mugged, raped, tortured or killed. It’s survival of the Beckiest.
All strange men ought to set off some level of alarm bell in women, who are substantially weaker than men have vastly less testosterone — and therefore should not be cops or soldiers, while we’re on the subject. If a woman is wrong about a white guy — no harm, no foul. (In fact, the man would probably still be blamed.) If she’s wrong and it’s a black guy, heaven help her! She’s a Becky. Her life will be ruined.
Whenever I hear about Beckys, I’m reminded of the rape-torture of a 23-year-old Columbia University graduate student in 2007. Returning to her apartment building around 10 o’clock one night, she rode in the elevator with an unfamiliar black man. He got off on her floor, followed her down the hallway, then asked her a question about where someone lived, just as she was entering her apartment.
She stopped — according to the prosecutor, to be “kind” — and began to answer his question. Wouldn’t want to be a Becky!
Over the next 19 hours, Robert A. Williams raped and tortured the woman, tying her to the bed, cutting off her hair, slitting her eyelids with scissors, throwing boiling water over her face and chest, pouring bleach into her eyes, forcing her to swallow handfuls of ibuprofen, gluing her mouth shut and ordering her to gouge out her eyes with scissors, among other monstrosities.