Building bridges and breaking down the barriers that hold the Black man back. That’s what every Uncle Tom liberal who crawls off to places like Columbia to spend the better part of his life tap dancing for academia’s armchair Marxists and promoting policies that have destroyed the Black community will tell you he’s actually doing. In reality, “brothers” like Lionel McIntyre (or Beltway Sniper defending Jesse Taylor from Pandagon) know that they are part of the reason the Black community is in the shape it’s in and just don’t care.

There was a time, I know because I’ve met Black men who were from that time, when to be called a man in the Black community meant you had to be a good husband, a good provider, law abiding, a good neighbor, and above all, the kind of man that any woman, White, Black or any color could feel safe around.

My grandfather was beloved, not just by his family and friends, but by the White folks for whom he was the only Black man they knew. Al Hinton was a good man. One of his neighbors was a White woman who was, when my family first migrated to the Port Jervis area of New York, deathly afraid of Black folks. Within a few years she was baking cakes for my grandparents and said she felt safer knowing that “Al would look in on her” when there was a bad storm or it was snake season. He never raised his hands to a woman, only spanked one of his kids once, and I can’t recall him ever even raising his voice in anger.

Not to say he was soft. He walked 6-10 miles a day in his twilight years. He was a stoic and rugged man raised on the streets of Newark, New Jersey with his brothers. One of whom ended up in the hospital when he was in his latter 60s because when two young punks tried to mug him in broad daylight he decided to fight both of them. He proudly proclaimed that he won that fight, because he kept his wallet. My grandfather’s generation was raised to earn what they had, including the respect of their neighbors and status in their community. They’d be more likely to take a poke at McIntyre than even think about hitting a woman.

Compare these men to the angry man-children of the Black community today, products of a White liberal run educational system that teaches them not to strive and a race hustling industry run by the likes of “Rev” Jesse Jackson that tells them they are owed something. Lionel McIntyre is the epitome of this sort of Black “man” who runs off to college and stays there forever, happy to be given intellectual hand-jobs for inferior performance by White liberals who secretly think of him as a trained monkey dancing to the tune they grind out on their academic organs. He’s never had to earn respect, never had to seriously defend his beliefs, and has lived for decades in a fantasy world where it’s normal for him to be treated like a child who has no ability to control his actions.

So like a child when he isn’t getting his emotional diaper changed the way he likes, he lashes out unaware of the consequences of his actions. From the NYPost:

A prominent Columbia architecture professor punched a female university employee in the face at a Harlem bar during a heated argument about race relations, cops said yesterday.

Police busted Lionel McIntyre, 59, for assault yesterday after his bruised victim, Camille Davis, filed charges.

McIntyre and Davis, who works as a production manager in the school’s theater department, are both regulars at Toast, a popular university bar on Broadway and 125th Street, sources said.

The professor, who is black, had been engaged in a fiery discussion about “white privilege” with Davis, who is white, and another male regular, who is also white, Friday night at 10:30 when fists started flying, patrons said.

McIntyre, who is known as “Mac” at the bar, shoved Davis, and when the other patron and a bar employee tried to break it up, the prof slugged Davis in the face, witnesses said.

“The punch was so loud, the kitchen workers in the back heard it over all the noise,” bar back Richie Velez, 28, told The Post. “I was on my way over when he punched Camille and she fell on top of me.”

The other patron involved in the dispute said McIntyre then took a swing at him after he yelled, “You don’t hit a woman!”

“He knocked the glasses right off my face,” said the man, who would only give his first name as “Shannon.” “The punch came out of nowhere. Mac was talking to us about white privilege and what I was doing about it — apparently I wasn’t doing enough.”

Of course not. McIntyre has learned that people like “Shannon” and Davis will stroke him as long and hard as he desires, in return for him acting as a spokesperson for leftist claptrap like “White privilege” which, for those of you not familiar with academic Marxism, is the theory that the nebulous “White” race (which never seems to include Latinos of European decent, Italians, Arabs who are in fact “White,” and anyone else willing to make a fuss) is born so superior in position (and intellect) to everyone else that to make things fair we’d have to handicap Whites so others could catch up. You know, because we non-Whites could never be successful through hard work. And we certainly shouldn’t take pride in non-Whites who have been successful through their own work and not by riding some White person’s coat tails.

You’ll also notice that McIntyre is a bully who hit the woman first, then only hit the man when he saw that “Shannon” wasn’t going to beat the crap out of him. Typical. Had “Shannon” stood up to him in the first place McIntyre would have slithered off like the punk he is, but of course Davis would have been hit with a racial harassment charge that the Columbia plantation would have been all too eager to file to keep their star house boy happy.

McIntyre was released without having to post bail, ironic because if it wasn’t for his connection to White liberals through Columbia he’d have been required to post bond, so I guess that “White Privilege” works out pretty well for McIntyre after all. He then had the temerity to make this statement:

“It was a very unfortunate event,” he said afterwards. “I didn’t mean for it to explode the way it did.”

It? Some object didn’t run in and punch some gal in the face, McIntyre did. But so consumed with the idea that he isn’t responsible for any part of his life that he can’t even admit that he was the one who exploded. Disgusting.

h/t Gateway Pundit

Places where you won’t read about a woman getting punched in the face by her colleague at a bar:

Pandagon

Femististing

Feministe

Jezebel

Shakesville

Weird right? You’d think they’d care about a story of blatant misogyny featuring prominent academics….