Pseudo-Revolutionary Van Jones Fails At Copying Tea Party Success
This is a movement moment! Something's happening in America! Don't you give up on this country! Don't you give up on this movement! This is your movement!
This is what Jones does best. Rally the troops. The NYPD video with marchers shouting “Take the bridge” “take the bridge” must have been a déjà vu moment for the highly paid agitator. As a second-year law student interning in San Francisco, Jones witnessed the aftermath of the Simi Valley acquittal of four police officers involved in the Rodney King beating. Jones himself joined the street marches as a “racial justice activist.”
In 2007 Jones reprinted a 1992 essay “articulating” his “political agenda” which, he said, “remains largely undone and unfinished.” It offers yet another glimpse into the professional revolutionary’s historic mission to “build a real Opposition that can take down their [the establishment] paper tiger, once and for all.” For the most part the themes are the same as those he expounds on today: wealth redistribution, American greed, social equality and the eternal desire for a world revolution.
But the self-described 25-year old “rowdy nationalist” revealed a side to himself that suggests underneath the “radical pose” is a coward who suffers from terminal hypocrisy, railing against “San Francisco’s Dukakis-backing, tofu-eating, Greenpeace-loving, sandal-wearing citizenry.” Jones admits that the Rodney King riots were just a bit too violent for the communist-in-waiting.
From his essay “Notes Under Curfew: West Coast Riots Indict Both Right and Left:”
As instructed, we barred our doors, obeyed the curfew and peered through our TV screens into the hostile night.
Well, at least, that's what I did.
But before that, I was out in the streets…
Looking back, there was a moment — a brief, flickering instant that lasted several hours — when the People could do anything We wanted to do. Our moment had finally come! We were righteous, fired up, weren't takin' no more!
We were one thousand strong on Market Street, with the Bay Bridge shut down in rush hour traffic and the grounds around the state building swarming with angry mobs!
Our rallying cry was for justice; our demand was that the System be changed!
Yes, the Great Revolutionary Moment had at long last come. And the time, clearly, was ours!
So we stole stuff.
Y'know, stole stuff. Radios, tennis shoes. Well, not everybody, of course.
The vast majority (me included) just marched around and chanted slogans. But some set trash cans on fire. And smashed in car windows. And some kids stoned a few passing cars pretty good.
And stole stuff, like I said.
Now, I had always dreamed that I would revel in such a riot. But I didn't. I got a safe ride home ... and wept.
I cried because at that Moment — when some Great Revolutionary Leader was supposed to have emerged from the crowd, grabbed the megaphone, spoken to our hearts and hopes, set out our program to overthrow the old order and build a new one — nobody had anything to say.
This kind of hokey nonsense from a Yale law student who showed up on campus his first week toting a Black Panthers backpack and wearing combat boots still goes over big with the under 30-group Jones continues to recruit; the same human shields he regularly shoves in front of his latest scams. But at a pivotal moment when Jones should have grabbed the “megaphone” he went home and cried like a baby, leaving the dirty work to his riled up minions.
Almost 20 years later the” bookish and bizarre” child from rural Tennessee who was introduced as a “genius from the hood” at one gathering is still standing on the sidelines making the big bucks while others do his bidding. He’s gotten bolder since Obama became President and old friend Valerie Jarrett who’s been “watching him since his Oakland days” tapped him for the White House’s senior adviser on green jobs.
By his own admission Van hit pay dirt when the Obamas moved into the White House.
So Barack Obama’s agenda is our agenda, except he’s the president-elect. So that makes our agenda a whole lot easier to get done.
I couldn't be prouder to be laying my sword on the table along with everybody else in the Obama Love Army, and I'm excited about it.
In 2008 he told a group of high school dropouts, “I love Barack Obama…I’d pay money just to shine the brother’s shoes.” After speaking to the New Bedford, Massachusetts group he told the writer from The New Yorker shadowing him that day, “That was my street rap… You get to hear my élite rap later on.”
If Jones possesses any “genius” it definitely is his Gantry-like gift of gab common to all avaricious hucksters. Throw in his lifelong desire to “take down” the establishment “once and for all” and you’ve got one very rich revolutionary.
The $60 billion in stimulus monies Obama earmarked for green projects must have seemed like Jones’ own American Dream had come true at last. As senior adviser for the White House Council on Environmental Quality Jones certainly had come a long way from his undergraduate days where he changed his name to “Van” (to add “a little touch of nobility”) and where his interest in militant black separatism began to surface.
The transplanted Tennessean was hardly a household word before 2007, but just like other pesky perpetrators bent on changing the United States of America while striking it rich, he latched on to money-making schemes like “greening the ghetto” as “the engine for transforming the whole society.”
Two years after his communist/truther/radical past caught up with him and Jones exited the White House in the middle of the night, the $500 million allocated for 4 million new green jobs was down the drain. The 20-year veteran of non-profits, NGO’S and radical movements has not yet answered for his part in the failed drive to “slap some solar panels” on houses in the hood.
This past summer Jones called on citizens to submit ideas for his American Dream Movement based on the Tea Party while his Contract for the American Dream was based on the Tea Party’s Contract for America. His obsession with the grass-roots movement was apparent on Monday when he called the hitherto ‘racist’ ‘crazy’ Tea Party “warm and sharing and kind.”
At the same time Jones encouraged the conference attendees to “steal” their ideas. This is vintage Jones. He once told an interviewer for an online magazine that he prefers cooperation to animosity. "If I have to fight you, I’ll fight you, but I would rather work with you to get a better outcome for my children and for your children.”
Jones' record proves he has not only run from any fights that came his way and taken the “safe ride home” but he avoids confrontation at all costs. On the surface Jones telling Glenn Beck he “loves” him seems like some kind of inverted leftist strategy but looking back to Jones’ missed “Great Revolutionary Moment” in 1992, all his follow-up posturing about the power of leaderless revolutions is a convenient cover for a two-faced radical.