I’m a bad person; I can’t help it. I shouldn’t laugh at others’ misery. But when the misery is brought on by one’s own lies and refusal to admit wrongdoing, then I can’t help it. I giggle.
Remember Rachel Dolezal? She’s the former college professor and NAACP official who was exposed by her own parents to be pure, unadulterated white, and who had been lying about her race.
In the aftermath of the scandal, Dolezal lost her job and her position at NAACP. She claimed – spitting in the face of biology and common sense – that race is just a “construct,” and that she’s “transracial,” because she identifies as black, even though the bug shit crazy bitch is whiter than I am.
And now, poor little lying Rachel is having a tough time finding a job.
The former professor and columnist told the Guardian she’s applied for more than 100 jobs, but not a single place will hire her. The only offers that have come her way have been for reality television and porn.
Dolezal now relies on food stamps to feed her family and has been receiving help from a friend to cover her — next month she expects to be homeless, the Guardian reported.
You know, I just can’t find it in my heart to feel any sympathy for her. She lied. She lied to everyone about who she was. She used those lies to get a position with a civil rights organization and a college. And when she was discovered to have lied, she decided to pull the victim card and claim how she’s always felt wrong, how she FEELS black, and she made a mockery of black people’s experiences.
So, no. I don’t feel sorry for her, especially since she refuses to even acknowledge she did anything wrong.
Oh, and she has a memoir coming out, discussing how she “suffered” as a black person. This, after more than 30 publishing houses turned her down.
I really want to give her a high five. In the face. With a chair.