Rex Murphy: Cleaver, naturally, was acting under the new and so brightly fashionable Spirit (it needs the capital as it has in the mind of progressive preachers replaced the old “Holy” one) of Inclusion. Invoke inclusion as a motive for any alteration of things as they are, any determined safari into illogic or folly, and it is both a shield and a banner.
It’s an incantation, a train of words meant to avert evil spirits — these being in our enlightened times not the ancient demons of the dark underworld, but the updated scourges of identity vigilantes, gender obsessives, pronoun warriors and others of that menacing ilk.
There is not a corporate statement, a university charter, a Hollywood production or a publishing house that does not profess its eager subjection to this new idol. It figures in every forced apology following attacks from the cancel mobs. To piously mouth the word inclusion, or give it first-line standing in the corporate mission statement, is like swiping the woke credit card for absolution. And if offenders, as they always do, add an obsequious genuflection to diversity (it is our strength), then — thy sins are forgiven, the hive is appeased, and it’s off to woke heaven.
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