Sotomayor’s Tortilla Chip
May 27, 2009 by Orlando
Filed under News and Opinion
Sonia Sotomayor has a tortilla chip on her shoulder daring someone to flick it off.
I’ve seen it thousands of times among minorities–that chip on their shoulder believing they are oppressed, downtrodden, or some other victim status. Sonia Sotomayor is no different. Take a look at her pretentious, racist statement:
I would hope that a wise Latina woman with the richness of her experiences would more often than not reach a better conclusion than a white male who hasn’t lived that life.
Now pretend it was a white male saying that about a Hispanic woman. That person would be jailed for hate crimes. However, when they have that tortilla chip on your shoulder minorities like Sotomayor feel they can get away with it. As I minority, I know the M.O. but choose not to fall victim to that.
Sonia Sotomayor, however, has fallen victim to the tortilla chip syndrome. Take a look at her words:
Whether born from experience or inherent physiological or cultural differences our gender and national origins may and will make a difference in our judging.
In this quote, she gives herself cart blanche to judge differently because of her “gender and national origins.” This is an amazing statement. That means, because of her skin color she can interpret the law anyway she deems worthy. It is the ”tortilla chip.”
If you flick the tortilla chip off her shoulder she will cry racism, sexism, homophobia, or any other victimization phraseology. That is how it works. You are left standing there to defend a negative like “No, I’m not a racist.” The answer lies in focusing on her skills and abilities, not her race or gender. She is a mediocre to poor judge who climbed the ladder of affirmative action. Now she is poised to take that ladder to the highest court in the land with her tortilla chip still on her shoulder.
Instead of flicking the tortilla chip, hand her a copy of the Constitution. That’s a start.
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In October of 1940 a hard working farmer was killed in a hay bailer accident, he slipped and fell into it. My brother, then age 12 saw it happen. That farmer in Duncan, OK. was my father, he was 39. I was born in February of 1941, one of my aunts told me he knew I was on the way and that he was very happy. My mother was left with virtually nothing and we were on some kind of assistancs. My brother age 14, sister age 15 , my mother and myself boarded a train to CA. when I was 2, my mother was told that Douglas Aircraft was hireing and they paid 66 cents per hour. We lived with an uncle for a while, then moved to the upper floor of an old farmhouse in Artesia, CA. With only my mother working fulltime, poor was not the word for our situation. I was a tot and did’nt know just how poor we were until I was old enough to understand. When I was 6, Mom married again, turned out he was an alcohlic, what a joy for the next 12 years. As time went on I began to realize more and more how poor we were. My step dad would rummage the trash cans behind grocery stores for over ripe fruits and vegetables so we could have some extra food. With a step brother and two step sisters, I was the only one out of the six to graduate highschool. Went to work in a union factory, Alcoa, in Vernon,CA. Here is where I learned about unions. At 18, I asked about our rundown union hall we used, eventhough $4000 men paid one dollar a month. In one month, in 1959 $4000. would buy a larger, nicer meeting place. I asked the CHIEF PLANT UNION STEWARD why we met in such a meager hall? His response was “SHUT UP AND GO BACK TO WORK”. Thats how I found out about unions and my opinion has not changed. Working at Alcoa four years it was apparent the job was not what I wanted to do. By the way, We used paper strips between the metal that was asbostos based. The temperatures in the foundry and between the presses would reach 130 degrees. I did not go back to college but went into the insurance business. During my 35 year career I achived many professional designations. During this time I got marrried and we had three great daughters, one is a teacher/school administrator, and two with masters degrees.
I am sick and tired of hearing THE STORY OF HOW HARD “I” HAD IT. By the way I am of Irish decent and my great grandmother was a full blood Cherokee Native American. Since no law or other degree is required to be a Supreme Court Jusyice, I think my story should put me at the top of the short list. We all have a story, and this white/Native American can also make good decisions like Ms Sotomeyor. Graduate, school of hard knocks and damned hard work. Your info, Joe
Well said!!! Bravo.
Excellent article. I tried my hardest to give this woman the benefit of the doubt after hearing about the New Haven firefighter episode, but damn. This woman thinks the world owes her something, and she has no shame about collecting.