The story was a routine piece of Cultural Marxist character assassination by a reporter named Corrine Lestch, who, like the rest of her foul hypocrite breed, lives in a tony Whitopia (average list price for homes in her zip code: $781,657).
Ms. Lestch supplied disapproving comments about Frank from teachers she did not name, parents she did not name, a principal she did name but whose school she misidentified, and the thuggish money racket known as the Southern Poverty Law Center. The New York Archdiocese fired Frank the day after the article appeared…
In all three cases the goat had some association with an organization keen to maintain its credibility with what we Dark Enlightenment types call The Cathedral. In Borzellieri’s case the supplicant organization was the Roman Catholic Church (proprietor of many actual cathedrals); in mine it was National Review; in Jason Richwine’s it was the Heritage Foundation. All three of these organizations, hearing the mob’s rising ululations, fell to the ground, curled into a fetal position, and squealed: “Take the goat! But for pity’s sake don’t call us ‘racist’!”