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A real hate group: Southern Poverty Law Center

Have you noticed how false teachers like radical pro-abortionist and false teacher Chuck “Jesus is not the only way but He sure is a bigot” Currie of the UCC (Unitarians Counterfeiting Christ) take breaks from taking little girls to gay pride parades to reflexively refer to the Southern Poverty Law Center’s “hate group” list when they don’t have facts to demonize groups that actually believe the Bible?  Well, their deceptions can be very dangerous.  See this from a few years ago: VIDEO: Terrorist Floyd Corkins Tells FBI He Used SPLC ‘Hate’ List to Find Target.  The Family Research Council is the opposite of hateful, but people like Chuck and the SPLC try to shut down opposing views by labeling them as such.  It is a despicably cynical move on their part, but what should we expect from such wolves?

Now pass the popcorn: Apple-backed Southern Poverty Law Center wracked in turmoil, called a ‘con’ for ‘bilking gullible liberals’   What a surprise!  Racist and sexist Leftists get rich bilking gullible Leftists.  Sweet, sweet schadenfreude. Sadly, the media will gloss over their hypocrisy and how foolish their supporters were and they’ll continue to pretend that if the SPLC calls you a hater, then you must be a hater.

Much more here by a former SPLC employee.  Spoiler alert: The employees knew it was a con.

In the days since the stunning dismissal of Morris Dees, the co-founder of the Southern Poverty Law Center, on March 14th, I’ve been thinking about the jokes my S.P.L.C. colleagues and I used to tell to keep ourselves sane. Walking to lunch past the center’s Maya Lin–designed memorial to civil-rights martyrs, we’d cast a glance at the inscription from Martin Luther King, Jr., etched into the black marble—“Until justice rolls down like waters”—and intone, in our deepest voices, “Until justice rolls down like dollars.” The Law Center had a way of turning idealists into cynics; like most liberals, our view of the S.P.L.C. before we arrived had been shaped by its oft-cited listings of U.S. hate groups, its reputation for winning cases against the Ku Klux Klan and Aryan Nations, and its stream of direct-mail pleas for money to keep the good work going. The mailers, in particular, painted a vivid picture of a scrappy band of intrepid attorneys and hate-group monitors, working under constant threat of death to fight hatred and injustice in the deepest heart of Dixie. When the S.P.L.C. hired me as a writer, in 2001, I figured I knew what to expect: long hours working with humble resources and a highly diverse bunch of super-dedicated colleagues. I felt self-righteous about the work before I’d even begun it.

The first surprise was the office itself. On a hill in downtown Montgomery, down the street from both Jefferson Davis’s Confederate White House and the Dexter Avenue Baptist Church, where M.L.K. preached and organized, the center had recently built a massive modernist glass-and-steel structure that the social critic James Howard Kunstler would later liken to a “Darth Vader building” that made social justice “look despotic.” It was a cold place inside, too. The entrance was through an underground bunker, past multiple layers of human and electronic security. Cameras were everywhere in the open-plan office, which made me feel like a Pentagon staffer, both secure and insecure at once. But nothing was more uncomfortable than the racial dynamic that quickly became apparent: a fair number of what was then about a hundred employees were African-American, but almost all of them were administrative and support staff—“the help,” one of my black colleagues said pointedly. The “professional staff”—the lawyers, researchers, educators, public-relations officers, and fund-raisers—were almost exclusively white. Just two staffers, including me, were openly gay.

During my first few weeks, a friendly new co-worker couldn’t help laughing at my bewilderment. “Well, honey, welcome to the Poverty Palace,” she said. “I can guaran-damn-tee that you will never step foot in a more contradictory place as long as you live.”

“Everything feels so out of whack,” I said. “Where are the lawyers? Where’s the diversity? What in God’s name is going on here?”

“And you call yourself a journalist!” she said, laughing again. “Clearly you didn’t do your research.”

P.S. I quit following the Currie clown show a few years ago, but his blog shows the Molech-worshiping absurdity of the the “Christian” Left.   Wearing a collar at all times because no one would mistake him for being religious otherwise?  Check.  Worshiping MLK instead of Jesus?  Check.  Anti-gun but pro-abortion?  Check.  Pro-open borders and peddling silly lies conflating Jesus with illegal aliens?  Check.  Anti-ICE while not personally housing illegals?  Check.  Unequally yoked and Christ-mocking “interfaith” gibberish?  Check. What a self-parody.   Anyone following a phony like Chuck will get what he wants and deserves.

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