The more I think about the Jason Arday debacle the more it pisses me off. I was only a teen when I witnessed how my father, Shelby Steele, was forced out of his university for the crime of believing that blacks could achieve the American Dream without preferential treatment. My father was often voted as the best professor in his department and his specialty was the Russian novel. When I would go with him around town, former students would come up and thank him for pushing them to their limits. But when he began to publish his thoughts on race in Harper's and Commentary magazine, the white guilt-black power elites at the university decided that he had to go. Today that university is now a major bastion of social justice warriors, and to what good? Since my father is a man of merit, he has survived and thrived despite repeated attempts to cancel him. Arday will survive by debasing himself into further victimization. The price of that bargain, paid by our society and, most of all, by our students, has been enormous. Can you imagine how low my father would have had to sink to reach Arday's level? How much he would have had to betray his merit and talent? Do you not see how evil race is? To rely on even an inch of it robs one of the will they need to push their talents to the highest of heights. Even the devil at the crossroads didn't ask for that much. Below is a still from the upcoming White Guilt documentary.