The progression of events following a Muslim terrorist attack are predictable: Extremist shoots, bombs, or runs over a bunch of civilians. Blue checkmarks preempt a backlash by executing a frontlash. The bolder ones even use the opportunity to point out how the victimized population is the real problem.
The same sort of progression followed the Christchurch massacre, albeit on a smaller scale and mostly by deplorables unworthy of verification. One especially bold Aussie even flipped the script.
That the major media obviously does not treat these things as opposite sides of the same coin is not evidence of a double standard, as is often asserted. Sure, some of the duller media mouths are so lacking in self-awareness they genuinely can’t comprehend what the comparative reactions look like to an objective observer. But in the cases of most of them, it should be taken as even more confirmation of a single standard, a standard which is arrived at by asking Who? Whom? and assigning blame and moral culpability accordingly.
Increasingly, actions don’t matter–a person’s identity is the only thing that does.
Parenthetically, this is the type of response that can only come from someone–assuming it is sincerely put forward–who has never experienced any violence in her entire life:
Apparently this boy seen here being punched in the face by a sitting member of Parliament was then wrestled to the ground by Anning’s thugs & lost consciousness. I have never felt more ashamed of being Australian. https://t.co/ZDo8mOmdgv
— Claire Lehmann (@clairlemon) March 16, 2019
In a violent situation, the operative assumption of the one being attacked should never be that deescalation has been achieved before confirmation that it has been can be made. When someone is hit from behind with a hard object and an unknown liquid substance, one should not immediately assume it is an innocuous egg but instead assume it is something like a glass vial of acid. Assuming the former is how a person gets himself killed.
Someone who has never so much as been shoved to the ground on the playground at recess is not going to be able to instinctively understand that, though. Elite white privilege, you might call it.