“There Goes My Social Life” — Why This African American Woman Chose Conservatism After Growing Up Liberal.

By John Nantz

Originally published at OpportunityLives.com

A “life has infinite worth.” When Stacey Dash stood with her drug addled parents before a dingy inner city apartment door, her life seemed infinitely small, minuscule like a common mustard seed. Though merely a child, Dash’s life began to constrict around her as she suffocated beneath the weight of abandonment, sexual abuse, drug abuse, and poverty. As Dash stepped through that door, her parents abandoned her to the serpentine clutches of abuse that would nearly choke the life from her. But as Dash says in her new book There Goes My Social Life, “The school of hard knocks tends to teach you lessons in conservatism.”

Stacey Dash was the perfect Democrat constituent, disenfranchised by an insidious oppressor convincing minorities, like herself, to segregate themselves within the cloistered walls of dilapidated public schools and to languish in bondage to the dehumanizing public dole — a culture developed, nurtured, and propagated by political masters who celebrate ignorance by stigmatizing education as “white,” and achievement as “Uncle Tom.” Failure has become identity for so many black people steeped in a culture that creates balkanization, even in language. Dash learned this lesson early in life, being accused of “talking white” by her mother.

Though Dash grew up in a culture characterized by dysfunction, she describes a moral social order which values hustlers, pimps, and dealers more than the recipients of welfare. With the powerful acumen of experience, Dash reveals the immorality of the welfare state through the paradigm of her inner city community. The very people that Democrats seek to make objects of their egalitarian largess view the condescension for what it is, valuing the self-determination of the street pimp while denigrating the languid, powerlessness of welfare dependents. Dash, in a single sentence, lays waste to the self-serving lies of welfare overlords, “The poor want to work for their money.”

For masses of people trapped in the inner cities, an insidious party apparatus incentivizes dependence and a culture of failure. Dash speaks frankly to the issue, “Are we supposed to believe that one’s blackness is defined by hair, body type, and television miniseries preferences? Please.”

From her earliest recollections, Stacey Dash has been a fish swimming against a powerful social current. Her early experiences in school taught her how brutal educational institutions can be when administered by cold apparatchiks. Public education, especially in America’s inner cities, is divorced from the market influence of choice that parents and students routinely exercise in most other aspects of their lives. But Dash still sees education as a mechanism of emancipation from bondage to liberal policies and group think.

“We blacks have no shortage of opportunity today, but we have to want to learn. We have to want to improve. We have to want to get an education so we can make something better of ourselves and our families.”

Stacey Dash has escaped the dismal gravity of Democrat party race politics which has enslaved generations of minorities in inner city plantations. Liberal politicians stand at the gates like the plantation overlords of old. And anyone with the temerity to challenge or flee is subjected to the lashes of public criticism heaped by the demagogs of black leadership.

In spite of this, Dash has made a practice of speaking her mind and began her career as a political commentator with a single tweet. During the 2012 election cycle, Dash composed a simple statement,

“Vote for Romney. The only Choice for your future. @mittromney @teamromney #mittromney #VOTE #voteromney”

Before releasing this tiny message into the vast digital ocean, Dash took time to pray. Her life experiences up to that point taught her that public deviation from the Democrat party line is always met with public scorn and the rabid anti-intellectual spleen of the totalitarian left. She feared Hollywood would ostracize her for daring to hold a different, original, authentic opinion. She anticipated a Machiavellian assault by the Orwellian thought police. And, she was right.

Dash describes waking the next morning to a torrent of hate from the left and blistering personal assaults from members of her own community. But, instead of shrinking from the avalanche of abuse, Dash met it with the same kind of courage that has been a hallmark of her non-conformist life. She has made a commodity of the vitriol and has parlayed the ill intentions of the small minded into a career as a political commentator. The energy of the hateful mob has actually created a platform from which Dash showcases her conservative principles. In fact, her new book is, in many ways, a compilation of conservative life lessons distilled from the abuses of a political party intent on a beneficent tyranny.

In light of recent events in Orlando, Florida, one particular event in Dash’s life is especially striking. A long held on again, off again relationship with a man named Axel culminated in a life and death confrontation. A long string of abusive relationships taught Dash that physically she was no match for a man in a fight. So she did the smart thing and exercised her Second Amendment civil right by purchasing a hand gun, a .22 caliber revolver.

One evening, Axel arrived at Dash’s apartment and announced himself by kicking the door off its hinges. The door struck Dash in the head and knocked her to the floor. Axel then jumped on top of her and began beating her viciously. Miraculously Dash escaped his clutches long enough to retrieve her revolver. In obvious and imminent fear of great bodily harm, if not death, Dash leveled her revolver at Axel’s head and fired — hot lead thudding into the drywall of her apartment. Though duffing the shot, Dash’s action with her pistol put the fear of God into her attacker, who quit the premises with haste. That night a firearm was her salvation and the Second Amendment was the guarantor of her personal empowerment. Had Dash’s apartment been a “gun free zone,” she would most likely not have survived the attack.

Dash’s book is ultimately about the rejection of political doctrines that devalue life in favor of a world view that places an inestimable value on human life and on the potential of the individual. Her journey has led her away from the fatalism of Democrat party race politics, the hypocrisy of Hollywood energumens, and has allowed her, finally, to begin to understand what the founders meant when recognizing the inherent right of every citizen to “pursue” happiness. Outcomes aren’t guaranteed, just the freedom to chase a dream and to capture that most longed for prize — happiness, seized only when willing to lose everything in pursuit of Christ himself.