Last week, Michael Eric Dyson dropped “The Ghost of Cornel West” in the New Republic, a novella more than an article about what he sees as the fall of Cornel West and all he represents:
West has sacrificed friendships and cut ties with former comrades because he insists that only outright denunciation of Obama will do. It is a colossal loss for such a gifted man to surrender to unheroic truculence: If a mind is a terrible thing to waste, then the loss of a brilliant black mind is more terrible, more wasteful. At precisely the moment when we could use the old West’s formidable analytical skills to grapple with the myriad polarities that glut the political horizon, the new West, already in the clutches of a fateful denouement, has instead sought the empty solace of emotional catharsis.
Team Blackness dedicates some serious time to break down the article. Oh, and we also talk about our bucket lists.