In my previous post, commentator Foo Bar suggested that people can still tolerate Bill Ayers in the leftist community because, although he set bombs, he never chose to kill anyone.
Bad news, Foo Bar. Ayers didn’t choose not to kill. He tried to kill and screwed it up.
I was only nine then, the year Ayers’s Weathermen tried to murder me.
In February 1970, my father, a New York State Supreme Court justice, was presiding over the trial of the so-called “Panther 21,” members of the Black Panther Party indicted in a plot to bomb New York landmarks and department stores. Early on the morning of February 21, as my family slept, three gasoline-filled firebombs exploded at our home on the northern tip of Manhattan, two at the front door and the third tucked neatly under the gas tank of the family car. (Today, of course, we’d call that a car bomb.)
Second, the bomb that exploded in the Greenwich Village townhouse and killed three Weathermen was a giant nail-bomb, i.e., an anti-personnel fragmentation bomb. Ayers designed it. He intended to kill as many U.S. servicemen and their dates at a dance as possible.
Ayers is a sociopath. He lacks the ability to empathize with the pain and suffering of others. He has the classic profile. He thought only of his own pleasure, seeking stimulation in street fighting, sexual promiscuity and drugs. He became a communist terrorist because the communist concept of revolution and its emphasis on a powerful and ruthless core cadre fed his narcissism. Communists believed that a small number of individuals with the correct ideology could destabilize a large nation through terror, and then seize power during a period of chaos. He could get his thrills while fantasizing about being the next Lenin, Stalin or Mao.
The progression in violence exhibited by Ayers fits a classic pattern of thrill-killer escalation. He started out bombing statues, and when the novelty of that wore off he moved on to buildings, starting with vacant buildings and moving on to progressively more difficult targets. Eventually, he grew bored with inanimate targets and struck at John M. Murtagh’s family and then people at the army dance.
Morally, Ayers is a killer. He tried to kill. He desired to kill. He was simply too incompetent to fulfill his desire. His political pretensions merely served as cover.
Ayers is laughing at everyone. He escaped justice because the bourgeois justice system he despised threw out evidence against him. He used his father’s money and leftist sympathies to build a new life where he gets to play up the daring aspects of his glory days while lying about his viciousness. His role as a respected educational theorist lets him insinuate his beliefs into the American educational system, mocking mainstream Americans as he does so. From his narcissistic viewpoint, he’s won. He’s free, rich, respected in the leftist community and still able to flaunt his radical beliefs.
Something went badly wrong when his father and the Chicago Left let him return back into society.