Part of the “diversity” push on American campuses is focused on tolerance toward people of other genders, faiths, and sexual preferences.

So, it is little wonder that The College Fix contributor Emily Schrader, who graduated from the University of Southern California in 2011 and now attends graduate school at Tel Aviv University in Israel, mocks an American university publishing house that produced a book of Taliban poetry.

The Taliban, and other Islamic terrorists, are widely criticized – even across party lines in the United States – for fostering a culture of hatred. Their children are taught racism, their policies are misogynistic and intolerant, their leaders promote violence, and their suicide bombers are glorified.

But let it not be said that we can’t celebrate the high quality culture the Taliban brings to the world – their humanity, their thoughtfulness. And who better to bring this to our attention than the beacons of tolerance over at the Huffington Post, who are introducing us to The Poetry of the Taliban, published, not surprisingly, by the reliably leftist Columbia University Press in July 2012.

This volume, according to HuffPo, exposes us to the “delicate feelings of humanity” expressed in poetry written by members of the Taliban both leading up to and following the worst terror attack in U.S. history, September 11.

Faisal Devji, a historian who wrote the book’s introduction, also wrote the article for HuffPo explaining that while the Taliban is known for their “strict conservatism” (you know, like honor-killing your daughter for talking to a boy), their poetry is “replete with…fine emotions.”

Here’s a sample from this illustrious volume, a poem entitled “Homeland,” written by one Shin Gul Aajiz:

My dear homeland is burning
but I am watching.
Its soil and deserts are destroyed,
I am watching.
This is cruel, O my creator!
Build the homeland!
Afghans are leaving,
I am watching.
I don’t know who has plotted
against our freedom.
My Afghan brother is crying,
I am watching.
Shin Gul has cried
with lukewarm tears.
Blood streams from the heart,
I am watching.

It’s a veritable modern day Shakespeare! Tennyson! Emily Dickinson! Well, not Dickinson, because women of course can’t write or even read, but you get the point.

….But who am I to judge? Put down that Jane Austen and don’t waste your time with Lewis Carroll. Throw off your Western-centric literary biases, and embrace the beauty of this sensitive culture – that wants, simply, to destroy yours