"Irony is the gaiety of reflection and the joy of wisdom."
--Anatole France.
I've noticed a bit more race talk floating around cyberspace these days...and one thing I've observed is how the standard line of white guilt isn't working quite as well as it used to. See: I always thought white guilt was a pretty dumb idea. I didn't do hardly any of the terrible things white people are accused of doing, and further, I don't think other races or groups are much more morally sophisticated. White atrocities are a matter of means and opportunity, conquerors having better weapons and more resistance to certain diseases than the people unlucky enough to run into them. When whites showed up in America a lot of the natives just plain died from contact (John Winthrop took this a sign of God's favor, which is perfectly consistent with both a YHWH-istic [and, regrettably, Darwinian] view of history); when rooineks went deeper into S.A., they had more guns than the equally aggressive and expansionistic Zulus. We are not the only group of conquerors, slavers, exploiters, expropriators, and murderers to exist. Bad behavior will be with us for the duration. Life feeds on life. (This is not to excuse the Transatlantic Slave Trade and related evils, but it's always good to have some perspective).
History and generalities aside, this is a bad article about race. In it, Miss Lindy West, who writes for Jezebel and a few other publications, tackles the pressing issue of so-called "ironic racism," the "more insidious cousin of a hick in a hood." The chief problem is literary: the author affects "gee, look at how cute and funny I'm being while I give you a stern lecture about humanist virtue"-tone, which is quite grating to my ears. Maybe it's because modern American liberalism is currently in the "dead cat bounce" phase of its existence, and I have little to do with it: they can't actually bother to get us jobs, bennies, free college, or any of that other boring stuff, but they can purify our thoughts. Like proper gnostics, they believe that all we have to do is internalize the correct admixtures of sensitivity and understanding, and the rest will...do what? I'm not sure. We'll be "good people," and that's the only thing that matters. (I relate this in my mind to the "Iraq: we meant well" train-of-thought that so many hawks seem to buy into).
Other than matters of tone, there are a few lines worth discussing:
Race is one of the least complicated issues that there is, because it's made up. It's arbitrary.Not really. Scientists can determine a person's self-reported race ("white, African American, East Asian, and Hispanic") genetically with a 99.86% success rate. Physical anthropologists these days can get pretty freaking specific in terms of a person's probable ancestry by looking at haplogroups (a concept that I don't understand very well, but I tend to trust the hard sciences). Also, you can often tell by looking at people (but not always and it's usually not relevant; so keep your mouth shut)...So race is a "thing." Sure, it's arbitrary in the sense that all human knowledge and constructs are complete fictions generated in the harried brain of a frightened animal as it painfully makes its way from a violent birth to an ignoble death--but therein lies nihilism!, and most Americans just plain don't have the chops for that (and PC lefties like Miss West are usually just Unitarians-sans-church, and really can't tolerate the "hard truths").
Of course, we're all one human family (despite never seeming to take that into consideration, and instead acting like gangs [can I say "gangs?"] of scavengers hunting each other for sport on a crowded planet). We're also primates, mammals, animals, and Earthlings. It's about layers of description: I'm a white, but I'm also tall, a male, an atheist, a left-hander, a Scots-Irish, an American, a hedonist, a semi-cripple, a 20-something. Those all exist as much as anything can be said to exist. We do not inhabit a world without qualities...I really hope the whole "post-economic" neoliberalism deal isn't riding on people being undifferentiated blobs, in which it doesn't matter what they think, feel, or are. If that's the case, we have a non-starter. People are different. We come in all shapes and sizes, and with a variety of capabilities. Some of us are breathtakingly beautiful, smart, charming, or athletic, but most of us are pretty mediocre. The important thing to remember is that differences are infrequently a justification to act ghastly toward one another. We can't wish away differences, but we can do our best to appreciate them, and at the very least, try not to shoot each other (sorry, if it sounds like I'm painfully spelling this stuff out, but this point is often missed).
Moving on, Miss West claims that "ironic racism" is:
[The] domain of educated, middle-class white people (like me—to be clear, I am one of those) who believe that not wanting to be racist makes it okay for them to be totally racist. "But I went to college — I can't be racist!" Turns out, you can. People benefit from racism—hell, I benefit from it every day—and things that benefit powerful people don't just suddenly get "fixed"Speak for yourself, sweetheart. I'm sick with few job prospects, and I'll probably spend the rest of my life making barely enough money for ends to meet (or I'll just die in alcoholism and destitution). I have quite a few advantages over the average black or hispanic male; I don't get randomly stopped and harassed by police (and people aren't afraid of or threatened by me [which is a mixed-bag; there is something to be said for being feared]). Thankfully, the Drug War has missed my neighborhood. (Pro-tip for people trying to resurrect "real liberalism": the DEA has got to fucking go). I'm very grateful there are no cops in my life, and I was able to go to good schools (it was still hell), but whites in this country are not a homogeneously privileged group. It probably looks that way to Miss West since she needs some way to explain her own affluence, but I think she'd find that if she left Seattle, and went out to "Deliverance Country," there are quite a few places where hope plain died (but it's OK to make fun of those "hicks" since they're "ignorant," un-PC, broke, and stupid).
Speaking of going places (and actually talking to people instead of just trolling twitter), she chides people for "recreational slumming":
Wherein privileged people descend for a visit inside the strange, foreign spaces of othered groups.How exactly are people supposed to overcome barriers if mingling is covert racism? (I guess I was being a secret hater when I performed in an all-white anarcho-atheist rap group in front of majority black audiences in Baltimore, or cleared 5,000 miles of sub-Saharan African roadways in a low-rent Toyota)...maybe she would prefer it if whites don't refer to "black things" at all:
[With] wide-eyed acoustic covers of hip-hop songs, suburban white girls flashing gang signs, and this Tweet from Zooey Deschanel: "Haha. :) RT @Sarabareilles: Home from tour and first things first: New Girl episodes I missed. #thuglife." See, it's hilarious, because we aren't thugs—we are darling girls, and real thugs are black people who do crime!Some black dudes are thugs (can I call them "dudes?"), and some parts of thug culture are indeed pretty stupid (the misogyny, homophobia, and anti-intellectualism to be specific). So what? I guess her point is that whites, even though we listen to rap music, watch the Boondocks, and maybe even talk to a few blacks in our daily lives (without somehow destroying the whole encounter through unfettered white privilege and secret race-hatred), shouldn't deign to comment on or even acknowledge black culture (the good and bad parts) since minorities are so fragile that a single hashtag might as well be Jim Crow.
Actually, it's worse than Jim Crow:
[At] least sincere racism isn't running around Brooklyn wearing artisanal suspenders and masquerading as enlightenment. Give me sincere racism or give me no racism at all, but enough with this weaselly shit.Ah, brownshirts and knight riders are preferable to some jokes...what is this, I don't even? Well, maybe she doesn't mean she wants to talk to or fight insane fascists, but rather people who openly acknowledge that they're racists (very few people, for obvious reasons, are willing to do this). Of course, in West's view, a racist is anyone who thinks that race is a real quality of people and groups, which I do, so I guess that makes me a "real racist." However, my commitment to seeing that other people are treated OK is not a flimsy edifice like whatever Miss West believes, not based on pseudoscience, strict factual equality between persons, thought purity, wishful thinking, cheap rhetorical flourishes, hucksterism, or any other failing so I'm not worried ("From each according to his ability, to each according to his need," or does no one give a shit about that anymore?). I'm worried about her though, her and her friends. In their perfect world, all humor and probably all human interaction would be weighed and likely found wanting. A utopia without laughter. I shall not go.
+MC
