Wednesday, October 14, 1998
Don’t blame white man for your troubles
RESPONSIBILITY: All people must join together to fight racism,
sexism, homophobia I am White Male. I am evil incarnate (or so
society dictates). My misdeeds are legendary; my greater schemes
are known only to Louis Farrakhan and a few others of the world’s
enlightened. The supernatural is on my side – every white male
chose his lot in life before he was born, nay, demanded it from the
G-d who is – like everyone else on this Earth – captive to the
despotic patriarchy of the racist, the sexist and the homophobic.
Even the procreative process itself is G-d’s surrender to me:
another way to conquer women.
Is there an alternative?
Perhaps. Let’s be realistic though. All societies known to
mankind practice oppression. Given that, why can’t we all
acknowledge and accept what is, rather than sugar (no pun intended)
coat every aspect of our lives?
My greatest success has come in the twentieth century. No, not
from the Third Reich – don’t be silly! That sort of barbarism
united all sexes, races and lifestyles in solemn horror and earnest
regret.
The moral codes I once used to keep the world under my thumb
have outlived their usefulness, and now I lift them when it is most
to my advantage. After eons of oppressing women through draconian
moral codes, I gave them feminism. Twenty years later, women who
would be "Supermoms" tried to raise both kids and career prospects
and fell desperately short.
After centuries of discouraging fornication, I brought about the
sexual revolution. A generation later, illegitimacy has
skyrocketed. Women must raise their kids alone; kids with no strong
father figure often kill each other in their misguided attempts to
show strength. (They also buy the crack cocaine that the white male
sells to them on the street.)
Thirty years ago, a man who put pepper on his Jell-O was seen as
merely weird; a man who had sex with other men was (perhaps
unfairly) seen as both weird and morally repugnant. Now, a man who
puts pepper on his Jell-O is still weird, and his friends will
point this out to him; a man who has homosexual sex is given moral
sanction, and one is no longer permitted to call him weird.
This is my legacy of cultural epiphany – so are the bathhouses
in which so many homosexuals contracted a deadly disease in the
past decade. I created this disease in a secret laboratory and
infected many of them. I also created the political discord that
exists on this subject. Some claim that "Silence = Death," as if
verbalizing our thoughts and discussing issues pertaining to "safe
sex" is actually going to terminate the spread of this deadly
disease.
Other useful idiots claim that "Sodomy = Death." Like anyone who
creates pithy slogans, both are wrong. The real culprit is
promiscuity, and the real villain is me.
But even this pales beside my greatest achievements – welfare
and affirmative action. Welfare is a sublime form of oppression in
which the victim thinks he or she is gaining aid and comfort, when
actually, he or she is becoming dependent. The victims put
themselves at the mercy of bureaucrats who claim that they would be
nothing without them and put enough disincentives in place that
this prophecy comes true.
Affirmative action is still more beautiful in that it appears to
hurt the dominant culture. Yet it hurts the beneficiary so much
more – how often will she lie awake at night, wondering if she had
what it takes to "make it" without this gift? How many times will
her companions scorn her, believing (perhaps mistakenly) that she
did not deserve what she got or is not competent to handle her
share of their workload? And because the sons of privilege are held
back – unfairly, they insist – the old hatreds are inflamed. The
foot soldiers are mobilized.
Why this sudden, full confession? My plan is hatched – success
is already nigh.
The "marginalized" seek emancipation (and restitution) from
their perceived tormentors, blithely ignorant of my real method of
destruction. Children give birth to children. The promiscuous carry
on (regardless of who their partners are), with childlike faith
that "safe sex" will protect them.
The moralists once succeeded marvelously at turning these people
around, chastising such "social diseases" as syphilis. I challenge
you now to find a moralist who isn’t concerned with fighting a
whole array of new-sprung "social diseases." Just look at what has
happened with smoking over the last couple of years.
My special favors will be parceled out like poison pills, until
nobody believes he can succeed on his own – until everyone believes
he is entitled to his set-aside.
Then my pimp, Uncle Sam himself, shall go broke. Oh, I suppose
that people could eventually see how to save themselves; they could
understand the degree of self-reliance – indeed, self-denial – that
is necessary to avoid the traps I have set. But of course they
won’t. After all, is it not easier to blame others for our own
misfortunes?
It is time for individuals and their political groupies to take
responsibility for their own actions and not make scapegoats out of
their fellow human beings. Instead of attempting to bypass our
personal defaults by displacing blame where it is unfairly due, we
must unite and work peacefully to solve issues and problems that
affect first ourselves, and then the larger community.
Looking at things in such finite terms is easy – and thus
attractive. We must, however, go beyond this narrow-minded thinking
and strive to fight, in unity, for the common good.
Satan? No. I am White Male. I am your worst nightmare. Or maybe
you are.Daniel Indlender
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