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Jnne 21, 3012
Yes, alas, it is true. Oh, I am a poor sinner, and have
offended against the Lord, and lived in the dark night of racism, and
it presses hard upon my soul. Oh, how it does. But now, having seen the
light of goodness, I repent and will own like a man to my
transgressions. Yes, I will say it here, before God and man:
I have believed that things should be done without regard to race, creed, color, sex, or national origin.
The shame, the shame!!!!
I will make a clean breast of yet more. I have been against
all discrimination by race or sex, against affirmative action, racial
set-asides, special treatment for women, quotas, and favoritism by the
government and the media. Oh the guilt I feel! I have been a beast,
worse even than the Grand Flagon of the Invisible Umpire of the Ku Klux
Klan.
There is still more. I have read, and believed, and steeped
myself in the pernicious theories of known racists, such as
Martin
Luther King, who once said openly, “I have a dream that my four little
children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by
the color of their skin, but by the content of their character.”
Yes, yes, I too thought this and—oh, woe—was even proud of
thinking it. I believed that behavior counted, not race—that if a mob
of teenagers gang-robbed a convenience store, they should be
horse-whipped, regardless of their race. I thought they should be
judged by the content of their characters. I could not see the injustice
of equal justice. I did not yet grasp that being against racism was
proof positive of racism.
Understanding was not yet upon me. I thought before my
salvation that people should take responsibility for their actions. If
jack-booted Nazis beat a black unconscious because of, well, pretty
much anything, I figured the newspapers should publish their names and
photographs, and the courts should give them a minimum of thirty years,
no parole, in which to ponder the wisdom of doing it again. Crimes
should not be hidden, I believed, nor the criminals protected,
according to race.Or anything else. The same laws for everyone, I told
myself. Oh, fool that I was.
I was wrong
. I now see that a belief in equal treatment
under the law is the foulest form of racism. It discriminates unfairly
against criminals. All I can say in defense of myself is that other
racists, such as
Thomas Sowell, led me into these moral swamps.
[Sowell:
“Similar episodes of unprovoked violence by young black gangs against
white people chosen at random on beaches, in shopping malls or in other
public places have occurred in Philadelphia, New York, Denver,
Chicago, Cleveland, Washington, Los Angeles and other places across the
country. Both the authorities and the media tend to try to sweep these
episodes under the rug, as well.”
]
In Washington, where I once worked, Intensely Good people encouraged
me to correct my thoughts. For example, I was told repeatedly by my
moral betters that crime and illiteracy flourished among our black
population because blacks were deprived and oppressed.
I didn’t believe it. No. Instead I hearkened to
Walter Williams,
a perilous Simon Legree and known Klansman. A very devil, he wrote “I
graduated from Philadelphia's Benjamin Franklin High School in 1954.
Franklin's students were from the poorest North Philadelphia
neighborhoods — such as the Richard Allen housing project, where I lived
— but there were no policemen patrolling the hallways. There were
occasional after-school fights — rumbles, we called them — but within
the school, there was order. Students didn't use foul language to
teachers, much less assault them.” He also asserts that the kids
could all read. Racism, pure and simple.
This, note, was when discrimination and oppression were
real. So why, I asked myself, heartless racist that I was, can’t black
kids read and behave now when discrimination favors them?
Yes, I know,
now I know, when it is too late, that
only a racist could think that black children could learn to read, and
therefore damned well ought to if other people were paying for it.You
see, I was in those days socially dangerous without realizing it. Being
a racist, I thought that everyone could learn to read, obey the laws,
avoid beating people into brain damage, and behave civilly.
Now, permit me to turn to the environmental consequences of racial
virtue. This is a more serious matter than many know. It is a question
of clogging. When I was in the nation´s capital, a strange, gummy,
yellowish substance began washing up on the banks of the Potomac. It
killed fish. Chemical analysis showed it to be PSAG, Polymerized
Self-Admiring Goodness. The sources seemed to be the neighborhoods around the
Washington Post,
and the socially conscious regions of upper Connecticut Avenue and
Montgomery County. I began to study the racially virtuous whites who
lived there.
I found that those who were most vehemently Self-Admirigly
Good regarding blacks didn’t know any blacks. They didn’t send their
children to the city’s black schools. They stayed out of black
neighborhoods. I had known some of them for twenty years and never been
with them in a restaurant with more than a token black or two. Thais,
Chinese, Italians, Salvadorans, yes. Blacks, no. They had no black
friends that I saw. I didn’t ask them when they had last gone to dinner
with a black family. Being a racist, I didn’t think I needed to ask.
The devastattion wrought by PSAG. Fred with the last
alligator of Lake Chapala, Mexico’s largest lake. A lot of gringos
live in the hills above the lake, many of them self-admiringly good,
and PSAG washes into the lake in the rainy season. Note that the
alligator appears to be gagging.
In fact, these Righteous Washingtonians seemed to have no interest in
blacks at all, other than avoiding them, but just wanted to feel good
about themselves. If I mentioned that the black schools of Washington
were horrible, which they were and are, the response was to call me a
racist. Which I was, of course. But how does that help black kids who,
generation after generation, are being turned into adults whose only
ability is to produce similar generations?
Being deeply in error before my enlightenment, I mistook
their hypocritical condescension to blacks for hypocritical
condescension to blacks. This latter is a known ingredient of
Polymerized Self-Admiring Goodness. Everything fits.
Now I shall go and slit my wrist