The Racist Maze

White men invented nearly everything from the very concept of science to the internet.

White men held black people as slaves.

From Michelangelo to Mozart to Shakespeare, white men have created the greatest art, music, and literature on earth.

From Australia to the Americas, white men conquered and slaughtered native peoples.

From Greek democracy to Magna Carta to the Constitution, white men fashioned the ideas that led mankind to freedom.

Wherever they go, white men are guilty of imperialism, bigotry, and genocide.

All these statements, of course, are crap. Not just crap but pure crap, a level of crap that captures the very essence of crapiositude. They aren't crap because of the tiresome arguments and rationalizations that can be marshaled to disprove or modify one or another of them. Their crappiness is far more craptastic than that. They are a crap unity. They are each the crap reflection of their crap opposite, and all a portion of a single central substance, which is crap.

They are crap because they rest on a concept of humanity that would be merely absurd if it weren't also morally disgusting. Once you embrace that concept — whether in the form of Black Lives Matter or white supremacy, whether in a theory like intersectionality or a credo like the "fourteen words," whether in racial pseudoscience or social pseudo-justice  — once you embrace the concept in any way at all, you have entered the racist maze.

It's a fearsome maze, a satanic trap with hell at the center of it. Everyone is welcome and all kinds of people are there: left, right, black, white, religious, atheist, well-intentioned and just plain bad — all of them telling themselves they've found the right corridor, the one true path to the way out. Except there is no way out, only down, because the maze halls are built out of the concept that got you there in the first place. The more you think it through, the more halls you build and the deeper you go.

What is the concept that builds the racist maze? The concept is this: man is matter. A human being is flesh and blood, chemicals and electricity, an illusionary self in a machine of no more essential worth than the machines it will one day build to replace it. Is the machine defective? Abort it. Is it sad? Drug it. Is it old and sick? Kill it. Does it utter noises that offend you? Silence it. And has it done something of universal harm or value? Ah, well, then, attribute that crime or accomplishment to something mechanical, something that can be measured and tested and quantified: skin color, brain power, genes. After all, man is matter. What other sort of thing could be the cause?