(2/7/10) It’s hard being White these days. It’s not so bad waking up, opening the windows, and seeing the sunshine sparkling on the dew and hearing the birds singing. But when I switch on the TV or the computer –- anything that connects me to the macro world –- then it starts to get difficult. It’s not like a punch in the face anymore. It’s just the continual drip-drop-drip-drop of “White is crap or non-existent” propaganda that underscores the incessant transfer of White power, wealth, and land to the “Great Non-White World.”
One story that greets my eye on a newspaper website this fine morning is about some beautiful White woman, who is the “trophy wife” of some big, Black sportsman. I often see stories about this woman, who is apparently in the “famous for being famous” category, and, to be honest, she is stunning, and I would even say noble-looking, except that she’s got a great butt, which makes her a bit skanky (not a criticism).
Anyway, all this White beauty is repeatedly shown linked to some big Black meathead. Fine, if they love each other. It’s no business of mine. But the regularity with which we are reminded of this fact by the media, combined with the unstated assumption that you really shouldn’t have a problem with that, is the problem.
To be honest –- which I like to think of as an ancestral quality of us Whites that is now in tragic abeyance –- I do have a problem with it and I think anybody, if they were as honest as me, would also have a problem with it. Whatever your race, to see a very good-looking member of your race on the arm of a member of another race, is not cheerful viewing. Somehow, it wouldn’t be such a problem if the guy was a big, White doofus. Nothing to do with racism, but you can call it that if it makes you happy.
Of course, the fact that a lot of Whites are secretly pissed off probably helps this woman, famous for being famous but essentially untalented otherwise, get such a high profile in the media. They know that we are paying attention and in today’s media, getting people to pay attention is all that matters, even if it means stirring up natural racial feelings.
The other side of this equation is that once the racial feelings are stirred up and we are reading the website or watching the program –- and getting exposed to all the attendant advertising that pays for it –- we are not allowed to focus on or crystallize the very feelings that made us notice the pointless little celebrity story in the first place. Our hackles can only be raised at the subconscious level because that will make us attentive.
It’s hard to find a suitable analogy for this kind of day-to-day Orwellian Doublethink, but at a push I would say it’s a bit like someone farting next to you in the elevator and a little voice in your head telling you it’s not polite to hold your nose. The message seems to be “just breathe it in and smile.”