So it is here – a Hispanic wannabe cop shoots
a teenage black thug, but as always, the fault is white racism. Goyim kill Goyim,
and they blame the Jews. And so everyone must take up cudgels again to defend their
accustomed sides.
After almost a decade of living in this country, it’s hard
to express just how dreary all this is. Lordy, I am sick to death of race, and the
peculiar American preoccupation with the subject. The faux outrage, the sheer
humourlessness, the constant walking on eggshells, the pissant cowardice it
inspires, and the way it paralyses people from making even the most
straightforward observations about the world around them.
This is the most uniquely American of pathologies. Not
racism, of course. America today is perhaps the least racist country on the
face of the earth. You may seem surprised, but honestly, who else would lay a
claim to the title? The only other contenders are small, mono-ethnic countries for which issues of race simply
don’t arise in daily life.
No, it is the paranoia about racism, regardless of the absence of any actual racial animus, that is
America’s most appalling invention. Even if you disagree with my claim that America
is the least racist country on the planet, if you formed the ratio of Race
Paranoia = (Worrying About Racism) / (Actual Racism), I defy anybody to claim that America doesn't lead the world
on this metric by miles and miles.
The question is not whether racism (that is, racial animus)
is a problem. Like the Copernican view of the solar system, it’s absurd to
pretend this is still any kind of social controversy. It is a problem, where it occurs. Rather, the question is whether you
choose to see expressions of racial animus in ever more innocuous speech and
actions. The question is whether you
continue to view the possibility that
someone, somewhere, is harbouring racial animus as the single most important
problem in the world, even as the actual level of racial animus in society drops
precipitously.
And what has all this brought? Has being ever more
exquisitely sensitive to people’s possibly hurt feelings about the matter of
race actually, you know, produced more social harmony? If it has, I can’t see
much evidence of it. All I can see is what John Derbyshire memorably described
as ‘an evolution towards the ever thinner-skinned’.
Like all American cultural traits, good or bad, race
paranoia is slowly taking over the world. When I left Australia, it was mercifully a
place where one was largely spared the constant, relentless hand-wringing, the non-stop
‘Serious You Guys This Is The Most Important Issue In The Whole World’ evangelism
of race hucksters, do-gooders and fools.
I suspect, with considerable resignation, that when or if I
return, Australia will have become America in my absence.