You can only have an open and fair society when most people are willing to be fair. If you keep playing nice once too many people are breaking the rules you just become everyone’s doormat.
Right now, the country is flying into a fit of hysteria about how non-rich white men are starting to advocate for themselves as a group. What did they expect? Virtually every other group and identity we can brainstorm already has its own movement aggressively lobbying for money from the treasury and legal privileges. Once you have a tragedy of the commons underway and you can’t hope to stop it, the only choice that makes sense is to try to grab as much as you can before it’s all gone. When you find yourself caught in an identity arms race, factional nepotism is the only reaction that makes sense, keeps you fed and a roof over your head.
I don’t especially care about white people. I don’t like people that much. But once I was an adult with bills to pay I rapidly discovered that no one I meet cares if I care. Everyone who sees me immediately notices I’m a European male and this affects my role in society whether I like it or not. Over a decade ago I was desperate for work recently out of college with a useless degree and living on a friend’s couch. I once ran 4 1/2 miles from the sterile industrial park where he lived to a Waukegan temp agency and got myself a job at a frozen pizza factory, or so I thought. I soon learned that the client took one look at my North Euro surname and immediately told the temp agent to find someone else. I spoke passable Spanish but it’s not as if the client would have cared. It was a question of identity.
I took an English teaching job in Korea hoping to travel while actually using my useless degree. Another experience that changed my worldview forever. I learned you really don’t know anything about a country until you work a job there and you learn people have the same old problems everywhere. I’ve done a decent amount of traveling and roll my eyes every time someone blogs about the next “undiscovered” Eastern European paradise.
Northeast Asians are some of the most cohesive peoples on earth. Very tellingly, they all have a word for foreigner that just means “outside person.” You know when you’re there you’ll never be one of them(forget that Dances With Wolves/Avatar/Last Samurai porn), but you also start to realize that while their media seems to idolize Europeans other races are in practice a curiosity to them. I came to realize they regarded me the way I might regard a talking dog or a chimpanzee. They may send their little girls to get eyelid surgery, but they know who they are. It came together for me why the Japanese, a people known for their restraint and discipline are some of the worst to get conquered by. Their culture has no room for the luxury of outside empathy—they are fiercely competitive among themselves as it is—the initial politeness naive whites rave about is a superficial mask.
I came home from Korea with more hard lessons under my belt but also with admiration for their unity and sense of shared purpose, qualities which I found totally lacking in the states.
Finally, I had the experience of working jobs in black neighborhoods. Again, the importance of identity reigned supreme. I got continuously screwed over in my first such job until I quit. It was a catch 22, because I wasn’t one of them, I couldn’t be lazy like them but if I worked hard, as I did, that just inflamed their collective inferiority complex. The next job I had, I learned to walk the tightrope and was able to stay on as long as I needed to without much trouble. But I learned to expect that when you aren’t part of the dominant tribe, you’ll always be on the sidelines watching the worst among them still get promoted over you. When your group isn’t in control, you get to “eat in the kitchen” if you get to eat at all. That’s reality.
I’ve gotten a bit better at adjusting my spoken word choice over the years, but even when I worked for a small business run by a prole white family, they could get a whiff that I was educated and that was cause enough for them to hate me no matter how hard I worked.
I was told as a kid that hard work is what matters, but in my entire life, I’ve yet to meet one person that cares. Identity comes first and people who get identified(whether they like it or not) under the same identity have to work together to maximize their access to money, space, and mates. The price for failing to cooperate is getting wiped out by competitors who can work together to secure their interests.
When white people help each other as other groups routinely do they are denounced as “racists.” The problem with this is that in real life every living human is racist, classist, ageist, everythingist. People always have and always will make judgments about others based on identity. They then help the people they think will help them and hinder the people they think will hinder them. There’s nothing magical about humans, we’re just animals in the wild albeit in hives, just trying survive and procreate. As a social species group dynamics is a critical element of our survival strategy. To try to separate humans from identity is to ask them not to be human at all. This is why secularism creates soulless, dehumanizing societies.
I grew up as what I call a ‘first generation.’ There was no meaningful culture or traditions to identify with. When I was a young man I was never shown adult survival skills nor was there any tribal initiation. I just was without any explanation and it was up to me to fill the void.
Many people in this part of the internet like to wax poetic about “Western culture.” I must admit that I know nothing of it. It’s not a heritage that means anything to me.
As an adult I’ve learned there’s a meaning that can be ascribed to my Irish, Ulster Scot, Anglo, and Norman French Huguenot blood but I don’t mistake that for an identity. It’s not as if I can pretend I’m a part of any those cultures, I’m just what I am and live by my own barbarian values. Nevertheless, I’ve learned when, where, and with whom I have to cooperate with in order to survive. It should be telling when even someone as apathetic as I am just says “fuck it” and takes an interest in zero sum skin color politics. I know from experience if Mexicans, Blacks, or traditional Asians run the show there’s no guarantee I get to eat and being one of a conquered people, sure as hell not getting laid.
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