Take the following few lines, roll them around your mouth a little before spitting them out:
Spring is here, and the Thomas Carlyle Club for Young Reactionaries (Students Against a Democratic Society) finds inspiration in the glorious cultural heritage of the European peoples: the white race. […] This issue of Radish, unlike the ones on lynching and colonialism, won’t include examples from around the ‘net of what progressives think the topic means, because in this case it would basically amount to a loathsome horde of bastard ingrates determined at all costs to stamp out glorious achievement and replace it with the sick and sordid spectacle of collective racial guilt.
Loathsome, no? Don’t disagree, but can you put in words why it is loathsome? This is a battle of ideas, and winning means winning by ideas. So, what is the key word in this that contains all the evil? Answer: the word ‘collective’.
I could write long about this, but a far greater thinker than me has already done so. Please watch:
A genius is a genius, regardless of the number of morons who belong to the same race — and a moron is a moron, regardless of the number of geniuses who share his racial origin. It is hard to say which is the more outrageous injustice: the claim of Southern racists that a Negro genius should be treated as an inferior because his race has “produced” some brutes”, or the claim of a German brute to the status of a superior because his race has “produced” Goethe, Schiller and Brahms.
I could be here all day listing the achievements that the authors of this obscenity have forgotten – seriously, do they know anything about the Vedas, the Romance of the Three Kingdoms, the development of Hindu numerals – okay, going to have to stop there before I explode. But seriously, are they even aware of Goethe’s intense research into the Vedas which allowed him to write Faust? And do – okay, stop!
I could do this all day long, but what I would like to say to the authors of this thing is: “It does not matter that you are wrong about individual instances. It would not matter if you were 100% right that there were no non-white geniuses. You would still be pathetic mediocrities who cannot build or contribute anything and your attempt to claim the glories of those men is something an atheist can honestly describe as blasphemy.”
This is the key to the wretched mind that thinks like this. Devoid of any personal value, it seeks to steal the value of humanity’s greatest through the crude trick of claiming that because they share a similar skin colour they have a share in that achievement. Could anything be more contemptible?
Well, yes. Question: if the common racist is contemptible for trying to steal the achievement of the best by loudly talking them up, what should we make of those who try to steal that achievement by defiling it?
Go back and read that passage again. The authors set their creed of collective racial pride against that of collective racial guilt. There’s a lot of that about. Here we have Susan Sontag, who has long since reverted to being physical fertiliser:
“Mozart, Pascal, Boolean algebra, Shakespeare, parliamentary government, baroque churches, Newton, the emancipation of women, Kant, Balanchine ballets, et al. don’t redeem what this particular civilization has wrought upon the world. The white race is the cancer of human history.”
Or what about PZ Myers:
Seriously, every one of us is racist as fuck. We can’t help it
Speak for yourself, brother!
This mindset, that of Myers and Sontag, is the morality of the flea and the mosquito: they sicken and poison their host even as they feed on him. In a recent discussion in my comments section, I referred to this as a triple obscenity, a triple theft. First, they try to steal value by denigrating the greatest, as though the evil of King Leopold could somehow denigrate the glory of Beethoven, as though that could somehow redound to the thief’s credit. Second, they, who have not achieved anything or fought any point of principle, try to acquire the mantle of the heroes who fought the evil of racism, from men like Burke and Paine who attacked slavery, down to the modern triumphs of Dr King and Nelson Mandela. Third, they try to cash in on the sufferings of the innocent. By loudly wailing their guilt over crimes they did not commit, and their ’empathy’ for sufferings they do nothing to heal, they try to gain some measure of credit. Like all parasites, they are drawn to wounds.
And all this at the price of spitting in their own faces, of defiling what little stock of value they might have!
But wait, you might say. Have there not been hideous crimes in the past? Am I not just waving them aside or ignoring them? Do I truly, say, feel no guilt of the crimes of the Third Reich?
Answers: Yes, no and definitely no.
I am a proud son of the Fatherland, and I feel no guilt over the crimes of the Third Reich. How could I? Were I guilty of one ten-thousandth part of what that abomination did, I would have to kill myself today. No healthy mind could endure that.
I feel no guilt. What I do feel is a powerful sense of responsibility. That responsibility is in the form of an imperative to grant the rabble of the Nazis no part of the German legacy and to do what I can to eradicate their wretched offspring. That responsibility will only be discharged when these vermin are not just beaten but so thoroughly erased from history that even their memory is gone, the way the Comprachios were once eradicated.
Incidentally, I stress the word responsibility here. Writing about this mentality in another context, the Hitch remarked:
In the therapy generation, which scripts even its own lenient satires, you are by all means allowed, if not encouraged, to feel guilty. Just as long as you don’t feel responsible.
In closing, I should like to address a warning to the authors of the article at the top. You may think you’re going to have it easy. The Myers and Sontags of this world have kicked open the door to you by popularising racial collectivism and you think that they cannot put up any serious fight – and you’d be right. However, there are others. There are the true heirs of Nietzsche and of lost Prussia, and many others, and we do not fall easily. You have been warned.