I'm so sick of the Race Issue. Puking, wretching, nauseous. Tired of it.
At this point, I'd actually consider leaving America-- to go where the world's various genetic descendants have lived as equals for long years, intermingled, and basically GOTTEN OVER THE DIFFERENCE. But alas: where would that be?
Not that I'm in a rush to homogenize homo sapiens. It's aesthetically interesting, I suppose, that my skin is a pale sandish color with little brown freckles on it and not everyone is cloaked in this fashion. It is also interesting to think that in who-knows-how-many thousand years this uniqueness will likely be replaced by a uniform, somewhat darker, globalized inter-racial hybrid MAN. (-- if mankind should survive that long-- an arguably dubious prospect.)
But my pelt is no measure of my capacity to accomplish anything. I know this. The color of my skin is, in fact, no more significant than the color of my hair or my height, weight, sex, shoesize or any outward statistic, really. End of story.
Are we still talking about this? Because, as a human being, I'm repulsed. But, as a radical wierdo up for a crazy argument, I can't seem to resist pressing on...
There is an insistence-- based on the (perhaps just) notion that existing dualities should not be ignored-- upon thinking of two Americas: a "Black" America and a "White" America. While the differences in priviledge, opportunity and stature are often glaring, and the painful realities of their blatantly unjust conditional boundaries makes their uniquenesses worthy of some kind of consideration, they are not distinct. They are interlocking co-dependents-- two (of many) pieces of the same pie.
That pie is "America the Beautiful," and it is hard on all of its components due largely to the fact that it is a brutal and barely civilized machine-- an electric pie whose function is to grow constantly more attractive to those who know nothing about it.
In arguments I enjoy propping up the notion of America's primitiveness by pointing out how recently women got the vote. (That's a stopper.) The fact is, Man himself is a moronic infant who only 400 years ago largely didn't even know how to read. Who only 60 years ago coldly committed mass executions of millions of its own defenseless offspring. Who, to this day, continues to repeat similarly bloody offenses.
This child, Man, is still at war with itself in all corners of its domain, which can only mean one thing: it's an idiot-- an unevolved simian dupe who swallows the shiniest line of B.S. spooned into its greedy orifice and then proceeds to gnaw off its own extremities in unjustified exuberance.
Pity it. Revile it. Demand that it change. But don't dissect it before it's dead.
America is a fitting tribute to the ironies of child-Man. Where but America could you grow up with no traceable family tree (save perhaps a shoddy and corrupt "bill of sale"), disenfranchised and rejected, but be, in fact, better off than if your lineage had been left to flourish in its original homeland. A depressing and refreshingly harsh reality, that.
The White man-- being his own worst enemy-- is essentially no better off. Sure, he can dig up a long series of documents detailing the descent of bloodlines from European volunteers way back when to imaginationless Americans today, but he is still a victim of his fellows' follies. It turns out that his brother, his keeper, has been sleeping with his wife, stealing his job, slandering his name, and getting ahead in his absence using a form of illegitimate savvy that is the regal coin of the day-- glib denial. The same thing is happening to his brown-skinned neighbor. And to the Mexicans across the street. They're all screwed.
Who was it who said "I'm no racist-- I hate all people equally." I wish it were that simple. Man is so dissappointing only because his potential is so obvious. Organized with like mind and honest determination, he is almost unstoppable. M.K.Gandhi, with no political office or money machine behind him, removed the imperial leach from his nation's back using only the strength of his conviction. But in the end, insistence on a dual national self-image-- that that image be maintained and nurtured-- all but killed his dream of a peaceful, self-reliant India.
We are making this very mistake. The effort to separate first and emancipate later is shredding the only thing we truly share-- community. Can we shut up about our pelts and penises and forge ahead in the knowledge that soon, when we have taken care of ourselves and ceased our reckless struggle, we will no longer be multi-racial men and women, but Life Itself Evolved: MAN?