My car recently made a very interesting trip to south side Chicago. I was not in it, because, as a man lacking the proper skin tones, that would have been a conduct regardless of life. The driver this day was a man darker in skin tone, a man wanting to return to the neighborhood of his poor but happy childhood. What that man discovered, however, was that any sense of civility that may have existed in this place when he was a boy is dead and gone and replace with a attitude that has no regard for anything. The young people walk in the streets. And that is not to escape the violence, that is to incite it. To drive a car is to dare them to step in front of you and to dare you to hit them. To hit them is to incite your own death knell. For, although each is the epitome of selfishness in his own little world where he is king, and cares nothing for the next, all of them will jump at any opportunity to be “outraged” and find justification to be violent.
The local store clerk, now 70, relates the new realities of the hood. Ironically, he must now work full time without help, because Obamacare has made it impossible for him to afford employees. What little opportunities the young men of this area had are even less now because of the flood of regulations that prevent new enterprise–all in the lip service of helping the common laborer.
But the point here is not to labor the idea that young black men have few opportunities. It is not to single them out at all in that regard. It is, rather, to point out a new reality of perception, a perception that no longer stops with the boundaries of a specific neighborhood or skin tone. For this man so eager to return to his roots was running from the new reality that was crushing him in his new home in white, middle-class Main street USA. And what he has discovered is that there is no escape.
Pity the poor black man. Yes, we are good at that. But are we realizing that the poor white man is, proportionally in the same boat? And are we realizing that the very problem is that all of them feel they deserve our pity? And yet, there is a difference, still, yet, but one that is quickly going to disappear. The difference is that fact that one group sees itself as victimized, while the other, equally victimized group, thinks it is guilty of the victimization.
So it is that “white” America, through self-flagellation, has struggled to bring itself down to the same poverty as its “black” victims. But no amount of penitence is ever going to change the predicament. And perpetuating the lie is never going to let the truth make anyone free. The question is not whether the rich will continue to exercise advantages over the poor. The question is whether certain groups will ever get over the idea that they are being singled out for destruction and thus will never get a fair shake. The question is whether we, because of these blatant misconceptions, have a duty to look the other way when such misconceptions are the justification for acts of wonton violence and anti-social behavior. The question is whether empowering anarchist criminals will result in a more stable society.
Cancer has one plan–spread. The “you own me” mentality of the minorities has now spread to include an entire generation. Children of all skin tones now walk the street and demand to be pampered, kowtowed to, given privilege, treated as special. The segregation of skin color has become the new segregation of age and class. Actually, this is not new. It has been raging since the 60s. But, now that the petulant children of the 60s drive the dialogue and the education system, they have succeeded in raising this new generation of sheeple that rally to the victim’s cry. They have succeed in teaching a mind-numbed generation that they, the rude, undisciplined, inconsiderate perpetrators of chaos are somehow the innocent victims trying to hold the high ground. Although it is clear to any rational individual that their entire house of cards is build upon lies, damn lies and statistics, any attempt to dismantle it is met with the most pungent vitriol and hatred, even to the point of physical violence.
One talks till one is blue in the face, but it doesn’t matter. For this is the corporate world. And the corporate world is run on advertising. The corporate world is also now the political world. Our great leaders are nothing more than corporate shills who must design the new corporate perception to foist upon the hypnotized and unsuspecting public. And that is the greatest irony of all. The corporation understands that the best way to keep power and reap profits–to victimize the people, in other words–is to convince the people that they are being victimized. But, it must be done in such a way that segregates the people into groups and makes each group believe that it is another group’s fault and not their own. In this way, the victim mentality grows until everyone is sure there is nothing to be done and nobody understands who the real oppressor is. Then it is game over.
I really only intended a small intro to the following article by Angela Graham-West of the same title. But it is hard not to digress. Point is that this feeling of victimhood is not limited to a skin tone. We all feel like victims in some ways, and we are all right in some ways. The point is to recognize the truth about how we are vicimized and what to do about it and to distinguish this from the false perceptions and the destructive actions that follow from those false perceptions.
The Fairytale of the Victimhood
I recently read an article entitled “What Black Parents Tell Their Sons About the Police” and I began to ponder the downward spiral in race relations over the past five years. According to the author Jazmine Hughes:“Such ….