Quote of the Day

One may cover over secret actions, but to be silent on what all the world knows, and things which have had effects which are public and of so much consequence, is an inexcusable defect.
--Montaigne, On the Duty of Historians

Appropriate condemnation for those, from the University to Fox News, determined to enforce our continuing misunderstanding of race and its problems. It's been about fifteen years now since I first discovered dissident literature about race online. It was exhilarating. The thrill of transgressing the sacrosanct and sense it was nonetheless right (if you feel seeking the truth is right) coexisted. Amazing! (It would make the wholesome yin to the shameful yang of discovering Internet porn, if I should ever discover Internet porn.)
Of course, the thrill is gone.

Farther back people were assuming it inevitable the Internet would soon render the Narrative an unsustainable laughingstock. How they flattered the nation! How I flattered myself. You can transgress all you want, if you're nobody; "transgressing" by reading HBD sites, for instance, proves you're nobody. Don't do it if you want to be somebody. The cottage industry that is the outing of "racists" exists to broadcast this dictum. But it isn't just about vetting celebrities and politicians. The message the average guy--white guy, needless to say--gets loud and clear is this is what losers do.

So far so good: the Narrative hasn't even had to adapt to facts that have been more "settled" than global warming for a long time. In its aversion to logic and romanticizing of anger (it's become routine: the media reports the anger of such as the Ferguson mob as if it proves the justice of their cause; one burned-down Quickie Mart a solid argument, two a slam dunk) the Narrative argues that feelings make facts, but its sharper proponents know the reality: feelings make power.

The Internet has failed to make facts relevant. Certain facts at least. From the conspicuous self-abnegation of the white liberal to the surly self-importance of the urban black, feelings drive behavior. The Narrative knows. It advanced ten miles while you meticulously fashioned a brilliant treatise "destroying" it--on paper. Smirking, it advances as you go back to try out another argument. The Narrative rules. I wish I was the Narrative!

 The processes set in motion just grind on, and demographic change is slowly overtaking the relevance of the racial question--a white minority will be eclipsed not merely by the number of non-whites (who Democrats and progressives hope to keep corralled in an anti-white coalition), but by talented groups such as Asians and Indians, who, the HBD counter-narrative assures us, will displace whites in much of the professional and business world. What consequence the truth or not of HBD then? The best we can hope for at that point is sympathy. "Yeah, looking back, you white guys really got screwed. Can you make those curly fries?"

Argument gets nowhere so the truth is irrelevant. Progressivism knows it's all about boots on the ground--"alien bodies" in Narrative jargon--so they push the demographic agenda knowing time favors them; the respectable right doesn't even know there's a war on.

But then I'm just trying to cheer you up.