Missouri: Taking the National Temperature

It warms the heart of a curmudgeon: As I suppose we all have heard by now,  black semi-pro football players at the University (sic) of Missouri have forced white officials to resign because of “White Privilege.” This Privilege is a great upsettance to them.

White Privilege is real, of course. It is a combination of high genetic intelligence, studiousness, a tendency toward intellectual exploration, the capacity to organize, sustained hard work, and conscientiousness. There is a reason why whites design Mars landers and black athletes do not.

To make this point clearly (See? It is my tendency toward intellectual exploration), let us consider the following questions:

How many of the black athletes, or black radicals at Missouri, or anywhere, have any business being at a university? How many have IQs below ninety? How many are way below? How many are studying real subjects, such as chemistry, languages, philosophy, literature, or history—as distinct from subjects for the enfeebled, Black Studies, Sociology, Education, and Breathing for Credit?

How many of the jocks can read? In many universities the black athletes are kept in special dorms and get high grades for courses they never attend and can’t spell. Is that happening in Missouri? Can we see their SATs? No one, I promise, will want to check.

Stray thought: If universities accepted only those with intelligence and interest, the noise level would drop appreciably. I am for it.

But the antics at Missouri are only one instance of a far larger disease. Daily the country ties itself in knots to keep blacks happy, which is impossible—to placate them, to soothe their disturbances, give them everything they want but can’t or won’t earn. Nothing satisfies them. They shut down political meetings, loot shoe stores, burn cities. We back away. Always we back away.

We give and give and give—Head Start, Section Eight housing, AFDC, Obamaphones, medical care, free rides at university. If they can’t pass a test, we abolish the test and apologize, apologize, apologize. Do they want to burn Baltimore? We back away, give them space, for they are troubled youth. And we apologize. It never stops.

Nobody ever, ever, tells them “No.” Might this be called Black Privilege?

As I read on Drudge, the national thermometer, the unending daily demands by blacks for this, for that, for the other thing, I would say, if I were rude–I emphatically am not rude–“Try contributing instead of demanding. I mean, beyond blues, basketball, and arson. Remember, we the white privileged invented both cities and matches. And virtually everything else that allows you to complain in comfort.”

One day—one day, maybe—we will have to admit that the racial thing isn’t working, and that it isn’t going to work. Hostility worsens. It will continue to worsen. As the white middle class loses economic ground and standards of living fall, anger will grow among the newly impoverished. The constant racial attacks on whites will continue. Why would they stop? As automation advances, jobs will become scarcer than they are now, which is too scarce, and for every job a black might do there will be better qualified whites and, increasingly, Latinos. And—this is the killer—blacks are not improving academically, because, as has become obvious, they cannot. If they can, why don’t they?

None of this will affect the talking heads who tell us how we should think—not for a while—because they are well paid and comfortable inside the Beltway, or in Manhattan. The bubble heads and babble blondes will chatter with vapid self-satisfaction of White Guilt, and speak in Georgetown cocktail parties with articulate and composed blacks, the only kind they know.

White Guilt, indeed. It is impossible to be guilty of something you haven’t done, however much you may want to, but this is a logical matter, and does not apply to babble blondes.

Remember, though: Cancer doesn’t go away because you pretend it isn’t there.

At some point—maybe at some point—we will have to admit that we are trying to mix the immiscible and assimilate the inassimilable. If we were dealing with Irishmen, Chinese, Italians, Germans, or Russians, mixing would work after a generation or two, or much sooner. But blacks don’t want to assimilate to white European culture and lack the capacity to do so. Whites do not want them to. The talking heads talk, but associate only with Oreos. They do not go near black ‘hoods. They know better.

We can destroy the universities to please blacks, and we can force integration, but the former won’t accomplish anything else, and people will resegregate if governmental pressure eases. To a great extent they already have. No matter what we do, the intractable urban Bantustans will remain, vast, bleak, hermetically isolated from the dominant culture except through television. Newark, Trenton, Camden, Philadelphia, Detroit, Baltimore, and all the many others. These are forever.

So—the horrible, looming question—what now? We all urge education, because you cannot be charged with racism for favoring it. Yet we all seem to understand that it isn’t going to work. If it were going to, it would have. Every year the deploring classes deplore the unshrinking disparity in test score. They talk endlessly of racism. Yet the politically correct never suggest anything that would require blacks to perform. Nor do blacks. They never ask for thicker textbooks with bigger words and smaller pictures. Books aren’t their thing, as we say.

The one thought that unites the entire country is the recognition that it isn’t going to work.

Well, we can go on as now, and probably will, until there is an explosion, a race war or sorts, or continue the slow subsidence into—what?

The idea of a racial war is regarded as a sign of rightist dementia by those with Appropriate Values, the talking heads and academia and related riffraff. But if you look at the Fergusons and Baltimores, and ask what would happen if one day whites did not back away as the stores burned, if they ever fought back against the Knock-Out Game—you can see that something very close to a race war is possible. And after–what?

People inside the Beltway have little idea of circumstances in the rest of the country. Note how surprised they were by Trump. A lot of people in that great unknown America are angry. A lot of whites outside the effeminate states are saying of racial conflagration, “Bring it on.” Not a good idea, you say. True, not a good idea at all. But what has that got to do with it?

Perhaps the best of the possibly possible solutions is de facto, tacitly encouraged, mutually accepted  segregation wherever practical—universities, schools, police forces, maybe the military, and housing. The races have little in common and utterly different cultural backgrounds. England isn’t Africa (well, it pretty much is these days, but it wasn’t.) For the most part segregation would not have to be forced, but just allowed.

And then maybe we could have our universities back.

Comments are closed.