Steve Sailer asks who I’d rather have as a neighbor: Trayvon Martin or George Zimmerman.
Okay, I’ll play. You know what, dead guys are pretty peaceful, so I guess it’s Martin for the win! Welcome, neighbor! (No, no Xena — don’t gnaw at his eyes. I don’t care if he’s dead and cats love to nosh on eyeballs, you don’t eat a neighbor’s eyes.)
We do remember that Trayvon Martin is actually really dead, don’t we? You know, dead, as in, it doesn’t matter that maybe he wasn’t going to grow up to be a Scary Black Thug who will break into the houses of nice white people and steal their jewelry, all the while Ominously Not Smiling. Because he’s dead. Six feet under. Kicked the bucket. Not pining for the fjords. He’s an ex hoodie-wearing, walking through his dad’s neighborhood, wondering what the fuck this weirdo wanted with following him, black kid.
By the way, no, I don’t think George Zimmerman is a racist anti-christ slavering demonic killer. The fact remains, though, that his gun killed someone who had no gun. This is a serious thing and we’re still arguing about whether or not it’s okay to talk about all the other human races that went into George Zimmerman’s makeup and how that should absolve all white people everywhere from anything bad that happens to black people because it’s not our fault and why don’t you like us we freed you people and stopped segregating schools and gave you the vote and stopped making you drink out of those tiny water fountains that made you bend over so you could always remember how inferior you were and god why do you people have to be so ungrateful and why won’t you stop listening to that awful rap-hop stuff and why can’t you just remember we’re the ones who invented everything and went to the moon. The fucking moon!
In the Seventies it was generally acknowledged, by people of all races, that in the future the races would intermarry and blend together and that meant no more white people and that was considered cool and a great thing to look forward to. It won’t solve, I am sure, the tendency of human beings to invent dumbass reasons to hate each other, but at least our multiracial descendants won’t have to eat this particular brand of shit.
Added: Oh man, and in my RAEG I completely forgot to point this out:
My vague impression is that younger people in America are trending in the direction of Zimmerman rather than Martin: away from outlawry, toward pro-social behavior, conformism, authoritarianism, and so forth.
This is quoted favorably by Kathy Shaidle, who likes to flaunt her old punk cred. I don’t know, maybe it’s because I was never a punk (I went to lots of punk concerts, but the lifestyle did not appeal to me), but for some reason the thought that American teens, the same horrible monsters that according to the news are bullying each other to suicide when they aren’t joining gangs or fucking each other into multi-unwed-parent-hood, are growing more conformist, more into authoritarianism, more “pro-social” (whatever the fuck that is that’s different from the usual teenage “I can’t wipe myself without texting my friends first!” bullshit), does not fill me with thankfulness and joy. And talk about a false dichotomy — as if there was nothing but the choice to be a criminal rapist thug and a joyless obedient drone. As if those two states of being were the only way to exist. What the fuck, America, what the fuck?
Update: guys? Things not to do here: don’t say something like “you need to be upset with this entirely other person/situation or else your current argument is invalid!” I don’t recall what its official name is, but I call this the “Cyberman Pwns You” argument. (In an old episode of the Classic Doctor Who series, I don’t remember which one, one of the Doctor’s friends is berating a Cyberman for attacking and killing some people. The Cyberman retorts, “thousands of people are dying every day — you don’t care about them!”)