[i continue to revise/expand all the entries in the recent sequence on race. pulling out a bit i just added to monoculture 2, with a bit of expansion]: one problem is, when there's a progressive around, no one can speak freely, which makes it profoundly hard to connect. that no one should speak freely: that is the actual whole progressive program for truth and reconciliation. well, the whole thing depends on them not becoming conscious of themselves; they want a gassy cloud of hooey all around them; they demand to hear only euphemisms. they're scared - truly, literally scared - of words. a backwards, semi-linguistic, primitive group of people, yet to emerge from bizarre irrational supernatural beliefs, slaves to their superstition. i have been studying their belief system for many years, but there are limits to cross-cultural communication; i cannot know what it would be like to believe what they believe, any more than i know what it would be like to echo-locate like a bat; i don't know how i'd go about it. it's quite like dealing with silicon-based alien creatures.
i would suggest colonizing and converting them, for their own good. or the key is education: we've got to get these people starting in pre-k if we're going to address this; their english skills are lacking, just testing unwell. really, have you heard these people talk? it's stilted, inarticulate, mechanical, contentless. we need a new common core, but this time instead of turning it over to the richest white man in america, i'd suggest letting dead prez put the thing together. or really, their idea that they can be assaulted at a distance by an incantation makes them extremely vulnerable. i can slap them around by sitting here typing, and they will actually think they feel pain, to say nothing of what people are doing in a hip hop song. they must feel like they're constantly getting rodneykinged. admittedly, you can't actually harm someone like that, but we can make them experience their lives as though they're being constantly hurt. it's like they're covered with tattoos that say 'stab here' and are lying there prostrate trying to bleed. well no word can make anyone bleed, but it's still pretty funny. they can't face up to discourse or text, much less to realities, which they cannot encounter directly at all, but which are constantly present under erasure in their consciousness. they call that justice. i'm not tryina hear that, see?
