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Like a promising wine gone to vinegar, they always start out the same way: “Dear White People...” The letters of rebuke. The decanting of bottled rage. The outpouring of hatred. Especially the hatred.
And rightly so. American is a living nightmare. The 2020 nightmare. It’s perfectly understandable that people – and I’m talking everyone here – are lashing out. On Twitter and Facebook and Instagram and in the streets armed with their placards, frozen water bottles, AR-15s. Flowers. Each declaiming his or her miserable life, their problems, their divorces, their sexual violations, their fibromyalgia, their alcoholism and drug addiction, their psychopathology, their bankruptcy, their abortions and vasectomies. Their humiliations. Their murders at the hands of racist police. Their betrayal by local and national leaders. Their powerlessness. Their rage. Yeah, their rage. And in return, being gassed, shot with rubber bullets and clubbed senseless. Or suffocated. Or shot in the back with real bullets.
Like I said, everyone. But it’s mostly White people those letters are for, right? Whites are the ones for whom this society predicated on racism, bigotry and greed was conceived and for whom its Constitution – an epic document in terms of democratic principles laid down by men whose entire net worth depended on the perpetuation of chattel slavery long after other nations of the world had outlawed it – was intended. Only persons with White, Anglo-Saxon, Protestant DNA can fully appreciate the beauty and benefits and protections of that great covenant; people who know the price of everything and the value of nothing. White people with money.
Yeah, America was intended for Whites only. They didn’t call it the White House for nothing.
It’s no mystery why Blacks and other POCs are pushing back. But in all fairness, to White people at least, in America you’re only as White as your money. If race were merely a mental construct, as every thinking person knows it is, then America is for Greens, the color of the nation’s currency. Like the book I just finished. The misconceived offspring of a crazed Evangelist preacher and an over-sexed rich girl is born with green skin then becomes the Wicked Witch of The West. She also never washes. One of the worst books I’ve ever read but I did get the point.
Even Benito Mussolini, the George Washington of Fascism, explained these alternate facts:
“What? Race? Oh, that! It’s only a feeling, not a reality. Ninety-five per cent, at least. Nothing will ever make me believe that biologically pure races can be shown to exist today. National pride has no need of the delirium of race…Man is not a logical creature. His intellectual history is a record of mental reserves and compromises. The success of our Fascist Movement affirms the irremediable, fruitful and beneficent inequality of men!”
Maybe you’re a direct descendant of the last Ming Emperor or the original Ace of Spades without a single strand of European-derived DNA in your profile; nonetheless you can still do an Elaine Chou or Herb Cain. You can still be an apologist for a society that oppresses everyone who isn’t a charter member of the One Percent Club, those who control all the wealth, do little or no work, and avoid taxation. Because in America, having money makes anyone, DNA be damned, 'Green.' The great equalizer. Well, sort of.
If race, like gender, is merely a mental construct that can be altered, then wouldn’t green skin for those whose net worth breaks, say, the $1 million threshold, resolve the race issue once and for all? Given the state of the economy and the enormous salaries and bonuses and kickbacks that persons of all colours and genders might earn in this perfect synthesis of government and private interests (Mussolini's definition of Fascism) that is the new normal, one million isn't all that much. Any half-decent swindler or really determined panhandler could get there. Like LBJ said: "Hell, give him somebody to look down on, and he'll even empty his pockets for you."
Post-November-3 America is already beginning to shape up: by emptying everyone's pockets. There's even a GoFundMe campaign (and a few other money grabs) for Kyle Rittenhouse, the crazed 17-year-old MAGAt who gunned down peaceful protesters in Kenosha. Having murdered 2 and seriously injured another, donations to his defense fund have topped $1 million and still rising. Mommy Rittenhouse has already addressed the RNC to a standing ovation from Wisconsin Republicans on the Trump2020 campaign trail. By contrast, the two concerned citizens that her precious offspring murdered didn't earn any media cred whatsoever. We'll never forget the name Rittenhouse, but who can recall the names of his victims?
Despite the alarming rise in CV-19 statistics, news agencies and pollsters no longer bother to register anything more significant than how much money the Dems and GOP bandits have squeezed out of their bamboozled constituents in the run-up to what will no doubt be a very contestable election. Wall Street gangsters and GOP Mafiosi, those awful green people who’ve already hijacked a system of government for their own power and profit and turned its police and military might against us, will have the final say. And we already know what that will be.
This web of corruption predicated on a thousand points of evil quite neatly killed off most of the Social Security parasites, you know, like our late parents with their WWII-era friends, all crippled with arthritis and half out of their skulls anyway, hunkered down in nursing homes and VA hospitals, awaiting that final bugle call before being unceremoniously tossed into mass graves. Hundreds of thousands of Social Security checks and health care benefit payments wiped cleanly away; all that cash now available for the ultra-green ruling class to steal.
Now all they need do is light the match. Ultra-greens cheering on the sidelines while poor Whites, Blacks, Latinos, Asians, Klansmen and Neo-Nazis, ad hoc militiamen, Karens, and garden variety loonies massacre one another, reducing the population down to that critical minimum required to fill all those meaningless, low-paying service jobs. Unemployment drops to zero. Markets are up. Winning. So much winning.
America is coming full circle, back to the vision laid down by its Founding Fathers: Greens (‘White’ is no a longer politically correct term) and their slaves. The Prince of Slumlords, Jared Kushner, will become President-For-Life. Ivanka will be our Queen-of-Hearts. The tabloids will call them “Javanka.” It’s so cute. The ghost of Ayn Rand will smile from wherever elite social philosophers and wealthy novelists go when they die.
But what about those letters? Geez, already! We forgot the letters. Fuck the letters. I’ll tell you why. Because, like I said three times already and Mussolini confirmed in 1933, race is simply a mental construct. Only the color of money counts. And American money is Green. See? Queen of Hearts is already sporting the royal colors.
But even that’s a lie. Because like shame – the lie that somebody told you about yourself – changing one’s garments or even one's skin color won’t fix anything. Changing one’s heart, or 350 million hearts, will.
Three hundred fifty million. That’s a really big number. To be honest, though, I don't think the majority of White Americans are racist. Ignorant as hell, yes. Malicious? At times, yes. Malicious racists, not everybody; not even a majority. Otherwise, Barak Obama, arguably America's finest and most beloved President, would never have sat in the Oval Office. Nonetheless, everyone in America is impacted by a system predicated on racism, bigotry and greed wherein the real racists and bigots among us control all the power bases, steamrollering everyone and everything that gets in their path.
That argument can be put to rest on November 3. Or not.
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