Precious.
Y’heard of a book called White Fragility.
It’s number one on The New York Times bestseller list, ahead of So You Want To Talk About Race and The Color of Law.
Real important book ever since George Floyd got choked.
Talk-show hosts swoon over it.
White liberals clutch it in their tremulous hands as they take to knee and beg, “How can I do better?”
It’s racist as fuck, of course.
Superhuman whites keeping the weak black man under his jackboot and so on.
“Few books about race have more openly infantilized Black people,” writes John McWhorter (and he ain’t white) in The Atlantic. “DiAngelo’s outlook rests upon a depiction of Black people as endlessly delicate poster children within this self-gratifying fantasy about how white America needs to think—or, better, stop thinking. Her answer to white fragility, in other words, entails an elaborate and pitilessly dehumanizing condescension toward Black people.”
Anyway, hold onto that thought.
Last month, Shane Dorian, a deer and big-wave hunter from Hawaii, posted a photo of him and Kelly Slater, plus son Jackie and pals, on their bicycles with the caption,
“Non-threatening biker gang.”
Can you see the racism?
Try again.
Give up?
It took a Dorian fan to reveal the devil in the detail, so to speak.
Non-threatening because there ain’t no blacks. Of course!
What’s better, y’think?
The lunge for racism at every turn or Dorian’s couldn’t-give-a-fuck comeback?
I’m for the latter, if that isn’t obvious.
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