I came across an interesting post by John Derbyshire. This is, to my mind, the best part of it:
I first came to the U.S.A. in my late twenties, already an adult with a fairly solid set of working assumptions about the world. This put me in somewhat the position of an anthropologist observing a newly-discovered tribe.
One thing I noticed (and many others in similar circumstances have also noticed it—the historian John Lukacs, for example) was the plain hatred that many American blacks obviously felt towards whites. This didn’t surprise me very much; given the history of slavery and Jim Crow, and the invariants of human nature, I suppose it’s what one should expect. What did surprise me was the lengths to which white Americans go not to notice it.
White Americans who did betray the fact of having noticed suffered severe social ostracism. A case in point was journalist Amity Shlaes, who in January 1994 wrote an article titled “Black Mischief” for the London Spectator. In the article she described exactly what I had seen: the everyday hatred that black Americans nurse towards a white person like herself.
When this became known to Amity’s colleagues at the Wall Street Journal, a deputation of them marched on the office of the chairman of Dow Jones, Inc., demanding that she be fired.
A few months later all the world got a good look at American blacks’ hatred of whites when O.J. Simpson was acquitted of murdering his white wife, to scenes of wild rejoicing in black precincts.
Yet still white Americans mostly averted their eyes; and still today it is considered a gross breach of social etiquette to notice what a clear-eyed observer cannot help noticing.
Cultural Marxism seizes eagerly on this hatred, of course. So powerful is the ideology’s appeal, in fact, that it has colonized the minds of the oppressors themselves, leaving them racked with guilt. Hence the phenomenon I call “ethnomasochism,” by means of which white people too can savor the pleasure of hating whites.
Expressions of white ethnomasochism show up quite early on: Susan Sontag writing in 1967 that “The white race is the cancer of human history”; Stanley Ann Dunham around 1970 telling her Indonesian husband that American businessmen in Indonesia were “not my people”; Bill Clinton in 1998 saying that he looked forward to the day when whites will be a minority in America.
It is only recently, though, that hatred of whites has become a clear component of majority thinking, one of the idols of the tribe, out in the open for all to acknowledge and adore. Freshmen at our universities are now routinely put through training courses in which the white students among them are told of their own innate wickedness and warned that without a properly anti-white attitude, they will not be counted good citizens.
When the movie actor Jamie Foxx recently boasted on Saturday Night Live of having made a movie in which he get to kill all the white people, the audience—which was almost entirely white—roared with laughter and approval. They love Big Brother.
It’s easier to cope with and combat something if it has a name. I have been trying to come up with a snappier way of saying “hatred of whites,” but the best I can do, drawing on a very scanty knowledge of classical Greek, is misoluekanthropy. I have not much hope this will catch on, but I offer it for your consideration anyway.
Once you are alert to misoleukanthropy you keep spotting new manifestations of it. There is an American pop singer named Beyoncé Knowles. I know next to nothing about pop music, which I pretty much gave up on after Buddy Holly died, but Ms. Knowles got my attention because my mother’s surname was Knowles, so I could vaguely wonder if we were perhaps related.
Ms. Knowles, however, is racially what I think used to be called a “high yaller,” or octoroon. The whiteness of her surname detracted somewhat from this. So she dropped the surname altogether and is now billed simply as Beyoncé, the horrid whiteness all purged out.
It’s getting to be a common thing. There is a mulatto commentator on one of those leftist TV stations named Touré. That’s it, just Touré—with, like Beyoncé, the acute accent for a touch of exoticism, of authenticity. If you look up Touré, you’ll find that his surname is actually Neblett, which sounds even whiter than Knowles. Out, damn spot! Away with all whiteness!
http://www.vdare.com/articles/john-derbyshire-s-address-to-the-first-vdarecom-webinar#cultmarx
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[–] fourchan1 0 points 2 points 2 points (+2|-0) ago
"Yet still white Americans mostly averted their eyes; and still today it is considered a gross breach of social etiquette to notice what a clear-eyed observer cannot help noticing." this is precisely what i have stopped doing.