I’m regularly dumbfounded to learn of my “privileged” status. According to those versed in nonsense, all that matters is one’s “whiteness.”
Such hokum requires suspension of fact. In Britain, white working-class boys like myself are among the least likely to go to college. We are, of all flocks, most likely to remain rooted firmly in the class to which we were born, yet our tendency to resemble a hot dog during summer is proof of our inherent “privilege.”
According to sociologists, statistically speaking I should be in jail. The one-way train to her majesty’s pleasure stops at stations including Single Mother, Expelled from High School, Absent Father, before alighting, often repeatedly, at Jail. Professors of that slippery science say I should at minimum have “ACAB” singed across my scarified knuckles, and a string of baby mamas named Chardonnay draining my welfare check to sustain my feral skulk of street urchins.
The Black Lives Matter moment last summer mainstreamed a peculiar lexicon. Incessantly, we hear of “whiteness” and “systemic racism” and “implicit bias.” Hispanics who voted for Donald Trump are now champions of “multiracial whiteness.” Asian Americans (the most successful racial group) owe their success not to education and industry, but to miming whiteness. In Britain, gardening and flowers have “racism baked into their DNA.” According to the New York Times, racial justice is a supernatural force nourished through ritual sacrifice and bizarre confessions of “whiteness.”
Of course, this is all patent nonsense. Genuine racism today is about as socially acceptable as defecating, mid-course, on a restaurant table.
Yet, the demand for racism to blame for a whole host of pathologies outstrips the supply, saturating a ferocious market with counterfeits and exaggerations. The antiracism industry, worth billions of millions of dollars, repurposes anything and everything as evidence of its raison d’être.
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