This is more like it…

_Witness the Whiteness_

I had said a bunch of intelligent-looking things about race and ethnicity, but realize it’s all pointless noise.  I deleted it, replaced it with this.  It’s funny, the world is infinitely complex, but we’re always trying to reduce it to words, and then hammer reality into the molds those words create.  Stuff is liquid, it’s going to spill out of any shape we try to set for it.  We all know the racists are wrong about practically everything, especially the racists who expel a bunch of greenhouse gases talking around the fact that they’re racist, like Sam Harris.

But I think the rest of us get a lot wrong on the subject too.  Particularly when we try to treat cultures and ethnicities as discrete units for the purposes of discourse, when there are so many overlapping intersections and complications that the prevailing narratives have millions of local exceptions.  This creates easy gotchas for the opposition when you talk about racism, like “look at all these people who are perfectly fine with what you call cultural appropriation,” etc.

People are people, said the white person, why you gotta separate us with divisive rhetoric?  If we just forget about the past present and future of racism, it’ll stop existing on its own.  No, I say, the discourse, it’s gotta keep discoursing along.  For my part,

* insert honkey noises here *

I definitely feel some big feelings about race.  There are reasons racism personally offends me, though it isn’t pointed at me.  Still, what the hell do I have to offer to the discussion, from where I sit?  When it comes to skin tone, those in my end of the gene pool are the closest to mimes, and so I think I’ll make like a mime now, and shut the fuck up.  The end.

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A few years back I made this comic, like a ten page Chick tract for some antifas.  Pro-bono job for a dear cause.  I didn’t post it, perhaps thinking of the background check for an upcoming job application.  Don’t remember for sure why.

I didn’t write the script, just injected some half-assed yuks, and you can probably think of a dozen reasons why the reasoning in it is flawed, even if you dig the spirit of it.  I can feel PZ and Mano cringing at the invocations of science; I personally roll my eyes at the notion a “blade of logic” could scratch the skin of the masters of double-think.

Just enjoy the last high-effort visual art I’ll ever make, particularly my rendering of the freaky Charlottesville sweatbeast.  And consider donating to The International Anti-Fascist Defence Fund.
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