the sad racist

I was reading some of the racist comments posted on this blog, and it reminded me of something:

The sad racist is nothing more than the natural product of a society whose opus moderandi lays completely rooted both in isolation and in an exchange of insults and humiliation.

The atomization of society is in the heart of a paradoxical mode of production that refuses to acknowledge the division of classes in order to appear unitary, but at the same time, in its blindess to the concept of class, fragments itself into different "identities" in order to disguise exploitation. In a society were alienation is the norm; were capital subjects class brothers in a war against each other; it is completely reasonable that the individual tries to grip himself to an illusion, in order to psychologically sustain the continuing pummels of class society. Chicanos form their own gangs when confronted by the gangsterism of capital, gay people form their own churches and inclusive communities as a self-defense against puritanical ideology, and the racist white worker, facing the barbarism of capital, blames his class brothers for his plight.

The racial contempt of the racist worker, is generally, an incoherent knee-jerk--swiftly moving here and there--an irrationality completely product of the isolation, humilliaton, and alienation that is brewed by capital. There are those racists, however, that in their pitiful position as neither capitalists or workers; laying in the pressure point where both classes collide, can fall into the ugliest forms of ossified reaction. This middle man, that desires with all his spirit the position of master (the capitalist), but at the same time, feels contempt for the "riffraff"--creates his own ideological niche as the national intellectual--the culture warrior. The capitalist, having as a raison d'etre profit, most of the time expresses either a quantified racism that is merged with his economic self-interest, or an incoherent racism similar to the one of the racist worker. However. the middle man, the petty bourgeois, who, feeling contempt for both the upper and lower echelions of society and at the same time, looking for some sort of self-realization, embarks on the project of ideological chauvinism--raising his fist, riding his moral hobbyhorse, and shouting "I am righteous; I am different from this scum of the earth!".

We see these enemies of life shouting their empty slogans: christendom is being threatened, western civilization is going to shut down! They are reactionary from head to toes, for their modus operandi is nothing more than flopping their bellies while being mesmerized by some glorious "past" of christian puritanism and white domination.

These pathetic middlemen racists, do not understand that they are nothing more than the worst aspects of the decomposition of capital. They are completely alienated from everyone else, because they are neither masters, nor they are part of the bigger mass of slaves; therefore they find their own self-realization in dead culture. This is why, they were the cadre of the fascist movements of the 20s and 30s--when the organized working class threatened to pulverize class society--and with it, culture. Today, these racist ideologues play a very similar role to the one they did in the 30s: they try to gather, under their worthless banners, the most contemptous of the isolated workers, and use them as shock troops to concretize their extreme alienation in the most disgusting ways.

I cannot wait for the day when we are able to see the sky, and this vermin dissappear out of the sphere of my existence.