Beliefs are always the result of either a great amount of thinking or a very small amount of it. The first possibility takes place under the following conditions: contrast of numerous sources, use of rational and healthy criticism and, lastly but not less importantly, use of valid, non-fallacious arguments to support the reasoning. The second possibility, however, is the most commonly seen and contemplates everything but rational, evidential explanation. Instead, it is based on extreme and, therefore, absurd generalization and preconceived propositions. This is, among others, the case of racism, in which racial-biased statements are made against other human beings promoting hatred and discrimination for such an irrelevant matter as it is the colour of one's skin.
The white man's ancestors were once immigrants from Africa. Then, should white people be criminilized upon nowadays for the invasion of the northern lands and the disappearence of animal and vegetable spieces that has come along with it? Moreover, should white people nowadays be criminalized upon for white imperialism, colonialism and black slavery? There is a million and one historical facts to throw at racist people to shut them up forever. As for that, the survival of racist "thought" -if it can be called so- in modern society remains a mystery to me, since it is quite hard to back it up given our constant exposure to information today, also that historical. This is why, altogether, one can only arrive to the conclusion that there are some individuals who will just believe whatever supposedly benefits them, regardless of the truth -or the lack of tuth- in it.
I do not want to seem pessimistic, but in my opinion the justification of violence against a certain group of people whose -condemned- similarities were never of their choice (as far as we know, no one chooses their sex or race at birth) has become as unstoppable as ridiculous. And the worst part is it has all been fed with popular sayings throughout history, like "ignorance is bliss" -well, it is certainly not for those who suffer due to spread willful ignorance!
Nevertheless, if I happened to believe in an end to racism, a cure for its disease, it would be books and travels. Unamuno once said: 'Fascism is treated reading and racism is treated travelling'. I personally think there is no possible way to word it better. If only fascists and racists would embrace reading other than their preferred narcissistic, egotistic authors and travelling other than to their preferred destinies where they are surrounded by the type of people they like..., if only fascists and racists chose the compromise that lies within the responsability of acknowledging the truth over personal comfort, this would be a complete different world. Racist thinking is not inspired by what is true. True is that immigrants emigrate from their countries in a search for a decent life. True is that capitalism does not provide everyone a decent life, quite on the contrary; hence the need to emigrate. True is that priviledge comes at a price. The denial of what is true is merely a product of a big fear of the consequences and sacrificies that acknowledging the truth may involve, the loss of all priviledge, for instance. Racist thinking is, thus, inspired by fear.
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It's never quite right, he said, the way people look,
the way the music sounds, the way the words are
written.
It's never quite right, he said, all the things we are
taught, all the loves we chase, all the deaths we
die, all the lives we live,
they are never quite right,
they are hardly close to right,
these lives we live
one after the other,
piled there as history,
the waste of the species,
the crushing of the light and the way,
it's not quite right,
it's hardly right at all
he said.
don't I know it? I
answered.
I walked away from the mirror.
it was morning, it was afternoon, it was
night
nothing changed
it was locked in place.
something flashed, something broke, something
remained.
I walked down the stairway and
into it.
-Charles Bukowski.
the way the music sounds, the way the words are
written.
It's never quite right, he said, all the things we are
taught, all the loves we chase, all the deaths we
die, all the lives we live,
they are never quite right,
they are hardly close to right,
these lives we live
one after the other,
piled there as history,
the waste of the species,
the crushing of the light and the way,
it's not quite right,
it's hardly right at all
he said.
don't I know it? I
answered.
I walked away from the mirror.
it was morning, it was afternoon, it was
night
nothing changed
it was locked in place.
something flashed, something broke, something
remained.
I walked down the stairway and
into it.
-Charles Bukowski.
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