This is a chapter from my book, Small Arcs of Larger Circles. It is a story of my discovery and confusion around the emergence of a widespread global grouping of people concerned for the survival of “indigenous Europeans” — white people. It is important to note that a peephole into this parallel world began for me in 2013 (maybe 2012?), and by then as an internet phenomenon of community it was already in full swing. This white supremacy question is not about the USA, it is not about Trump, it has nothing to do with Making America Great Again (MAGA), this situation runs much much deeper. In my considerations of how and where to take action, I am finding that an oversimplified, or decontextualized view of these social divisions only helps to fuel the fire. I am not suggesting that I have the deeper view necessary, only that I am ready to grope in the darkness to expand my understanding. I get that I don’t get it. We are on the brink of either epiphany or war, or maybe both.
Confusion is blooming into a vitriol of finger pointing, and violence. This moment is profound — a call for urgent action. But, before we jump in with action, it is imperative that there be a moment of pause. Polarity breeds polarity; by default it is an escalating process. Enter carefully. The cultural fissures are not as clear as they seem at first glance. Memes make it seem too easy.
The institutionalized exploitation of both humanity and our habitat manifests as racism, manifests as sexism — as capitalistic greed that puts human luxury above ecological survival. Exploitation is a long narrative of “deadly.” As illusions of democracy as immune to corruption are crumbling, the world is becoming less like I wish it was… Each day seems to be a further reveal of the violence that has always been there. The dreams of the 60’s and 70’s are fading fast. Now, as the battlefield of identity is drawn up, each grouping of ideologies is ossifying in their own particular frequency and becoming less able to hear the others. But the lines are moving. The incoherence is louder than the polarity. I offer this chapter as perhaps a useful contribution to the moment.
Hope and Horror, Parts and Wholes.