I am
not sure why people write columns. Partly from boredom, I suppose, or
lack of anything better to do. Partly from exasperation. Yet partly from
the hope that if enough people collectively become aware of problems,
they might, just maybe, do something about them. I can’t believe this
any longer. Today’s crimes, lunacies, and decays are too many,
profitable, and intractable. We are racing out of control toward some as
yet dimly limned catastrophe. Hang on and take the ride.
To
begin with, America is no longer a country. It is a set of special
interests occupying the same place: Corporations, races, ethnicities,
faiths, ideologies, foreign agents pretending to be Americans, all at
each other’s throats. No cure is possible.
Racial
relations are a disaster. Blacks, fourteen percent of the country, are
congenitally furious at whites. They neither assimilate nor want to.
Whether they should doesn’t matter since it will not happen.
They
give their children strange names to differentiate them from whites,
maintain a separate language sometimes called Ebonics–blacks in other
countries learn to speak normally–and concentrate in huge all-black
Sowetos: Philadelphia, Baltimore, Chicago, Newark, Trenton, Camden,
Atlanta, Milwaukee, East St. Louis, New Orleans. And many others.
Horrific crime and horrific schools produce each year a large cohort
who, barely literate, will for fifty years be unable to fit into the
economy or into white (or Hispanic) society. This will not change. If
it were going to, it would have.
http://www.unz.com/freed/decline-in-the-fall-or-late-summer-anyway/
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