1. You're a racist.
. . . and my mother dresses me funny, right? Seriously, what does this word even mean anymore?
2. You hate blacks (or Latin Americans, or whatever).
Nope, sorry. I get on well with the blacks I know professionally and socially. Of course, these have been pre-screened by cognitive ability and/or wealth and income. I don't really know any under-class blacks.
I lived in Latin America as a child, had a great time there, and have several Latin friends both in the U.S. and down there, plus a lot of secondary contacts. These, too, tend to come from Latin America's white elite rather than its Mestizo majority. My circle of acquaintances was more diverse when I lived there.
3. Some blacks or Mexicans robbed you / beat you up / stole your girl / took your slot via affirmative action / otherwise gave you a grievence.
Not that I know of. My elementary years featured lots of intimidation and some violence at the hands of my peers, virtually all of whom were white. My one semester at majority-black school was palpably scary, but I was mainly left alone. While I have principled objections to affirmative action, it was never an issue for me personally.
4. You hanker for Jim Crow.
Nope, sorry. I have expressed sympathy for poor whites who bore the costs, in terms of rising crime, declining schools, and neighborhoods turned into slums, of desegregation policies created by wealthy lawyers and judges with children in private schools . . . but I have no use for legally mandated segregation. In fact, I have no plan other than what we are already doing:
a. Stiff sentences, aggressive policing, a million plus blacks in prison. Throw in parole, suspended sentences, and people awaiting trial, and a fairly significant fraction of the black population are clients of the pointy-end of law enforcement.
b. De-facto re-segregation. Whites have long since abandoned black neighborhoods, and this process is largely complete. Under-class blacks have easy access to very few whites, and pretty much leave the rest of us alone.
5. You believe in the superiority of the white race.
So . . . somebody like Half Sigma, who wears his contempt for religion on his sleeve, can find a modest inverse correlation between professed religiosity and the results of a 10-question vocabulary test, fatuously declare that religion makes you stupid, and nobody says boo. But the moment someone acquaints himself with about a century's worth of data and peer-reviewed studies showing differences in cognitive ability between races, differences which predict all manner of economic an social outcomes both within and between countries, and that person is guilty until proven even guiltier of harboring invidious racialist motivations.
The question of the differences in mental and social facility between the races is an empirical one, and its answer can be obtained independent of the motivations of those who ask it. Until my accusers take the time to acquint themselves with this mountain of evidence, I see little reason to take their accusation in good faith.
So now the punchline. Why do I blog about race?
Our bien pensants have sold us a lie. They have deployed the entire apparatus of memetic transmission to sell this lie for over two generations. They have harassed and intimidated anyone who questions the lie, costing them their livelihoods, driving them from polite society, and, in other countries, subjecting them to criminal prosecution.
The lie they sell is the lie of human equality.
This lie is behind any number of policy disasters, from No-Child-Left-Behind, to immigration, to the Iraq war. This lie requires us to undertake useless projects like affirmative action, disparate impact prosecutions, and racial quotas throughout a widening swath of economic activity. It is, even now, paralyzing the defense of our national borders before an unprecendented invasion of alien peoples.
And what do these liars have to say when confronted with their failures in the face of mounting social dysfunction? "Oh no," cry the liberals, "we explain it all by racism, discrimination, and bad schools." "Oh no," respond the conservatives, "it's all really about welfare, bastardy, and bad schools."
I'm tired of the lies.
I'm tired of the misbegotten policies.
I'm tired of the national suicide.
I could come up with more sweet-sounding reasons to justify better policies, and there is no shortage of such reasons to do this. But I have chosen to go right to the heart of the problem, and take on the lie head-first.