Kritik: Race. (No true Blacksman fallacy.) I.
Last year I brought a friend of mine, a charming girl by the
name of Tiffany, into the Palomar College Debate team. I knew her through (if I
may speak causally) having met her sister Kirjsten. This first correspondence
began under the auspices of finding a computer programmer for a game that I was
designing.
After having met Kirjsten, a truly charming girl who was
rather easy on the eyes, if I may say so, I thought back to her as the “really
cute Scandinavian girl” (one of many, admittedly) that I had met on the Palomar
Campus.
It was not until I saw her again that I had what Zen
Buddhists call a satori – a sudden awakening – I thought: You know, I think
that this girl *might* identify as African American. I am not so sure, but the
curve of her nose and the tinge of chocolate in what I had taken to be vanilla
skin might suggest some sort of, what’s the word? “Black heritage”.
The essentialism is of course practical; the objectification
is for phenomenological purposes. It was not out of the side of his mouth that
Slavoj Zizek said that political correctness is a tacit form of totalitarianism.
If we are not free to describe our experiences as they appear to us, we are all
ways, one and all, slaves to dogmatism. The project of phenomenology was to
escape the tendency of the human mind to fit things into boxes that are
pre-sumed ubiquitous, focusing in stead upon the precise description of
individual experience in a way that is often counter-intuitive,
de-constructive, and requiring a great deal of strain and effort that the
conventional man does not want to put forth.
But no thing is more important than this effort, the
nihilation of pre-conceived categories, than in dealing with the most
oppressive of categories, as well as the silliest: That of race.
Dm.A.A.
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