The Hordes of the Invisible

It’s all leading to a mass grave of chickens and eggs.

I get a little thrown sometimes when I realize that I don’t know what things are like anywhere else. I don’t know the vibe in New York or the gestalt in Topeka. I don’t know what Floridians see when they walk down the street. I just don’t know much about how people measure their worlds outside of my own, and have to guard against the tendency to assume that what I know about my home applies everywhere.

I do know what it’s like here. And it’s strange. Seattle. It’s like touching something and not knowing right away whether it’s absolutely searingly hot, or skin-shatteringly cold, because there’s hints of both in the pain. We’re awash in activism. Utterly drowning in it. There isn’t a shop window that isn’t plastered with flyers for this march or that proclamation or that protest. Every author reading at every “local” bookstore – nota bene: everything is local, people. Absolutely everything. it only depends on where you’re standing – every reading is this cultural expression or that identity group’s response to something, or a statement of “this is me climbing proudly out of this miserable social/cultural prison.” In every instance it is billed, at least implicitly, in its subtext, as an exception. A rare opportunity. A victory over something. But you can’t have victory without competition, and you can’t have competition without an opponent, and so without realizing it, the movement itself ossifies the necessity of the opponent.

If you’re still listening to the subtext, you know that here it says that none who suffer do so as a result of their own failings. It is that whatever the nature of their suffering may have been – “invisibility” is a popular one, as well as the closely-related “marginalization,” and of course any word  with “phobia” trailing from its backside like some undigested serpent that can never quite be pinched free – whatever the suffering, these are people who not only are/were down, but were put there, intentionally and perniciously, and are now rising up in spite of “the dominant culture’s” efforts to keep them down. But this raises a question or two for me:

1. Who is the dominant culture?

As far as I can tell, they are. The sign makers, the book writers, the painters and poets. They’re everywhere. But if their claim is that they are resisting the dominant culture, who is it that’s putting them down? In light of their inescapable pervasiveness and influence, are they even down at all? If so, who is trying to keep them there?  Not the athletes and CEO’s – they’re all on board and applauding. They’re hosting fundraisers and lending their celebrity to “awareness.” (Show me, by the way, the unaware. There must be an odd colony of them somewhere that eats garden slugs and are too cut off from civilization to have heard of sexism or Old White Males or Macklemore). Corporations have more people in subcommittees working on fair hiring and balancing corporate skin tones than they have working on their actual bottom lines. Are the oppressors the shopkeepers and their customers, who block out the sun with their storefront virtue signals, and curse the planet-eating Republicans over cupcakes as they wipe pureed kale from their baby’s Che Guevara onesie? Can’t be the teachers and the principals (sorry “Heads of School,” as we can’t say “principal” anymore, and I honestly don’t know why), because they’re as helpful as can be. They organize days for students to leave school to protest climate and corporations (I always thought the protest was supposed to reflect the issue being protested. When I skipped classes, it was to protest school), they encourage multicultural literature and literacy, and are leading the way on efforts for diversity and inclusion. And of course the media and the universities, as well as the music and movie industry, they’re so obviously on the right side of this thing that I don’t need to say any more about them.

In short, every single representation of power and influence of any kind, is dominated by the spirit of charity, inclusion, and diversity. They are populated, organized, and run by people of, to quote Roger Waters, “every race, creed, color, tint, or hue.” So where are these oppressors? If the so-called “invisible” are not the dominant culture, then why are they the only ones I can see?

2. Given all this – given the undeniable momentum and power of movements towards fairness and righteousness and equality, given the ubiquity of this movement in every single aspect and institution of this city, how is it possible that it still feels like such an awful, intolerant, racist, sexist, Islamophobic, homophobic, anti-indigenous (sorry if I missed anyone) hell hole of a city?

The answer to that is actually pretty simple. The misery, the injustice, doesn’t exist in spite of all the social justice activism, it exists because of it. And truthfully, as my own subtext from the preceding paragraphs indicates, it doesn’t actually exist at all. The world, this city, as I walk around in it, is simply not in its actions a racist, sexist, homophobic, Islamophobic place. But my God it feels like it, and the activists (or the media, but I repeat myself) won’t have it any other way. What does exist, in a fetid curtain as thick as the sad salmon hauled from the poison Duwamish, is the idea of injustice. The haunting spectre of it. And they have all – high and low, black and white, gay and straight, on and on – risen up in their holy alliance against it, not realizing how adept they have been, all the while, at creating their own need for it. Students are rewarded for writing about it. They are given extra credit for attending poetry readings about it. Their social capital portfolios are almost wholly dependent upon the growth of it. Resist and you’re in. Don’t and you’re dead. It’s a sinister little perpetual motion machine, eating from its own toilet to survive, and knowing on some instinctive, subconscious (dare I say invisible?) level, that achieving its stated purpose would only eliminate its only fuel source.

How oppressed they would feel if someone took their oppressors away!

So no, maybe I don’t know what the rest of the world, or the country, or even the state of Washington looks like. But I do know Seattle. I’m in it on several levels every day. It’s a much nicer, much friendlier, much fairer place individually than the collective seems to want me or anyone else to notice. But I do notice. I certainly hope more people begin to as well. Because all this rallying towards disharmony creates the sensory confusion I mentioned in the beginning. Too hot or too cold? It’s impossible to know, because it encourages an ever-deepening degree of personal guardedness that prevents anyone from staying close enough to each other to find out.

21 thoughts on “The Hordes of the Invisible”

  1. As a former Seattleite awash in the city’s refugees washing up in Bellingham, I know they will not be satisfied until they create our community in a Seattle’s own image.

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  2. Your experience in Seattle is the same as my experience in Philadelphia. There is a lot of money in being a victim. Just ask Oprah and Al Sharpton.

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  3. I read stuff like this and I want to do the face/palm thing. This is still something new and shocking to people. Guys… it’s been like this for close to ten years now. And still, every day, millions of normies wake up and discover – “holy chit!!! Democrats are the REAL racists!!! And some of these homosexuals and pedos and feminists and marxists…the are REALLY messed up!!!”

    Hello McFly. Nice a ya to join us.

    Yes. Yes, the loons are in charge of the asylum, the drunks are running the liquor store…the fox is taking care of the hens.

    So… what are we going to do, now that you have noticed the obvious, and can no longer believe the ludicrous?

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  4. Very well said! And: I am a fellow Seattlite – you are absolutely correct on all points, here. I live in a Capitol Hill neighborhood of $1.25M+ homes and every other yard has at least one “In This House We Believe” sign – total virtual signaling in a neighborhood that voted overwhelmingly for Obama and Clinton (there are still plenty of and Clinton bumper stickers on cars, too) and also voted multiple times for socialist Kshama Sawant, and where the only minorities ever to be seen have arrived in landscaping trucks or “Maid Brigade” cards and where (as far as they know) there is nobody in disagreement at all!

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  5. Seattle was, not that long ago, a delightful city and a wonderful place to visit. Now it’s just another suffocatingly cramped, teeming anthill. Parking is a nightmare. There are lines and waits for everything. Guys in suits babble into cell phones and step over unconscious homeless as they hurry into Starbucks for an $8.00 cup of coffee. Rivulets of urine and stool run out of the cardboard boxes that dot the sidewalks. And the very air is charged with an amalgam of inchoate progressivism/grievance/anger. Trustafarians with iPhone 10’s and BMW convertibles sport dreadlocks and shriek about inequality.
    It’s decidedly not normal to live this way, and it shows. Crazy place. We don’t go anymore.

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    1. I HAVE to go into Seattle occasionally for medical treatment. Otherwise I wouldn’t ever see it except on the way through on I-5. The tent pueblos next to the fwy. are spreading as TPTB belch grandiloquent twaddle about “income disparity” and “affordable housing” as the reasons for raw sewage in the streets.
      It’s like throwing meat trimmings on the ground and noticing how many stray cats suddenly show up, then demanding “solutions” that exacerbate the problem. Some “homeless” (i.e. “bums”) are indeed living in the street due to unfortunate circumstances. The other 97% are living in the street because they like it that way and it’s tolerated/encouraged.
      I suggest 48 hr notice to GFOD, followed by the well-regulated militia making sure they comply. Axe handles and rubber buckshot come to mind as non-lethal implements to get the message across.
      Bus tickets to Santa Monica, CA would be distributed with the 48 hr notices, so the poor dears wouldn’t be stuck with no place to go.

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  6. Well said, Mr. Havens. No extra words. Just right. I don’t know how/when this outrage culture ends. They already eat their own, but then 10 more appear. Most sane people just ignore this stuff, but I suppose it’s impossible to ignore if you live in a place like Seattle (or Portland OR, or SF, or Berkeley CA, etc.). I have the good fortune to not live in any such place. I am also fortunate to have stumbled onto your blog.

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  7. Angelo Codevilla makes a parallel point about “White Supremacy”.

    https://amgreatness.com/2019/08/12/the-white-supremacy-hoax/

    “…indicting roughly 72 percent of the population as white supremacists, likely violent…
    “…Their proposals would impose pre-punishment for pre-crimes on persons accused or “suspected” of being a “white supremacist.” By whom? On the basis of what? In practice, a “white supremacist” is anyone whom anyone in power dislikes enough to so label him. Who would accept being outlawed at will? Our ruling class plays with matches in a house drenched in gasoline…
    “…the logic of the ruling class’s campaign against white supremacy cannot end in the deplorables’ peaceful submission because that campaign itself has no natural end. Some of the class’s components are sure to push for ever-stricter measures. More surely, an inherently abusive campaign of racial profiling itself guarantees deadly friction…”

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