/lit/ - Literature

When I was younger, and living in a different country, I used to often pretend to be a different race. I guess I've got a natural aversion to speaking English in non-English countries, and to the banal loudness of American tourists, so I'd often fake an Italian or French ancestry around them to avoid having to talk with them or simply for my own amusement.

At another point in my life, I was working at a hotel owned and largely frequented by Jews. My actual ethnicity (as far as that could even be considered a real thing) is a heavily Judiazed branch of Christianity, so I have a Jewish last name, which I would often blatantly wear while donning the metaphysical attire of a Jew, which hugely improved the way Zionists (not all Jews are zionists, but most zionists are despicable racists) treated me.

After this, I lived in Brazil for a time, and to avoid getting robbed, harassed, killed, or any of the other things that happen to gringos there, I again donned the identity of a latino and tried to fake an Argentinian or Italian accent.

My actual ancestry is very removed from me, being both ethnically mixed and growing up in a family of first generation immigrants, so I've always regarded it with the lofty apathy of a devout Nietzschean. Being a first gen immigrant it's not as if I haven't gotten my share of insults, taunts, and even systemic bullying, but without an ethnic megalith to petition on my behalf like Latinos or Jews have, I've never been given any sort of recognized victims status, special benefits, scholarships, or anything like that, nor would I want to as I find those things somewhat deplorable.

To SJW, who's don't care about being good people so much as forcing others to acknowledge what good people they are, there's really no benefit in giving a fuck about non-visible minorities, and they prefer to instead stick me with the label of "privileged white male" (as if being a privileged white female/tranny faggot somehow gives them the right to any sort of higher ground) as a kind of political rhetoric.

All of this, and maybe a childhood wasted being an anonymous poster on 4chan, has left me with a complete distaste of identarianism in all its forms. I've always felt there must be a vast ethnicity of people whom feel absolutely nothing, or even a dislike, for their heritage, but have been bullied into silence. The only identity I can respect is civic nationalism, in the vein of Socrates. Someone who's willing to transgress the banality of the masses, for the sake of the state, and the heroic individual who rather than being shaped by his political-historical circumstances utilizes it through artistic endeavor to shape society himself.

The Futurists, Pierre Trudeau, Napoleon Bonaparte, these are the real heroes of our age. All the Barak Obama's, Donald Trumps, and Gay Pride rallies of the world are just the miserable noise on the unwashed masses.