On Political Correctness

Monday, December 29, 2008

A ranty post with very little evidence

In Yiddish, the word "macher" means "one who arranges, fixes, has connections; a big wheel; an operator. It is often used to describe someone who is active in an organization or community. Now, the American man will read the word and doubtlessly hear the word "mocker" or one who mocks.

To the American soul, thinking in Anglo-Germanic locutions, the two concepts are inseparable. One cannot do without mockery, that is, a sense of humor.

It seems to me that the machers of the liberal arts college campuses have lost their sense of humor. And is it their fault? Or do we blame professors? The sixties stood for individualism. What is most disgusting about current political correctness on campus is that its proponents have managed to convince students and media that they are authentic Sixties radicals. The idea is preposterous. Political correctness, with its fascist speech codes and puritanical sexual regulations, is a travesty of Sixties progressive values.

I want to stand for the kind of crack-pot-amazonianism that the ecclectic sixties emblematized. We are told that disagreement is healthy, and yet myriad "groups" of college campuses demand allegence. The silencing of authentic debate among feminists, queer theorists, race theorists, and their allies just helps the rise of the far right. When the media gets locked in their Northeastern ghetto and become slaves of the feminist/queer/brown/liberal establishment and fanatical special interests, the American audience ends up looking to conservative voices for common sense.

Practicality seems like the radical on campuses today.

This tyranny of political correctness is self defeating.

I was watching the Laramie Project at a highschool close to my house and I was struck by the fact that the play was boring, poorly written, poorly acted, and uninteresting. However, with any and all works of art which revolve, not around characters, but around "issues," like the Laramie Project, that audience is faced with a choice: you either like the play or you HATE gay people.

It's a doctrine of liberal infallibility. This is madness! The idea that somehow one cannot critique liberalism from the left. How can people be so stupid? Liberal arts college students are completely removed from the reality of street life beyond their missionary-istic volunteer sites. When I speak to working-class induviduals in my neighborhood, even though they are left-leaning they are so sick of being bullied by these sanctimonious puritans who call themselves feminists/queer activits/and race theorists.

I'm a feminist, a queer activist, and a race activits, but who are these other-than-self "radicals" who have a death grip on college politics now, who are antiporn, anti-women, anti-freedom, and so on.

College's main problem for the last twenty years has been that it is incapable of appreciating art, okay? There is no aesthetics in feminism, or queer thoery, or race theory. All there is, is a social agenda. Art is made a servant to a prefab social agenda. Classical art of any kind is seen as part of a long line of injustices made by white men conspiring to control the earth. How reductive! How snobby! How un-fun!

The gay activist establishment has been stupid and narrow in the way it has conducted its civil rights campaign...Shrilly self-interested and doctrinaire, gay activism is completely lacking in philosophical perspective. Its sorrow became the only sorrow, its disease the only disease

As machers of mockery we can only have a healthy sense of humor and a desire to stir the pot. It's our job. When it comes to blood and bone, liberals don't know their foot from their elbows.

Posted by Bamba Hadhur at 1:30 PM  

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