An Attempt to Leap Over the Color Line

If a person darker than me makes a valid claim regarding the intersection of identity and politics (e.g., oppression of white workers is nothing compared to the half-millenium long holocaust “still going on”# , namely black genocide), and then a person who is my shade or lighter makes the identical claim, (e.g., oppression of white workers is nothing compared to the half-millenium long holocaust “still going on”#, namely black genocide), although this time it’s judged to be invalid, then what has occurred is a violation of Kant’s categorical imperative, namely , “act only in accordance with that maxim through which you can at the same time will that it become a universal law.” Further, it positions truth claims within the body of the person making the claim, thereby denying materialism in favor of subjective metaphysics as a means of assessing truth claims. Not just a slippery slope here. It’s literally, “believe whatever you feel” at a formal level, and it is what white Americans think of when they hear “left wing extremists.” White America thinks the left wing are uppity black students. That’s not just ignorance, that’s a consequence of being systematically lied to in the interests of white supremacist capitalist patriarchy.

As Fela Kuti teaches us, the colonizer “do themselves” the same as it “does” the colonized. White America is chewing on its own tail around a treadmill dog track, just to make sure the lights are still bright in the gray corridors in the apparatuses of power.

Since “whiteness” is a construction of white supremacist capitalist patriarchy, and the catch-all category “non-white” is a function of the system of white supremacy, and since white people’s practice of “identity politics” can only be done in good faith by white nationalists, then the risk is always present that an idea will be ignored because it’s not “theirs,” whosoever “they” might be. Even Ms. Carter was attacked for her fricking amazing video (the one where she poses on top of a police cruiser stuck in a flood) because she was disallowed by the most persnickety of the word police to “speak” for the people of New Orleans, being only half Bama Creole and basically all Houston.

I got news for you folks, if I did that with my white buddies, if I said, “no one can speak for white men except for white men?” If I said, “the white race is a vibrant and dynamic community?” Not pretty. It is black folks and only black folks who can say most forcefully to a willfully ignorant and congenitally forgetful white America, that, hey, remember COINTELPRO? Remember Chairman Fred Hampton’s state sanctioned execution and disinformation campaign that happened basically yesterday? Do you really think that the powers that be just gave up and said, “Oh well, I guess we can’t actually destroy the blacks with mind control after all, let’s just go back to protecting our freedoms?” If I were the King of the Panopticonopolis, I would do the following. Make as many fine-grained “identities” as I can. Isolate these identities so that the only thing that connects them is capital, and the fact that none of them can say anything about any of the other nano-identities. That way, the people are always spinning away from each other into their own cozy private feedback loop. The evidence is all around us that this has already happened.

In effect, what this does is reify the artificial constructs of “race.” The danger in this is that the vital interests of oppressed communities can be obscured in the language of feelings. Material conditions are ignored, and the focus on material conditions is the sine qua non of any type of socialism. What really spooks me is when I see that the passions and end-goals of oppressed groups can weirdly coincide with some of the goals of white nationalists, primarily the splitting of the working class into horse-breeding type categories along the lines of the good old-fashioned quadroon, octoroon, creole, mestizo,* etc., categories which are not just remnants of the slave trade, but an invention of the slave trade, and the American slave trade was a lie that STILL flies into the face of the entire history of life on Earth.

There are two classes: workers and bosses. All identities are bisected by the class divide. Willful knowledge will always conquer willful ignorance. The people on the working side of the conference table will always trump the powers that be.


# cf. Chuck D, Public Enemy.

*Mestizo is totally different from the others insofar as “mestizo” for the left should now signify primarily the fact that the people of Latin America are one people, a people who have always been on the front lines of resisting U.S. hegemony because they were the first to encounter it.

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The neurotic seeks “x” which he imagines the psychotic to possess knowledge of. The psychotic himself imagines, experiences even, the possession of “x.” Only the post-psychotic can see the hollow frame of “x” as “x,” that is, as a signifier without a signified, but a signifier that has intense everyday expressions.

Concrete Ghost

What are the concrete ways the noumenal is constructed by humans? (More precisely, from human language’s ability to posit abstract concepts as objects capable of interaction)
What are the concrete ways the phenomenal is beyond our understanding and therefore precedent to human invention?
The phenomenal contains the Real, the best of the noumenal is, for po-mo unbelievers, strictly Imaginary. What objects constitute the Real aspects of the phenomenal?
Imaginary numbers – why is something impossible necessary for the mathematics to work? Physics describes the non-all, the All is noumenal, perhaps the first noumenal move.
Phenomenal realm includes the never-small-enough realm of particles and sub-particles. They were there before we could detect them. Can we say the same for noumenal structures, that they were there before being posited?
Rubbing pollen between thumb and forefinger. Bits get smaller, until what remains is a smear on your thumb, then a smudge, then a tint, then a hint of a tint.
Any direction you look keeps going further. The winds never blow that far, even the wind is fallen. We can posit that, eventually, the universe being donut shaped, we will arrive at the point at which we started. This fabrication quilts the tear of the real fabric of jagged-gapped space-time.
“Fabric aided by elastic mass thread count plasticity.”
Having heaving herds of humans huffing and bluffing together creates the waves that constitute Rupert Sheldrake’s morphic resonance fields. The nerves are stuff, the communication is based on materials, these loops and permutations are labeled as ideas and embellished with rhetoric.
The plainly invented noumenal: God the father; panpsychism; trinity – 3 in 1 sleight of hand; the West Wind; look how synesthesia (in particular the impression of colors for musical notes) summons sensory data from bare nothing, how much of our mundane existence is manufactured by our sensory apparatus?
Even nothingness originates in human minds, there has never been nothingness. But look, we can make a full void, pregnant with potential as what God moves across the face of.
The book of love: feel an internal milieu among family, give it a label (“love”) then reify (“love is a powerful force”) and deify (“god is love”) package it according to taste, people will agree, and their coming together is the reality of faith in the material, and that faith will continue to have material consequences.


How is solidarity possible in a world where strangers can never talk to one another? That is the world I live in.
I know that solidarity requires that there be communication between groups of people who seem to have nothing in common. According to the standard version of American “liberalism,” individuals are defined by their age, religious affiliation, sexual preferences, “race,” gender, “socioeconomic status,” regional identity, country of origin, political “party,” etc.
I have learned what solidarity means as a descendant of unwelcome immigrants and poor southerners; as a service industry worker; as a student; as a friend of lesbians; as a sexual partner with bisexual women; as a neighbor; as an anarchist; as a lover of punk rock; as a lover of hip-hop; as a resident in Black neighborhoods; as a worker in majority-Black workplaces; as a resident in recent immigrant neighborhoods; as a patient in locked psychiatric wards; as a cyclist in cities with no bike lanes; as a minimum-wage-earner in psychiatric facilities where my job was to use my lived experience as a “mental health consumer” to help other “mental health consumers” manage their symptoms, learn about recovery, and navigate the social service system in Chicago so that they can achieve stable housing, a stable source of medications, etc., etc.
I have never felt solidarity with “White people,” even though according to the genetics website 23 and Me I am 100% European. I have never felt solidarity with “heterosexual men,” even though I am certainly a heterosexual man. I have never felt solidarity with “real Americans,” even though I have ancestors who have been here since 1640. I have never felt solidarity with the Stars and Bars, even though my ancestors owned slaves and colonized Mississippi.
Every time a giant automobile nearly runs me over, I curse at that automobile. I would rather not curse at it. What I would like to say instead of “FUCK YOU” is, “Pardon me, but have you ever had your brain hit the front of your skull so hard that it completely and permanently severed all of your olfactory nerves? No? Well, I have, and it was a giant automobile that did it. If I still had a sense of smell, maybe I would have realized that you were headed in my direction earlier. Isn’t that something?”
It’s impossible to have a conversation with a moving vehicle. A moving vehicle objectively has more killing power than an unarmed human being.
Every time I am walking down a sidewalk in the dark and I encounter a small woman walking a giant dog and talking on a cell phone, I want to say, “Pardon me, I know that I am six feet seven inches, 225 pounds, and dressed all in black. I am not an aggressive person, and I accept most of the conclusions of radical feminism, despite being a heterosexual man. I have been bitten by dogs twice while walking down sidewalks in Chicago. If I stepped in your dog’s poop, I might never even realize that everyone smells shit on my shoe when I walk by. The thing is, you are walking slower than I would like to walk, and I hesitate to pass you, because that would be frightening.”
It’s impossible to have a conversation with a person talking on a cell phone. And so I walk slowly, and cross to the other side of the street at the next intersection.
A giant dog under the control of a distracted person is objectively more dangerous than a big smelly bastard in the dark.

Why Ideology Must Never Be Identified With Idendity: The Perils Of The Half Wise

If the agent of white privilege means to extend its benefits to the non-white world, is he really just engaged in a vanity project? He feels that he has access to universality, and so can show others what it means to be universal – but is this feeling of universal subjectivity really just a consequence of being a white body in a state of white supremacy?


AI, as designed by humans, likely would never have the “quirks” of an evolved consciousness. We carry the marks of 1) a specific environment and 2) drives and desires built on a foundation of the basic drive of life, toward food and shelter and self-replication, things that would have to be copied from our hard drive and pasted in any robot hard drive if we want it to be our friend and share our values.

So, what are the requirements for a creature to find meaning and do God’s work here in the fallen realm? What in other words did God have to make sure we had in our program to do all the things which distinguish us from an algorithmic consciousness?

Truth seeking temperaments are positively dangerous to humans. To survive AND have a social group bound by a shared symbolic order, Truth must defer to Pragmatism.

If Only

If we acknowledge along with dialectician Alain Badiou that mathematics is ontology, then what descriptive tasks are left for language? In other words, what is left in the phenomenal realm that mathematics cannot account for? In asking the question, we must grant that there is much about our human world that cannot be adequately described using numbers. Even if we abandon idealist metaphysics in favor of materialism, we need a theory which can occupy the position traditionally held by metaphysics.

We might think of mathematics as a grid which we project onto the existent. A grid made of points, making a dotted map which can then be laid over whatever we can make of the world through sensory input.

The map has been a wonder worker over the past few thousand years, but in the last 100 years or so we have had to acknowledge that the map does not fit the territory. However fine-grained we make the points, they will never fully account for the richness of the actual, never mind the richness of human behavior.

The non-identity of the existent with itself is fundamental. There are certainly unknown unknown reasons, for instance, why the standard model of macro-level physics will never fully account for quantum theory. But the physical sciences are not the province of dialectics, as much as Engel and even JBS Haldane tried to craft a dialectics of chemistry and physics. The physical sciences are very amenable to “digital” or quantitative models, whereas things like history and the individual subject are better represented using “analog” or qualitative models.

All you need is physics to describe the physical, but if you are trying to account for the immaterial agency of the human realm then what is needed is a metaphysics that will not contravene physics.