It's the Day's Day of Days! Because jump for my love.
There is something simultaneously creepy, comical and pathetic about the way that once you enter Muir's 'Not White' spectrum--aside from a few tokens so he can 'not racist'--you're just part of an indistinct blob that he imagines as functionally identical, a brown-skinned wrecker who just wants to rape and ruin. Indians look just like Mexicans, look just like Muslims, because, well, they're all about the same, right?
An impoverished view from an impoverished mind that imagines dragging the entire nation down to its level would strengthen it, instead of ruin it.
At this point we’re approaching “Camp of the Saints” territory.
ReplyDeleteApproaching? Muir's pitched a tent there.
DeleteA funny story I like to tell about that horrible book. Raspail's original plan was for the hideous boat of immigrants to be coming from Algeria, which actually makes logistical sense as opposed to what would happen in the finished book. But he found that people couldn't suspend their disbelief in that case because, well, they knew Algerians, and they knew they weren't anything like how Raspail was depicting them. So he changed the point of origin to India, which made no logistical sense, but didn't get his fellow racists going 'Wait, what?'.
The whole story underlines that the book is evil trash at the bottom of it, like so much of the French Right, dressing itself with a stolen valor of intellectualism.