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In spite of the grimness of the times in which we live, there is still hope. If you feel, like I do, that the usual discourse about matters of critical concern tends to be superficial, misguided, and false, then you might find some solace and inspiration here. I will try to offer insight and a holistic perspective on events and issues, and hopefully serve as a catalyst for raising the level of dialogue on this planet.

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I was born in 1945, shortly before atom bombs were dropped on Japan. I served in the U.S. Army from 1968 to 1971. I earned master's degrees in Economics and Educational Psychology, and certificates in Web Page Design and as a Teacher of English as a Second Language. I followed an Indian guru for eight years, which immersed me in meditative practices and an attitude of reaching a higher level of being. A blog post listing the meditative practices I have pursued can be seen here.

Sunday, May 03, 2026

Identity Crisis

When I heard the news report that the U.S. Supreme Court decided that the Congressional maps in Louisiana were unconstitutional due to racial bias, my first inclination was to be angry that it meant disenfranchisement for "black" voters. After a bit of pondering, though, I realized that I, believing there is no such thing as race, had no reason to be angry. Legislative maps that gerrymander to carve out "black" districts are based on the supposition that there is such a thing as a "black" voter.

I am old enough to remember when the term for people of African descent changed from "negro" to "black." It was in the early to mid 1960s, when politicians, journalists and various know-it-alls from the former colonies of Rhodesia (now Zimbabwe) and South Africa referred to their indigenous subjects as "blacks." They didn’t need to refer to themselves as "whites" because they didn’t need to. They were the people who mattered, and the native people, the "blacks," didn’t matter.

Then, as the Civil Rights movement matured, more militant groups took up the mantle of "black" in a kind of reverse psychology, proudly expressing themselves as the embodiment of the most extreme skin tone – black. Stokely Carmichael of the Student Nonviolent Coordinating Committee (SNCC) comes to mind as the leader of this linguistic change.

No one is black. Some people with third degree burns that char the skin might have the appearance of blackness until healing takes place, but even that doesn’t make them "black." It isn’t who they are. No one is their skin color. People whose ancestry is from the continent of Africa, parts of Asia, and indigenous Australia have a wide variety of skin colors that range from dark brown to not brown at all. In the United States of America they are all called "black" for reasons of convenience, stupidity and social custom. We define people here, by skin color, by ethnic background, by education, by intelligence, by income and wealth, and by social position. And by any characteristic we can come up with.

The easiest and laziest classification is by race. That doesn’t mean race exists, just that it is what we use. It is so embedded that hardly anyone questions whether such a thing as race is a meaningful and useful narrative. Except, of course, scientists. Geneticists concluded long ago that the sorting out of humans into races is arbitrary, not based on evidence, and is therefore inherently, duh, racist. To believe that race exists is to be a racist.

Barack Obama in PhotoshopA perfect case in point is former president Barack Obama. When he was running for president in 2008 he avoided the question for a long time, then bluntly declared himself to be ""black." It was a political decision. He thought, correctly, that declaring himself black would attract enough voters who also thought of themselves as black to vote for him. His mother was "white." He could just as easily declared himself "white," since in America you have to be something or other. He of course doesn’t look either black or white, so like all who identify with skin color, choosing one or the other is choosing something that doesn’t exist.

I, of Irish and Scot descent, would qualify as "white" by the usual mistaken identity. But just as no one is "black," no one is "white." Caucasian skin color is not white, but more of a light tan or peach color, and, like “black” skin, manifests in a wide variety of hues. Certainly not constituting a "race."

"people of color." First, because it defines people as "of" something, and then because the thing they are "of" is color. They are "of" their skin color. No matter that they exist in complete biological organisms. Skin color is all that matters as who they are.

Where this matters most is that by identifying other people by "race" means you also have to identify yourself by race. Identity, whether true or false, inevitably leads to the natural human tendency to find a way of feeling superior to those who identify differently. If through accident of history one identity becomes the one that dominates, other identities necessarily becomes the dominated. “Whites” dominate "blacks," "browns," and "yellows." And n’er the twain shall meet.

It is 2026. Racism, dominance and "othering" are the rule of the day. In what may be the greatest irony in human history, the “"Jewish" state of "Israel," born as a gift in the wake of the worst "racist" mass murder campaign known to man, has devolved into a genocide state, and with full U.S. sponsorship. Politi" They care about being reelected. By and large, they will vote for anything if it keeps them in office.

So don’t be fooled by the hand-wringing among knee-jerk "leftists," "progressives," "liberals" and "Democrats." These are identities, not mutually exclusive, but conformist to the false ideology of "race." The sooner we give up on this bogus ideology, the sooner we can start healing our species of the division and hatred that plagues the entire planet.
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