/lit/ - Literature

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Hi, fellow White here.

>Jumping in on the Devil's Advocate angle, because my blood brother seems to spend too much time on /pol/.

Let us say that we are the most compassionate, ignoring all other designators you just gave. Why would we dream of the stars vs. handouts to even the meanest, lowest of degenerates? If we are to be the most compassionate, we must be actually so and not just believe/ claim ourselves to be. If we instead aim for the stars, the black man who steps in to feed his fellow or the Chinese who steps in to feed at a future cost are both immediately the more compassionate. You may argue that "forwarding the human race via expanasion is more loving investiture in humanity than bread to the nigger." Whether or not that statement is correct, it is certainly -not- compassionate.

To Racism itself I rather doubt that we are the least racist. I might say that an illiterate serf would be the least racist of all. All human beings are made subjective via the circumstance of cognition. The -we- in this case is only what we measure in comparison to all others. At every moment of this discussion we are comparing races, dealing in that currency of thought. Racism is here a necessary step in valuation, for better or worse. The serf is less the villain. He does not discriminate the Hatian from the African, The Chinese from the Indian from the American from the Mexican. To him they are all equally foreign filth. And in this way, he hates less.

By any statement aimed to surpress the word of another, as simple as "No." You become intolerant. This may be a good thing, intolerance of vice, intolerance of idocy, intolerance of victimization. All, of course, intolerant.

Man, you seek only to escape culpability, not to identify yourself or your kind, much less any kind we have in common. Call yourself true before you call yourself White.

What are some great poems or passages about madness and mental illness?