Tuesday, May 12, 2015

The Mentality of the Mixed Race

Frustrated and vengeful.

Read here. Emphasis added:

"I want to start a revolution," Miyamoto added with a laugh. "I can't change things overnight but in 100-200 years there will be very few pure Japanese left, so we have to start changing the way we think."

I'm no mindreader.  But I have an opinion.  That opinion is that the above quote is better rewritten as:

"I want to start a revolution," the hybrid exclaimed with a snarl of hatred. "I can't change things overnight but in 100-200 years I'm happy to say that there will be very few pure Japanese left and that these pure racist Japanese will have been eliminated, so we have to start changing the way we think, so everyone can be like me. Thinking about such a future, and contributing to make it come about, makes me feel better about myself."

The mixed of race always seem to have a chip on the shoulder. Far from being "discriminated against," this specimen was made "Miss Japan" in what does seem to be an obvious display of affirmative action racial groveling. But, you know, the truly privileged always want more; they are never satisfied.  More to the point, no matter how they are catered to, the mixed race can never escape the frustrations of their own existence, the churning turmoil of jarring heredities, the conflicting blood (can one imagine mixing conformist robot-like Northeast Asian blood with that of Black Africa?), the fervent wish that one had been "pure" themselves.  "If I can't be pure, then no one should be," is the vengeful cry of the mixed, who wants to drag everyone down to their level, so that there are no more examples of "purity" to make them feel bad about themselves.

Yes, they know it cannot happen overnight. They know that they themselves won't see the "promised land" of the Universal Brown Man, the Last Man, the end of humanity's highest hopes, the Death of the Future. No, they won't see it themselves, but obviously they can imagine it, and they can work for it, and by imagining it and working towards it - with pure malice - they temporarily quell the rage and envy in their hearts.  But, alas, one look in the mirror, and the burning anger returns, the realization of a fractured identity, the hate-filled animus.

It's not the "pure" Japanese who are the haters in this story. They just want to be left alone. They just want their people to continue. They just want Japan to be Japan.  Why is this wrong?

Now, I'm no fan of the Asiatic, but still, my sympathies are for the Japanese here. Why do they stand for this?  What happened to the samurai spirit, the Bushido? Why must indigenous peoples always have to be lectured to by the likes of this thing?  Why can't the native people stand up and say NO?