I’ve successfully avoided a promised post on hyper-racism in the Book of Mormon & the same topic as it touched upon the Land/Shutdown LD50/New Centre rumpus. [Edit: This was cleaned out of my drafts, & the last reference has not aged well over the course of eight months.] Both require nimble scrambles up a slippery slope that bottoms out on stupefaction.
So imagine my surprise to find a Marxist poet implicitly making the distinction I tried to make explicitly with my earlier post: that race, as a proxy for speciation, is now firmly downstream of class or SES. That’s what Damn the Caesars does, fusing Marx & Darwin (in a paragraph that has an oddly alt-right texture):
Fuck Trump. Until he and the whole of his genus are entirely removed from the sanctuary of political power they presently inhabit, how can this not be the first and most enduring concern of any reasoning US citizen? Fuck Trump and fuck every intellectually underdeveloped cretin associated with that fascist, racist, trans-hating, woman-hating, billionaire rapist. There can be, as Margaret Thatcher so memorably insisted, no alternative. Out or holocaust. For anyone sensitive to instant-by-instant developments across the past year there can be no purchase whatsoever that resides between these two positions. We know what this is. We have known all along. Fuck the fascists.
(My emphasis.) Here not merely a separate species, like Homo bourgouis, but a separate genus: completely dehumanized! That “there can be no purchase whatsoever … between these two positions” is astute. The dialectic fails & that’s okay. There are moments when synthesis is neither needed nor wanted. The alternatives are the blockchain metaphor of a hard fork and the biological metaphor of speciation. The latter won’t remain a figure of thought; it is the shape of things to come.