Talking is easy. It happens when air passes from the lungs through airways and the larynx, making the vocal cords vibrate and resulting in sounds that, in most adults, we interpret as language. When those sounds correspond to the concrete code of some language, the speaker will be saying things that the listener can decode and understand. After what I have just heard, I suspect that Robin DiAngelo is speaking, because I hear her, but she is not saying things that any human receiver can decode. (READ MORE: ‘Gratuitous, Inaccurate, and Inappropriate’: Kamala Lies Some More)
The woman, who is striking gold with purportedly anti-racist verbiage, has taken to a podcast to declare that the clearest example of white supremacy and patriarchy is, hold on tight to your hats now, the Sistine Chapel. I’m not lying to you and it’s early, I mean, I haven’t even had enough to drink yet:
The single image I use to capture the concept of white supremacy is Michelangelo’s Sistine Chapel: God Creating Man. Where God is in a cloud, and there are all these angels, and he’s reaching out and he’s touching — I don’t know who that is, David or something? — and God is white, David is white, and the angels are white. Like, that is the perfect convergence of white supremacy, patriarchy.
Of course, DiAngelo has difficulty understanding painting, and lacks any sense of ridicule: “David or something?” It’s so wonderful, so exciting, so funny that it’s impossible to satirize because the fact itself is insurmountable.
You may no longer remember, but there was a time when illiterate people, fools, and idiots kept a low profile in intellectual debates. In the same way, I also keep a low profile when talking about mechanical issues in a car engine, because all I know about cars is how to start them, step on the gas, and pay for speeding tickets. In my case, the same is true of the sex life of crabs, quantum physics, and Zumba classes. These are subjects that are alien to me. Silence is always prudent in such cases.
Unfortunately, the time for prudent courtesy and intellectual honesty seems to be over for some people. That faint modesty has disappeared. Now the ignorant launch themselves into public debates for which they are not equipped and unblushingly pontificate the most immense amount of nonsense you can imagine, with the conviction that we are obliged to listen to them and that they have the right to have their point of view respected. The truth is that they don’t know much about that either. What we have to respect is the person — after all, we are all children of God — but not their stupid ideas. I do not respect stupid ideas. (READ MORE by Itxu Díaz: Apple’s Vision Pro Heralds Doomsday)
I guess it’s the democratization of knowledge, but run through the progressive filter. Cultural democratization was supposed to be about equal opportunity to gain knowledge, but for the Left and Robin that just means that everyone has the right to talk about things they don’t know about and don’t plan to learn.
Anyway, considering that the woman has made a superhuman effort to find racism in Michelangelo’s great work, I feel obliged to join her cause and help find racism in other unexpected places. In my opinion, there is nothing more racist than milk, because by all accounts it is white; the fact that we sit on black leather chairs is a clear allegory of white supremacy; and I find it absolutely scandalous that we have not yet banned clouds, which are white and in the sky, the pernicious double implication is clear. There are still too many pretty actresses on the big screen, and that’s obviously supremacism. The protagonist of history’s greatest novel, Don Quixote, is described as being tall, thin, and pale-looking, which is another example of literary racism almost as horrific as the Sistine Chapel. Finally, people keep painting ceilings white and wearing black soles on their shoes and I can’t wait for DiAngelo to record an urgent podcast on this clarifying her position. (READ MORE by Itxu Díaz: The Regrettable ‘Gay Christ’ Poster vs. the Magnificent Holy Week in Seville)
DiAngelo has written several black books, some frankly dark, and has coined the term “white fragility” — which, in the paranoid imaginary of racism-seekers, I must embody to perfection, along with John Ford, almond blossoms, Scarlett Johansson, egg yolk, and Michelangelo’s David — which shows that, in addition to being a racist, he was also a repeat offender.
Translated by Joel Dalmau.
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