Okay readers, if you haven’t been following this guided tour of the social justice warrior narrative sausage factory, that is, you’re late to the party, all the booze is gone, I mean this post is liable to be confusing, because I am not going to explain the concept nor mention narrative sausages #1 and 2. We are starting with narrative #3. I suggest you backtrack a few posts. I exposited on the subject of envy, one of the two major fuels driving the engine of modern social justice narratives. The other is the search for meaning and connection that our idealistic young moralists are lacking, since so many of them have jettisoned church and family, the traditional sources.
The modern substitute for family is the narrative tribe—grouped by superficial physical characteristics of melanin, hair follicle shape—or grouped by ethnicity, nationality and sexual proclivities. The glue that holds the volatile mix of “underrepresented minorities” together (without which they would either break apart like the Soviet Union or explode, like a bubblegum balloon) is a sense of historical grievances. Viola, narratives #3,4. 3- historical wrongs should give a people group extra rights in the present; 4- groups matter, individuals don’t; 5- free speech is not hate speech; 6- attacking those who disagree with you is not tyranny, as long as you are more moral.
Narratives #5,6 proceed by necessity from previous narratives, as they act as silencers against any disagreement on the validity of all these narrative sausages. In fact, it’s time for a sub narrative, let’s call it #7a: merely asking for a definition or evidence of racism is…..ta da, racism! Apparently, racism and hate speech are blood brothers. All speech that questions racism, asks for evidence or definition, is racist. Put that in your peace pipe and smoke it, along with your crack, smack and other forms of dopiness. Of course, if someone is engaging in “hate speech”, even though it’s only disagreement, or sticking a fork in your precious narrative sausage, then you are certainly allowed to beat the casing out of them, throw milkshakes with concrete chunks (is that the modern equivalent of stoning adulterers?), hit them with
truncheons sorry, that was the Hitler youth, hit them with baseball bats or make like a chimpanzee and throw your feces (that’s shit, to the unsophisticated), because after all, if someone is speaking “hate” they must be hateful. Right? Then why hide behind masks or bandannas? Let your face shine.
See how those narratives just lead into each other? It’s as beautiful and tasty as an apple, free- range, fair-trade, organic chicken sausage.