When you spend a few days in Washington DC, as I just did, your cultural antennae really get attuned to the great religious observances of our liberal friends in the practice of The Cult of the Sacred Negro. It seems that hardly a minute goes by without the smoke from some cult altar ascending into the heavens. And this is, of course and addition to and apart from the all-important National Museum of African American History. For instance, the section at the National Portrait Gallery of the Smithsonian Insitution next to the portraits of American presidents is "The Struggle for Justice."
We are talking about the Civil Rights Era here.
But really: Struggle? Our liberal friends were having the time of their lives during the Civil Rights Era. Struggle? They got up every day with joy in their hearts and set forth with a spring in their step. The problem with life today is that liberals desperately long for the joy, the exaltation, the excitement of "The Struggle for Justice" in the years gone by.
If you look at the various topics on the home page of the National Portrait Gallery, it is almost all about the worship of the Sacred Negro.
Of course, if we bring in René Girard and his victimage mechanism and the whole question of the scapegoat, we get to understand this as the collective worship of the whole community in the cult ritual to drive out the demon of racism.
And our liberal friends are the priests of this cult, ritually slaughtering white supremacists whenever they can get their hands on them in order to purify the American community, and purge its guilt for centuries of slavery and oppression.
As for me, I'm more interested in another sacred narrative, the centuries-long Expulsion of the Serfs from the lands of the feudal magnates into vagrancy and beggardom, starting no later than the Vagabonds and Beggars Act of 1494 in England. But I am not ready to elevate it into a Sacred Narrative of the Cult of the White Trash. Not yet. Because I am still working on the details and designing the forms of service and the rituals of sacrifice.
Meanwhile, our masters are fascinated with the question of the Sacred Negro, and want to talk about it, and exhibit it, and virtue signal about it, and sacrifice a few white supremacists before breakfast to appease the racial gods.
And I think that it would be fine if our liberal masters found victims willing to be sacrificed on the Altars of Slave Propitiation. But the problem is that our priestly masters -- and priests, said Naughty Nietzsche, are the chaps that want us to hate ourselves -- don't want to sacrifice their supporters on the altar. They want to sacrifice polluted white males instead of innocent people of color.
All I can say is: can't we put the whole Cult of the Sacred Negro to bed and start worshipping another god and sacrificing something else in our cult rituals?