Destiny and Demographics
So we’re to have four more years of Barack Obama in the White House. Good, I say. Better him than a throwback to a 1960s sitcom. Once the election results were tallied and the loser had conceded the race, it suddenly came to me: I distrusted Mitt Romney because he reminded me of one of the black and white characters on weekly television shows I watched as a kid. The man had the look, feel, sound, and, apparently, the two-dimensional ethos, of a prime-time stock character. Call him Ward Cleaver, the great white father of the perfect family.
That was the point, wasn’t it? Decoded, this "golly gee" wizard from Bain Capital was really just a cultural cipher. Vote for Mitt and, why, we’d be safe again. There’d be a world in which good was clearly good, and evil was clearly evil. Drive off the ambiguity. Father knows best, doesn’t he? Mitt was nostalgia, pure and simple. Could the world just be white a little while longer?
In the days following the election, it became evident that Mitt was the white man’s last best hope. He did well among white male voters who bothered to cast a ballot. It was women, blacks, Hispanics who broke away from him. As the nation approaches a demographic tipping point in which Caucasians will soon be a minority – mark your calendars, 2041 is the date – the defeat of Mitt Romney was heralded by some as the death knell of the white male.
I should mourn more than I do, being, as I am, a member of that privileged cast. But white men can’t mourn such things, that would be racism, a reflection of misogyny, an atavistic refusal to embrace a world of new possibilities for people of all sorts. Working-class white voter turn out was low this year. If there’s no white in the rainbow, why vote?
Is this why there is such a great fascination with television and movie dramas about the apocalypse? The world we knew is over. Let’s tear it all down, and start from scratch. We can build with a few other folks just like us, sharing our values, our skin. What we can’t face is a world remade, different in hue, in culture, in language, yet orderly nonetheless. We can face neither the end of the American Century nor the end of white world. And if we are not to see the world re-made, then let’s ourselves become zombies, members of the walking dead.
A world is passing. White world is in mourning.
Let’s decode some of the nonsense peddled by the right.
Obama is not a citizen, and hence ineligible to be president? No proof will ever suffice to prove to a certain kind of white man that Obama should be president. Yes, blacks can vote. But can they govern themselves, much less the nation? Why look at Detroit, a third-world ghetto governed by African-Americans and reverting now to weeds. Oh, my, how sweet the world was when others were the white man’s burden; what now that we have become a burden to the world?
Let’s be sure to be bound by the intentions of Framers, shall we? All white. All men. All bound to a vision of government and the good life that benefits a few at the expense of many enslaved, or treated as something less than citizens. Originalism has become a high-brow defense of white, middle-class values. Harry Truman’s world was one Jefferson would have approved of.
Let’s keep the borders secure against the Hispanic horde flooding in from the South! Never mind that the forebears of most citizens arrived in this country when borders were open. Today, I suspect we’d strip search the Statue of Liberty before permitting her to stand in New York harbor. Immigrants threaten our way of life, right? Tell it to Native Americans.
Gays can’t marry. What would Ozzie and Harriet think? One-man, one-woman, for life wed, that’s the way, right? And out-of-wedlock children, how declasse. The nuclear family is under assault. Prepare for the collapse of civilization.
No, prepare for change. Civilizations are merely settled ways of life. They change as circumstances change and call for adaptation.
The re-election of Barack Obama is the turning of a new chapter. It will become increasingly impossible for white world to recapture the White House. Demography is destiny. Our complexion as a people is changing, and so, perhaps inevitably, will our institutions.
We white guys still enjoy enormous privilege. By accident of birth, I get a leg up in the race for life’s goodies. I get that. But I see the center slipping away. I see a new world in which my place if far from certain, and, yes, I am threatened by the prospect of all this change. I feel a sense of loss over a world that will soon be gone forever. I cannot share the enthusiasm of the newly arrived, those who suffered, labored and strove for the recognition they only now receive, the power they only now yield. I can only accept the change and strive to embrace a broader vision. But in a world of limited resources, that which I can no longer take for granted is lost to me. I would be a liar to refuse to acknowledge the loss.
I am forbidden the moral energy of identity politics. Others can assert their accidents of birth as foundations on which a new world is to be built. I am expected simply to let go of a world I inherited but did not earn. Ambivalence marks my journey; I behold the excitement of the newly arrived with envy.
I voted for Barack Obama because I thought he’d better serve in a changing world. But on reflection all this talk of changing demographics scares me. If the world is no longer mine, then whose is it?
Posted on November 15, 2012 at 10:34 am by giuseppe
Didn't think people just meandered into the country to be sheltered...was under the impression most entered legally thru Ellis Island, didn't at all have it easy, get sympathy or handouts...the difference; labor for your due. Granted, it could be more humane, but we've gone 180..drained ourselves dry. Handouts do nothing but encourage sloth.
Posted on November 12, 2012 at 4:30 pm by Kenny
Destiny and Demographics
Great reflectios, Norm. Here's just one follow up. You end asking, "If the world is no longer mine, then whose is it?"
Good to admit a sense of loss, but the world was never mine or yours. We're just visitors here. We've done best when we've figured out how to share.