As a result of this confusion about identities (and as I have implied there was also a hell of a lot of projection) I had to cope with a very confusing psychological and social terrain. It was so intense and in a way just so ongoing that I really lost sight of who I really was, or had been, growing up in Africa. I started to take on the idea that I must be an evil “fascist”. In fact I found a lot of defensive ability in embracing this extreme and false image that was projected onto me. It was like if a lot of mice appeared together and kept asserting, “You must be a very vicious cat with very fine hunting capabilities!” Realy it was quite laughable the way people kept giving me power, although initially, before I had figured out what was going on, I did get pretty much pulverised. Because if a lot of mice have decided that you are a very vicious cat with proficient capabilities for hunting them, you had better turn out to be that way, or else they are going to make you suffer — I mean to the extent that you are vulnerable.
In any case, progressives, up to this point, seem to desire and demand and require ‘fascism’ and they have often required it from me — not real fascism, but hunting prowess. They are alarming stupid and lacking in psychological self-awareness, which is why I keep insisting that they need to come to terms with their colonial roots — their shadow side. Up until now, they haven’t done so, I assure you.
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