When you assert that something matters, you are expressing a value. But a value does not exist as an objective truth in a vacuum. Rather, a value is something that is held by a person capable of judging.
You can not talk about what matters without talking about the individuals that it matters to.
When you tell me that black lives matter, then I must ask: To whom?
To be realistic, I would expect this to be followed by the loaded question: So you think black lives do not matter?
And I would say: Not to me, no.
And I would expect to be guilt-tripped and shamed a little, back and forth, blah blah yada.
But seriously, why should I – me as an individual – care about black lives? What does that even mean?
Does it mean that the life of every person who is black should matter to me? What if that person is a total asshat to me?
In other words, what they seem to be saying, broken down to a real life case, is: The life of this person should matter to you, because this person is black.
Do you see the madness in that? It is totally incoherent.
And what would it imply if I cared about their lives? Would it mean that I would like them? That I would be friendly to them? That I would respect them? That I would give them money? What exactly does it mean when a black life matters to me?
Anyhow, I shall naturally ask why I should give more shits about a person who happens to be black than about anybody else.
Because blacks have been historically oppressed!
Okay, blacks have historically been oppressed as a group. Let’s apply it to the individual case scenario: The person before me is black and therefore more likely to have suffered oppression and having had a hard life than another person.
So basically I am supposed to give that person a special treatment because there is a high statistical probability that this person has had a hard time.
Well, tough fucking shit!
So if we abstract it away from skin color, you are basically saying that I should give preferential treatment to people whom I estimate had a difficult life.
Now, I am a sucker for unconditional love and compassion and all that. But compassion, at least to me, does not imply any form of obligation towards any kind of action. It basically just means: I understand, mate. I wish you good luck.
And you may argue that this person can not buy anything from that kind of compassion.
And I will say that it is not my fucking life and therefore not my responsibility to fix it. I mean, yeah, some people have it bad. But I did not make it bad for them. It is simply what it is.
And if a person treats me bad, I can not just sacrifice my boundaries and let them, just because they have suffered. That would make me a slave. And I do not intend to be a slave, to nobody.
If I start accepting this whole check your privilege craziness, where does it ever end? Does it mean I always have to be doing stuff for underprivileged cunts instead of doing what I want to do myself? How do I know when it is okay to take care of myself instead of helping the underprivileged? Oh, that’s right, when the underprivileged allow me to, when they aren’t needing me at the time. And I mean, there are so many underprivileged cunts out there, I would be working my ass of for them non-stop and not even meeting the demand. Reasonably, it would be the cleverest thing for me to just fabricate my own underprivilegedness and start to exploit the more privileged instead! To become the biggest – or smallest? – baby at the kindergarden.
So, anyhow, a possible response to black lives matter would be all lives matter, right? Well, here’s why they don’t like that:
Imagine that you’re sitting down to dinner with your family, and while everyone else gets a serving of the meal, you don’t get any. So you say “I should get my fair share.” And as a direct response to this, your dad corrects you, saying, “everyone should get their fair share.” Now, that’s a wonderful sentiment — indeed, everyone should, and that was kinda your point in the first place: that you should be a part of everyone, and you should get your fair share also. However, dad’s smart-ass comment just dismissed you and didn’t solve the problem that you still haven’t gotten any!
That’s exactly how they think. They think like children who feel entitled to their daddy giving them their so-called fair share.
It is only natural for a baby to feel a strong sense of entitlement, else that baby would not dare terrorize everybody with screams to get his needs met.
And that is perfectly fine.
But as an adult, you gotta see that daddy was just another guy who happened to have generously granted you his help in growing up when you were helpless yourself. Once you are old enough to take care of yourself, this daddy-worship must go, that is what it means to grow the fuck up.
Cause if you don’t, you run through life searching for people or organizations to project this inner daddy on to.
If you say black lives matter, who are you appealing to? I’m not your daddy! I did not willingly choose such a responsibility! You are a grown man now, so stop pestering me and take your life into your own hands. The power is in you, you just gotta use it.
By the way, I feel this way pretty much about every kind of group think. If you told me white lives matter, I would react the same way.
Know what this rhetorical concept comes down to?
Simple. You take a trait of yourself and generalize it. For example black, white, male, female, intelligent, oppressed, masculine.
Then you go to someone demanding something.
You say: You should do this for me, because I am [insert trait].
But that’s a fallacy. You are not your trait. You are simply you. Having a particular trait does not entitle you to anything, although I agree that many people see it differently.
I do not buy into solidarity. I am white and I like my masculinity. But that does not mean that I am your friend just because you are also white and also value your masculinity. Why? Because this shit is just superficial. The simple truth is: There either is a chemistry (yeah yeah, no homo) or there isn’t. You can not abstract it down to something.
And maybe, you will say, I am subconsciously racist and sexist and whatever. Well, maybe I am. But that is none of your fucking business. Because as a grown man, I have the free agency to choose my friends, customers, business and sex partners by whatever criterium I want.
Unless you force me to do otherwise, of course, but why would you want to? Guess what happens when you force me to obey your childish guilt-tripping and shaming. I will resent you even the more fiercely.
To clarify, let’s take another example: You can not treat a woman like that.
Let us translate into plain English:
You can not treat this person like that, because she is a woman.
A simple rephrasing makes the stupidity obvious, doesn’t it?
Just because she is a woman does not mean that she as a person can not be a nasty asshole sometimes. Just because someone is black does not mean that this person can not be a nasty asshole sometimes.
And there is nothing wrong with being a nasty asshole, for fucks sake, because I often am! But when you are a nasty asshole, expect others to treat you like a nasty asshole. Don’t rely on your femaleness or blackness to get you out of it.
Life today seems to be a fucking contest of victimhood.