Whenever the subject of some white celebrity, politician or just some random schmoe getting in hot water for using the “N-word” comes up, someone always asks, “well, why do you want to say the word, anyway?” There is a simple reason why there is the urge to say this word, a word which will torpedo careers and ruin lives. It’s the same urge to push that red, candy-like button. That same urge to eat the apple you’ve been told not to eat. The urge every cat has to push everything off of every other thing. The urge to do what you know you’re not supposed to (or at least, what those who hold power over you tell you to not do) is a universal urge. Everyone, to one degree or another, just wants to watch the world burn, to sit back and laugh as chaos unfolds and entropy builds.
And thus, this:
Some people received a “white supremacist manifesto” (apparently a copy of the Christchurch Mosque shooter manifesto) on their phones. There was a swastika in the snow, some sort of racist graffiti. As a result, some people have lost their minds to panic, demanding that the university shut down. Numerous students – somehow I suspect not a lot of STEM students, but who knows – are quoted as being afraid for their lives, not sleeping, crying a lot.
Wow.
To people who like to sow chaos – and that’s just about everybody – these sort of reactions are *gold.* Those of you old enough to remember 9-11: remember how people who were afraid of anthrax attacks or terrorists popping up out of the bushes were mocked? Well, these people were panicking as a result of three thousand of their fellows being murdered in a single event. Here, these true snowflakes are exhibiting just as much panic over… snow swastis? Group texts?
I’m sorry (not sorry) but their fear is not worthy of respect. Their panic-mongering is worthy solely of mockery.
