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Oppression Juicing

October 22, 2014

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Oppression Juicing

Liberals such as Barack Obama increasingly rely upon a verbal crutch of asserting that their opponents are on “the wrong side of history.” This neo-Marxist hand-waving phrase grew from 524 occurrences in news articles in 2006 to 1,800 last year.

The “wrong side of history” claim became a cliché during World War G over gay marriage, and now is taken for granted in the ongoing World War T (2013-?) over all things “transgender.”

As in every quasi-Marxist revolution, though, the old Bolsheviks are in danger of being chewed up and spat out by the new. For example, consider the unintentionally hilarious New York Times Magazine article “When Women Become Men at Wellesley,” by Ruth Padawer. At women’s colleges today, the lesbians who were long the engineers of human souls are getting shoved aside for being on the wrong side of history by even butcher “trans-men” juicing on prescription testosterone:

Trans students are pushing their schools to play down the women-centric message. At Wellesley, Smith, Mount Holyoke and others, they and their many supporters have successfully lobbied to scrub all female references in student government constitutions, replacing them with gender-neutral language. At Wellesley, they have pressed administrators and fellow students to excise talk of sisterhood, arguing that that rhetoric, rather than being uplifting, excludes other gender minorities. At many schools, they have also taken leadership positions long filled by women: resident advisers on dorm floors, heads of student groups and members of college government.

The Marxist roots of the “wrong side of history” phrase are obvious, but what’s striking is how today’s neo-Marxists have flipped Marx’s pyramid of power upside down. The left now assumes the direction of history is rightfully moving in the exact opposite path of what Karl Marx championed. Instead of priding themselves on siding with the “workers of the world,” they root for transgender CEOs.

“And today, being about as minor as a minority can be means you are on the right side of history and therefore deserve to inflict your seemingly private dramas on everybody else.”

While Marx claimed his science of history proved that power would inevitably devolve from the aristocratic few to the bourgeois many to the proletarian masses, today’s conventional wisdom assumes that the whip hand should belong to ever more microscopic minorities, such as Ebola-bearing Liberians and the infinitesimally small number of Seven Sisters students who suffer from Freudian penis envy.

Marx’s logic of class warfare was at least straightforward: in the long run, the side with the larger numbers would naturally win. If all men are created equal, then how can the working-class millions not triumph? (Along the way to the dictatorship of the proletariat, however, the poor dumb brutes would need a guiding hand from those of us who are more equal than others: the vanguard elite of professional infallible geniuses such as Marx, Lenin, and Stalin.)

While Marx’s science of history was fermenting, actual scientists such as Francis Galton began to study empirically just how equal all men are. This led to a growing suspicion that systems for identifying and recruiting the most intelligent people from all classes and backgrounds, such as standardized testing, could create a self-perpetuating caste system in which clever elites have little to fear from rebellions by the leaderless masses.

This unsettling theory was most notoriously documented 20 years ago this month in Richard Herrnstein and Charles Murray’s The Bell Curve. As you have no doubt heard countless times since, The Bell Curve was discredited because science. As all intelligent people are aware, you must be a complete idiot if you don’t know only stupid people think some people are smarter than others.

The idea that the larger numbers deserved to win was hardly confined to Marxists. English philosopher Jeremy Bentham echoed Frances Hutcheson’s 18th-century phrase that the goal of policy should be “the greatest happiness for the greatest number.”

In the American colonies, the struggle against King George led rebels such as Tom Paine and Tom Jefferson to argue increasingly in favor of majority rule. Eventually, property restrictions on the vote were junked and Andrew Jackson was elected President in 1828 by universal white manhood suffrage. To this day, that historic accomplishment is commemorated in the chief annual ceremony of the Democratic Party, the Jefferson-Jackson Day fund-raising dinner.

Over time, though, the concept of majority rule came to be seen as slightly gauche. Sure, everybody continued to salute “democracy,” but the glamor moved from majority rule to minority rights. And the more minor the minority, the better.

For example, gay marriage lost over 30 straight popular votes in state referenda. But that only proved that the majority was on “the wrong side of history.” Now, with World War G turning into a rout, as elites use the courts to overturn democratic decisions, the prestige press has been looking for a new culture war to wage against the masses.

Thus, the media have been ginning up World War T ever since a May 2013 New York Times article about a mixed martial arts fighter who was the victim of discrimination for not being allowed to beat up women for money. Ray Rice punching his fiancée (now his wife) is the worst thing ever because Rice is a man, but Fallon Fox pummeling women in front of paying crowds requires our hearty approval because Fox is an ex-man.

For the last 18 months, the media has been obsessing over society’s discrimination against a handful of privileged, powerful, and not quite right in the head individuals. For example, my old MBA school classmate Martin Rothblatt—the most arrogant man I had to deal with at UCLA, but also probably the smartest (he’s a founder of Sirius satellite radio)—has decided he’s really Martine Rothblatt. Thus, he is being celebrated as the highest paid “female” CEO in America.

Similarly, Larry “Lana” Wachowski, co-director of The Matrix, is listed by the New York Times as a role model for women trying to direct in Hollywood.

Of course, Rothblatt and Wachowski aren’t real women. They were never even slightly feminine men. They’re just wealthy science fiction fans playing out transhumanist fantasies from bad late Heinlein novels. (Rothblatt, for example, has become bored with claiming to be a woman and is currently more obsessed with living forever by downloading his brain to a computer.)

A similarly infinitesimal minority are women students at the Seven Sisters who claim to be men. But, by the logic of all that is status-worthy in 2014, attention must be paid to students at expensive women’s colleges who loudly proclaim themselves to be discriminated-against men.

There are multiple ironies here. As you’ve probably noticed over the years, women’s colleges tend to be taken over by lesbians. As a young lady told me on New Year’s Eve 1981 in Manzanillo, she’d transferred from Smith College to Stanford because she liked men, which made her unpopular at Smith. Expensive female-only colleges like Smith and Wellesley have traditionally provided a protected sandbox where lesbian feminists who feel the urge to dominate other people, but can’t compete in leadership charisma with men, can control more docile girls without fear of the pretty girls being distracted by genuine boys.

But in recent years, an arms race has set in at women’s colleges, with a few attention-seeking lesbians declaring themselves to be “men.” Even though academic dogma says that gender is just a social construct with no biological basis, some of these “trans-men” shoot up with male hormones, and a few even have had themselves surgically mutilated.

Not surprisingly, their testosterone doses make them even more aggressive and effective at imposing themselves upon campus culture.

For example, at Wellesley a girl announced she was a boy named Timothy and became the only candidate running for multicultural affairs coordinator. Some Wellesley women started a campaign anonymously (fearing retribution from ferocious trans activists if they dared reveal their names) to abstain from voting for Timothy on the grounds that:

Of all the people at a multiethnic women’s college who could hold the school’s “diversity” seat, the least fitting one was a white man [sic].

One anonymous Wellesley woman told the NYT reporter:

“I thought he’d do a perfectly fine job, but it just felt inappropriate to have a white man there. It’s not just about that position either. Having men in elected leadership positions undermines the idea of this being a place where women are the leaders.”

Of course, Timothy had the ruling rationale of the age at hand to swat down such impertinence:

He [sic] pointed out that he has important contributions to make to the MAC position. After all, at Wellesley, masculine-of-center students are cultural minorities; by numbers alone, they’re about as minor as a minority can be.

And today, being about as minor as a minority can be means you are on the right side of history and therefore deserve to inflict your seemingly private dramas on everybody else.

Timothy and other students hopped-up on prescription testosterone are bullying Wellesley to jettison its traditional value of “sisterhood” in favor of “siblinghood” so that they don’t feel “emotionally unsafe” (which might be the least manly worry imaginable).

For Wellesley girls with a more natural balance of sex hormones, the thrusting belligerence of the Timothys is troubling, but also difficult to say no to. After all, hundreds of millions of years of evolution have molded them to feel sexually submissive to higher testosterone individuals:

Another difficult conversation about trans students touches on the disproportionate attention they receive on campus. “The female-identified students somehow place more value on those students,” said Rose Layton, a lesbian who said she views trans students as competitors in the campus dating scene.

For nice young ladies who just want to fit in under the reigning power structure and do the socially appropriate thing, the rise of the pretend men raises delicate questions of etiquette:

“I felt for the first time that something so stable about our school was about to change, and it made me scared,” said Beth, a junior that year, who asked to be identified by only her middle name because she was afraid of offending people she knew. “Changing ‘sister’ to ‘sibling’ didn’t feel like it was including more people; it felt like it was taking something away from sisterhood, transforming our safe space for the sake of someone else. At the same time, I felt guilty feeling that way.”

Poor Beth took her uncertainties to her Residential Advisor. As on so many campuses these days, the job of RA seems to attract budding social engineers, junior varsity Joe Stalins. So, after being set straight by her RA, Beth concluded:

“I realized that if we excluded trans students, we’d be fighting on the wrong team. We’d be on the wrong side of history.”

And these days there’s nothing much you can say after hearing you are on the wrong side of history.

Except this: liberalism has metastasized into freedom for aggression.

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