You could also call it “The Stages of Racism,” but that’s a made-up word, an epithet for White.
“Celebrate.” First off, there is no celebrating of diversity, that would be unnatural. What there is, is status-signalling among people who aren’t personally affected by it. Morbid generosity on race is rooted in vanity. “Provincial” is a term of disparagement among striver-class Europeans. By celebrating diversity, these people, average-nobodies in almost every case, are posturing as cosmopolitans who move in international circles, or as adventurers who know how to earn the trust of exotic natives. But for diversity to confer such cred, it has to be novel. Not drab and depressing, as it’s long since become.
They also feel pity for the dark-skinned people. It’s a superior’s awkwardness when looking at a retarded person, and the relief as that discomfort is discharged when something nice is done for the pitiful creature.
This stage is where much of the so-called “cucked Europe” is right now. A critical mass of people who are older and affluent remains in thrall to the past sixty years of American anti-racism propaganda and have not yet had a sufficiently unnerving encounter with diversity.
There are also liars, shills, spinsters, diaspora Jews, and politicians. And the Communist mayorette of Madrid:
How can we despise a group of humans who are of such obvious value as these people, who have struggled so hard to reach countries where they can find a better quality of life? [illegal immigrants are] heroes in pursuit of their dreams.
Tolerate. Migrants arrive like a troop of baboons. “I’m not racist, but…” is the first step toward dismantling the Marxist fiction in one’s mind. You once humble-bragged about your contact with diversity, you are now embarrassed of the downmarket stench that’s associated with such contacts. The sight of an interracial couple ruins your mood, you find mixed-race children creepy. But you still accept diversity as an immutable social arrangement. Elephants raised in captivity are tethered by a thin rope that they could easily sever, but they don’t try to because they were bound by it from birth and thus conditioned to consider it unbreakable.
This stage is where you find most of the people who no longer believe in the ideology of inclusiveness but who have not yet internalized the notion that the forcible mixing of nations is a crime. They do not yet understand that racial integration is biological warfare against them. They do not yet understand that they don’t have to live like this.
In the next stage, they assert that right, at the very least on the level of their personal life until they are ready to support a social movement that will secure their free and dignified futue.
Hate. Overheard: “Why is there a nigger on the lacrosse team?” Seeing a single non-White where we want to relax, be ourselves, or push ourselves pisses you off.
When you visit a martial arts school or a little league baseball practice and you see non-Whites under instruction of White coaches there, you are witnessing a fatal compromise on a Männerbund structure for mentoring boys in the image of their elders. Diversity disrupts harmony. Blacks have their all-black inner-city boxing gyms. Whites have to price-out the diversity with sports like lacrosse and hockey.
You understand the evil of a take-everything, give-nothing dynamic represented by an alien enjoying the fruits of White social capital while wrecking his hosts’ vibe and aesthetic by just being there. You then take that one-off observation and scale it up to where abstract notions such as justice and natural rights of man, and the destiny of his nation comes into full view. Territoriality is a healthy instinct. Thwarting its expression, like with other natural human feelings, will bottle it up until something gives.
At this stage, it’s possible to see diversity as a mortal danger to everything you cherish, yet be cool as ice. It’s possible to deal with diversity where unavoidable and smile, be professional and cordial, yet know that their presence here is illegitimate and that separation is the only humane solution but it is not the only solution. Your eyes will show it, by the way.
So you disabuse yourself of any notion that your non-White friend is your friend. He is not. He is using you for access to White social capital and will turn on you on a dime in any kind of a racial snag. You shouldn’t bring him to any implicitly White event or space anyhow (don’t pollute), so what kind of a friendship is that anyway.
Except the Dalai Lama.