The Pejorative Side of Modernity or Civilization, Competing Theories or Allied? Part 2
Below is a link to a book review of John Glad’s new book Jewish Eugenics. The book contains enough documentation to show that the Jewish community embraces eugenics, that their high intelligence of Jews is due to hundreds of years of eugenic practices, and that racial differences in temperament and intelligence are primarily genetic. Feel free to post this review on as many sites as possible.
The Language of Life: DNA and the Revolution in Personalized Medicine,( Francis S. Collins, 2010 ) updates what is known about the human genome. Collins (representing the public funded effort) was competing aggressively against Craig Venter (representing the privately funded effort) in the race to sequence the human genome. It ended in an agreed-upon tie in 2000. Collins was definitely “Mr. good,” trying to keep the information public and patents at bay. But both men maintain political correctness on the question of race and racial differences in intelligence.
In the short book The Case Against Perfection: Ethics in the Age of Genetic Engineering, by Michael J. Sandel, 2007, the author reflects on the attitudes that inspire the “antis” to reject genetic enhancements. By parsing what he states and how he states it, it becomes apparent that there is no substance to this argument. It is mystic, not substantive.
It simply does not follow that “human mastering” in any way destroys “appreciation”—either of the process or that which is altered.
This is an interesting question, which gets down to the nub of why, exactly, are we crusaders for the race.
My response to this question is I wish what I believed weren’t the case, and that it could be some other way. I have been forced into my beliefs by necessity, resisting the implications mightily as I’m dragged through goalpost after goalpost.
There’s plenty of room for condemning evil in this world, without having to go around looking for categorical foes who we can smash with unrelenting fury, all the way down to the infants in their cradles. However if we spare an entire city of evil-doers because ten innocent nice infants are crawling around in it, it is our innocents, our good people, our women and children who are ravished and pursued with unrelenting fury. In a struggle for survival that has reached the highest pitch, we don’t have the luxury to sort out the good from the bad. Life must come first, justice later. Do I want it to be this way? Am I glad that I can smash infants in cradles and still be moral? That I could bayonet a pregnant woman and still be moral? I’m not glad about it. And yet there it is.
Am I glad that I have 140 IQ and am living in a world average IQ of 90 or so? That a greater IQ gap exists between me and africans than africans and dogs? Not really. Am I glad that life is easier for me, that I can do things others can’t, that ultimately all wealth, power, prestige, and even good health and long life belong as a birthright to me and not to anyone else due to a different arrangement of genes? Not really. The things I love most in life, I wish everyone could have. It takes nothing from me if another person reads the same book as me, listens to the same song, or admires the same mountains. I miss the lost camaraderie. I don’t have any special need to rule others, the only particular benefit is more leisure time. Machines could serve that role much better. I’d rather the world were much, much smarter. I feel like then we could sit down and reason issues out like civilized men. I feel like we could all understand reality a little better, and treat each other better, and treat ourselves better. I’m not happy that nature has dropped the ball and populated the earth with mostly primitive savages and that there is nothing I can do to make them smarter or better (once they are born) because it’s all genetic. How could I be?
The same on a larger scale. Am I glad whites are the best at everything and no one equals us, am I glad the rest of the world is largely a sanctum for the BEAST, a ravening satanic force that unmakes everything it touches and specializes in every living being carrying as much suffering, starvation, disease, stupidity, cruelty, hopelessness and helplessness as it can? No, I’m not glad. I wish all races were free of the horrible fatse they bring upon themselves. I wish they were free of the genes that make them that way. I wish they had the genes that make us like who we are. That’s why I wish the whole world were populated with whites, with genes like ours, so that sort of suffering, that level of misfortune, can’t happen again.
And of course, I am not happy with whites either. It seems to me, we would all be happier if we were elves. Am I happy that there are no elves in the universe to supplant us at the top of the totem pole? Am I glad we have unchallenged mastery of the earth because we are the only half-sane gene combination on earth? No, it’s rather sad. If only elves existed, such flawed, truly wretched beings as the white race would no longer have to carry the burden of our existence. I’ve lived long enough to see that everything about humans, including whites, is so full of evil, that I could wish anyone, anywhere, to replace us, if only they could do better. The cheating, the vulgarity, the needless anger and conflict, the lying, the fickleness, the selfishness, the hypocrisy … how could I be happy that we, we flawed vessels, are the best? Who could be?