If you have not already done so, you may wish to read the
Introduction to Gnomica.
“If you are not of my ethnicity, you cannot share my heart.”
‘Many Chinese Intellectuals Are Silent Amid a Wave of Tibetan Self-Immolations’
The New York Times
(p. A8 Saturday 10 November 2011)
My general feeling about essentialism is well known to readers of these blog entries – for example, refresh your memory here.
And then I come across some utterly witless nonsense like the ethnic idiocy above trying desperately to masquerade as a kind of explanatory wisdom for what in actuality more likely seems to me to be the gruesome protest of subjugated impotents against oppression and their relentless stereotyping by Chinese “specialists, nearly all of whom are employed by government-affiliated institutions and who faithfully parrot the party’s official narrative on Tibetan history and politics.”
My impulse here is of course to be equally if not more witless and ask how indeed you could possibly share my heart if you are not of my gender, of my age, or my nationality, of my weight, of my height, of my educational level, of my eye color, of my taste in gingerbread-cookie brands, of my endlessly and narcissistically self-differentiating specialness that puts you so impossibly distant from any imaginable hope of ever even beginning to be able to know or understand me or my sufferings and concerns and preoccupations.
Come to think about it, why should I even want a thug of the emotions like you to share my heart?
It’s all just so ineffably exhausting … and so, that will, alas, have to do today – it’s all I have the energy left for!