You find yourself sitting at a table with your own family, and you realize you’re in a foreign country. My father, in a fit of bravery, calls his own brother a racist. His wife, a sixty-five-year-old woman who’s suddenly decided to get an education from a book with a colorful cover, starts throwing the word around like it’s free Halloween candy. Even the freshly-educated son, the one with the bright, empty eyes of a true believer, tries to “educate” me on the evils of “systemic racism.”
They’re a cult. A church. The First Presbyterian Church of Woke, dripping in a white guilt so thick you could drown in it. And their first commandment is this: Thou shalt have no conversation about race unless you are black, and you are a victim. Their second is that black people can’t be racist because they “lack power.” You see the books they read, the ones that change the definition of the word “racism” while they point their self-righteous fingers at you, at me, at anyone who happens to be born with white skin.
And you try to have a real conversation, to use the words you were taught. “Racism,” to me, was always a simple, ugly thing. It was an active, visceral hatred. It was wanting to see a group of people harmed, pushed out, erased. It was the Klan in white hoods, not a goddamn dating preference.
But they’ve changed the rules of the game. The word doesn’t mean that anymore. Now, it’s about “systems” and “structures.” It’s not about what’s in your heart; it’s about the statistical outcome of a game you didn’t even know you were playing. They talk about “white privilege,” not as an accusation that you, personally, hate anyone, but as an original sin you were born with.
So you ask the simple questions. “If I’m attracted to white women, but not black women, does that make me a racist?” By the old rules, of course not. It’s a preference, like liking steak more than chicken. But by their new, twisted rules, it’s a form of “implicit bias” that contributes to the great, invisible machine of oppression. It’s a way of turning a simple, biological fact into a thought crime.
And this is where their whole goddamn church starts to crumble, if you just have the balls to kick out the stained-glass windows. You bring up the data. You bring up the inconvenient truth of the “yellow” and “brown” people, the immigrants who come to this country with nothing and build empires.
You look at the numbers. As of 2019, the median household income for Asian American families was nearly a hundred grand, thirty thousand dollars higher than the national median. Their poverty rate was lower than the national average. These people came here with language barriers, cultural differences, and they thrived. They didn’t do it by crying about “systemic anything.” They did it with a culture that values family, education, and hard goddamn work. Their success is the great, unspoken heresy in the church of woke. It proves that the system isn’t designed to hold down everyone who isn’t white. It proves that the game isn’t as rigged as they need it to be.
But you can’t have that conversation. The second you bring up the statistics, the second you try to talk about group outcomes—the crime rates, the dropout rates—they shut you down. “That’s racist,” they hiss.
According to the Bureau of Justice Statistics, in 2018, black Americans accounted for a third of all arrests for violent crimes, while being only thirteen percent of the population. That’s not a moral judgment. It’s a goddamn fact. But you’re not allowed to ask why. You’re not allowed to talk about the breakdown of the family, about a culture that sometimes glorifies criminality and devalues education. No. The only acceptable answer is “systemic racism.” It’s a pre-determined conclusion that makes any real thought unnecessary.
And that’s the whole point. The new definition of “racism” isn’t a tool for understanding. It’s a rhetorical weapon. It’s a way to shut down conversation, to avoid personal responsibility, and to maintain a lucrative narrative of victimhood. It makes it impossible to have an honest discussion about what’s really wrong, which, in turn, makes it impossible to fix anything.
You can’t just talk about the feeling of it all; you have to look at the goddamn numbers. The ones they try to hide, the ones they twist into a different story.
You look at the crime. It’s a matter of public record, but they treat it like a state secret. In 2018, black individuals made up about thirteen percent of the population, but they accounted for thirty-seven percent of the arrests for violent crimes. White individuals, seventy-six percent of the population, accounted for fifty-nine percent. That’s not a narrative; that’s a goddamn math problem. And when you have a problem, you’re supposed to look for the cause. But you’re not allowed to. The only cause you’re allowed to talk about is the one they give you.
Then you have the whole “defund the police” movement, a beautiful, stupid idea cooked up in some university classroom by people who’ve never had to walk through a bad neighborhood at night. And what happened? The cities that tried it, they saw their murder rates spike. A classic case of a good intention paving the road straight to hell.
And the police shootings. That’s their bread and butter, isn’t it? The great passion play of the unarmed black man shot down by the racist white cop. You look at the database from The Washington Post. From 2015 to 2024, the cops shot and killed 9,849 people. And yeah, black people are a disproportionate share of that number. But you know who the biggest share is? White people. 4,625 of them. That’s almost double the number of black people. But you never hear about that, do you? Because it doesn’t fit the story. It doesn’t sell the goddamn movie.
And that brings us to the heart of it all. The victimhood narrative. The great, profitable business of being oppressed. You look at the numbers again. In 2019, the median household income for black families was about forty-four grand. For Asian families? Ninety-eight grand. The poverty rate for black Americans was almost nineteen percent. For Asian Americans? Seven percent.
Now, how the hell do you explain that with “systemic racism”? Did the great, invisible racist machine just decide to give the Asians a pass? These are people who came here with nothing, who faced their own brand of prejudice, and they built empires. The same goes for a lot of African immigrants. They come here, and they succeed at a rate that puts everyone else to shame.
Why? Because they have a culture that values family, education, and hard goddamn work. They’re not sitting around, waiting for the system to save them. They’re too busy building their own. The success of these groups is the great, unspoken heresy in the church of woke. It proves that the issues facing some black Americans are cultural, not racial.
But you can’t say that. The media won’t let you. They’ll report on a crime, and they’ll conveniently leave out the race of the suspect, all to avoid “reinforcing stereotypes.” But what they’re really doing is hiding the truth. They’re making it impossible to have an honest conversation about what’s really happening.
And that’s the whole point. The terms “systemic racism” and “white privilege,” they’re not tools for understanding. They’re rhetorical weapons. They’re a way to avoid accountability for your own goddamn choices. It shifts the blame from a group’s actions to an external, unseen force. And it hasn’t led to a single goddamn bit of progress. It’s just led to more division, more anger, and a worsening of the very conditions it claims to solve.
It’s an illusion. A beautiful, comforting, and profitable lie. And they’re all in on it. They’re all sitting at the table, chewing on their imaginary prime rib, and telling themselves it’s delicious.
