Since I chanced upon it while cruising the IQ archives at Lawrence Auster’s View from the Right, I’ll take a moment to take down this marvelous take-down of Murray’s bullheaded snobbish dismissals of too-White America by Larry’s reader Shrewsbury. It’s so magnificent and apt and true, it deserves to serve as a kind of epitaph for Murray as long as he refuses to get past his notion that somehow he’s goint to get Prince William (as another commenter somewhere else recently put it) to speak to the public about the truth of race and IQ. Murray is pretty shameful, really; and his class-snob equivocations help nobody.
Unfortunately, it’s not just the Wall Street Journal which contradicts itself by promoting the unchangeable reality of IQ differences while also promoting the mass immigration of low IQ people. Remember what Charles Murray said just a couple of months ago, quoted at VFR:
I am not impressed by worries about losing America’s Anglo-European identity. Some of the most American people I know are immigrants from other parts of the world. And I’d a hell of a lot rather live in a Little Vietnam or a Little Guatemala neighborhood, even if I couldn’t read the store signs, than in many white-bread communities I can think of.
To which VFR reader Shrewsbury had commented:
Charles Murray writes, “And I’d a hell of a lot rather live in a Little Vietnam or a Little Guatemala neighborhood, even if I couldn’t read the store signs, than in many white-bread communities I can think of.”What a crock. He wouldn’t last two days in a Guatemalan neighborhood before he fled to the very most bleached and enriched Wonder Bread community he could find. Let him live in Shrewsbury’s half-Mex neighborhood here in God-forsake SoCal and try to work on his ponderous tomes with the thumping of ranchero music always in the background. See how he likes the continual combat against shopping carts, trash, rats, and graffiti, to say nothing of people being casually murdered within half a block of his front door (in Shrewsbury’s case, two since he’s lived here).
Can we trade domiciles? Can I go live in his “hideously white” world, while he comes here to get down and boogie with los muchachos?
What a crock. And yet there are legions of white folks who really believe that they think this way. It’s difficult to simulate the abstract fantasy Flatland mental universe they must inhabit, but it sure doesn’t have much to with any reality I can perceive….
And these are the people who tell us how to live.