A photograph from the Phi Gamma Delta fraternity page of the University of Georgia, USA, of the 1980 Pandora Yearbook.

Nowhere in Africa are young men dressing down, painting their bodies pink, wearing straight blonde hair wigs, clutching at stones and with blood dripping from the sides of their mouths from digging their fangs into raw meat, just to mimic the “behaviors” of the long extinct Neanderthals or to mimic the Barbarians at their diner tables, or even to portray the backward French drinking alcohol early in the morning (out of supreme laziness).

But look at young Caucasian men, at a secret meeting, at the University of Georgia in the 80s? See their longing to be Black men? My own uncle received a Ph.D in Economics there in the 80s and that’s how I got wind of this act. The problem is that these young Caucasian men rather think they mock their fellow countrymen of African Americans by dressing down to lampoon them. They think they mock Blacks. They think they mock Africa. But, a deeper psychoanalysis of men who engage in such dress-ups begs a different explanation. What it reveals is that these Caucasian boys mock themselves.

It seems to me there’s something eerily missing in their lives that they strive for something bigger: big fucking balls. And for that matter it is there that the love and the hate they harbor share the same space; a space within that penchant reach for what sometimes appears impossible. The Black men these Caucasian men partly hate and so partly despise occupy an important space in the consciousness of these young Caucasian men. The hatred, perhaps, is a result of rather a mixture of admiration and intense inferiority at the face of it.

In fact, this feeling of the admixture of love/hate underlies the doctrine of white supremacism. The Black men they hate and so fearlessly despise in public are the same men they intensely worship in secret (by wanting to be like them). It’s like white men, cops, who shoot young Black men in public for absolutely no law enforcement reason, and then go watching the evening NBC Philadelphia news of the very act (Black men being shot by white cops in public), and then change the channel to enjoy, with beer, friends and family, a game of football with Black men (the Eagles) running around in tights.

This is confusion, a paradox of sorts: Caucasian Men who want to swing big dicks but hate all men with bigger dicks, not knowing (not understanding) that is it the example of the bigger dick that makes the very aspiration of swinging a bigger dick even possible. (Please, do not take symbolism literally. I trust that you are a more cerebral reader). But Alas.

Here you have a photograph from the Phi Gamma Delta fraternity page of the University of Georgia, USA, of the 1980 Pandora Yearbook. (Don’t look without reading, I beg.). Such young men within these Frats will never learn; they will never be taught the very origins of the ‘Greek’ Life they so adore; and they will never learn how they come to reveal their deeper insecurities within it.

5 COMMENTS

  1. Indeed, just as our dear Dr. Cress Welsing established solidly in her ISIS Papers (cress theory), it’s indeed the admixture of love and hate. Exactly as you described it. What one would love have, and wish they have, makes one hate those that have it freely (one can deny it all they want, it’s an age old fact). Just as the saying goes, after a wild but unsuccessful chase of rabbit, one turns to say the he doesn’t like the rabbit’s smell. That’s what defines them

  2. In fact, Narmer, I think they look better in Black. By this I don’t mean that the act itself, because of the motivation of it, is permissible. No! Certainly not. I think that the hideous motivations aside, they look better Black. Here’s a poem I fathom them reciting:
    “White better Black, may I never rest until my white is darker and my darker Black.”

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