The smallness of the New Religion is, Z Man suspects, its great weakness:
Religions have always served to fill in the gaps between what man knows about the world and what he observes. As Lucretius put it, “it was fear that made the gods.” The fear of the unknown, the fear of uncertainty, the fear of death, that’s what a proper religion addresses. Fear of being a racist falls somewhere around fear of clowns.
The pettiness of this religion does not make it less vicious in the hands of the believer. In fact, it is the petty religions that are the most bloody. Nazism led Germany to the precipice of the abyss just to be rid of the Jews. Bolshevism murdered tens of millions just to meet the monthly quotas of the concrete factories. The new religion ruins lives on a daily basis for nothing more than a few moments of smug satisfaction by the adherents.
What was made plain with the materialist cults of the previous era is they offered nothing, other than a reason for the strong to exploit the weak. The cultural weirdness of Russia allowed such a system to stagger on for 70 years, but most everywhere else these cults collapse under the weight of their pettiness and pointlessness. They answer no questions and they promise nothing worth having.
Eventually they run out of weak to exploit.
It’s especially funny because America is de facto the least racist country on the planet, not racist to a fault, and that Trump is the only racist people can even name is a proof of this. Whitey is afraid to tell his black neighbor to turn the music down, let alone anything else. Blacks are treated like holy cows in India; when one wanders into the street, you don’t dare to honk. Honky doesn’t honk; let that sink it. The evil White racist is more of an urban myth, similar to Bigfoot. At this point, we believe he is out there, but we have yet to capture him on film. And don’t get me started on the KKK. When it rode the last time into town to save the day, the world was still in black and white!