Comments by "nuqwestr" (@nuqwestr) on "Prof. Glenn Loury | Systemic Racism, Trump and BLM" video.
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@honestjohn6418 Yes, and I wish we could expand the dimension of our understanding on how, what you so eloquently described, is being turned into a dogmatic ideology at best, and an alternative religion at worst. We can't solely blame Marx, it's not the tip of the spear, what you just described, is. I am 65 and watched this regressive "Back to the Garden" message flower since Woodstock. We are faced with several generations now believing there's a Unicorn Utopia just waiting for them if this, that, and the other occur. Their foundational precepts are flawed, so the framework will collapse, no doubt. I'd like to see John focus on this, perhaps with an anthropologist and social scientist. Go for it, John. Pandora needs a spanking.
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@honestjohn6418 I want to more fully respond to you later, but quickly, I lived in a prosperous suburb of Los Angeles, and at 15, in 1970, our household included a Jewish mother and black step-father, so I don't have the "guilt/shame" nexus of my white peers, drives them crazy. In 1971 Jazz became sort of a religion to me, and through the 1970's to the year 2000, I made my living at it, not as a musician, but in the business. The "hipster" friends you described is not new, and predates the Carnaby Street of even your parents youth. Check out this essay by Norman Mailer from 1957, "The White Negro" https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_White_Negro
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@honestjohn6418 Um, Jazz was a true convergence of culture, it transcended culture, and expressed something wholly spiritual, like Indian Classical music. In the late 1950's that changed, it became fractured, categorized, politicized, and some white jazz musicians referred to this as "Crow Jim", or reverse discrimination, since they said only Black people could play jazz. That is not an academic statement from me, it is one I saw first hand, and have listened to stories from musicians who both perpetrated it, and were affected by it. It killed Jazz, and I mark its death as 1967, with the passing of John Coltrane, everything since is just an echo of what he did. The full franchise expression of American Black music since then leaves me empty and disgusted. I often apologize to foreign visitors for its virulence which has overtaken the globe. It is, that bad.
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