I’m not suicidal. As my fellow Eurasian commentator pointed out, I do have a poetic style in describing the existential angst of being Eurasian. Diego of course recognized this as simply lyrical
metaphorical language to illustrate the pains of non-existence. I have been pouring out a stream of consciousness, to get my readers to understand what it is like to be a Eurasian male from the inside. I see that this was a failure. I have to remember, that in running a public blog of this sort, on such a controversial topic, that challenges such powerful interests, I’m not posting among friends. I thus have to constantly put up the disclaimer, that I do not advocate any illegal acts, including the suicide of oneself. Any careless words, will be hijacked by my enemies in an attempt to discredit me or worse.
Therefore it is important that you understand, that any talk of suicide, is as Diego suggested merely metaphorical, existential language. A poetic expression of the fact that Eurasians would rather not exist.That the birth of a Eurasian is painful. It is more of a wish to have never been born Eurasian and to have miscarried or been aborted. Talk of actual suicide is disturbing to many people, and so we might as well get this obstacle out of the way. Not that these people are genuinely concerned well-wishers. They just wish to quote hunt, any possible words of mine that could be used to undermine my larger message.
Diego asked “You keep talking about this suicide thing and i dont know if you say that metaphorically because your writing style is very poetic.” Indeed it is just poetic metaphor about the ultimate expression of the Eurasian wish to have never been born. Eurasians seek to socially negate their existence. A desire for non-being that could be considered a racial suicide. But it in no way implies the actual act of suicide. Poetic style is lost on a blog audience, and I will refrain from using it in the future. It is clear I must spell everything out for you, and cross all my Ts and dot all my i’s. There are many of my readers, who are not of good will, and I don’t want to give them grounds to attack me. Any hyperbolic lyricalism will be exploited by them and taken literally.
It is important that I stick to the sociological data of being a Eurasian male. This does not mean just dry statistics and data. My personal lived-experiences do matter. But I will focus more, as I did in 2011, on how my anecdotes are a reflection of the larger trends of being a WMAF son. Being as extremely personal as I have been, to such a hostile crowd, I see now was a very bad idea.
I want to continue to live, so that I can write on about the Eurasian experience. All past quotes that could be interpreted as suicidal, was merely a wish for non-existence and the hope that I had never been born Eurasian. An expression of philosophical anti-natalism, not a call for any action.
Lets step behind Rawl’s curtain of ignorance, and choose my birth, before I was even born. Statistically, since East Asian women are the most common, least exotic, women in the world, it is most likely I will be born of one. If I’m going to be born of an East Asian woman, I don’t want to be be born in rural poverty, which is a substantial proportion of them. If I’m already destined to be born of an Asian, I might as well be born in a 1st world country. This is already, a minority of Asian women. Now I could be born of an Asian woman, in a 1st world Tiger Economy. Such as my own cousin were. Then I have the benefit of both prosperity, and no social humiliation. But I only asked for 1st world status. So I was lucky enough to be born in America. Of all the times and places in history, to be born of an Asian woman, I guess 1st world America in 2014, isn’t the worst place in time to be. And if I’m going to be born of an Asian in America, theres a nearly 50-50 chance I’m going to be born of a white dad.
So if I could step behind Rawl’s curtain of ignorance, and ask of all the times and places in history, to be born in the peace and prosperity of a 21st century 1st world nation, and I’m then in turn born of the most common race of women. Well, then here I’m. Does this mean I would choose to be born a Eurasian?
No, being born Eurasian, is a choice I would never make. And this is why so many of my comments are anti-life, and speak for a desire of non-existence. It is unbirthing I was wishing for, not suicide.
With these personal accusations out of the way, perhaps I can return to the sociological data of being a Eurasian male. Without focusing on my individual angst so much. It’ll still be about my personal lived experiences, but more to illustrate the social fact of being a substantiation of the Eurasian type. I wont make any more posts, that could be misinterpreted as a desire for personal suicide or be implied to be advocating it for anyone else. Suicide is illegal, and I have always called for Eurasians to take law-abiding political actions to advance their cause. Any words of mine that may have seemed to be calling for suicide, was merely an expression of philosophical nihilism. The wish for nothingness. A denial of the social reality of Eurasian existence. Nothing more.