Every nation has an origin story, be it born out of blood or drawn on a map. America was born with two ideals in its genesis story, security and liberty.
The forbidden entrance into liberty, that is to say, the entrance into modernity, did not come without consequences: the acquisition of money, the anticipation of buying new things, the banality of consumerism, and the spectacle of the media, among others that plague the country.
The origin story of America shows the bizarre nature of the American, and illuminates what it means to have emerged from history as the monstrosity known as the American. Americans passed over the forgotten ideal of security and instead embraced the curse of liberty.
Even the very first Americans felt a certain malaise, which prompted the founding fathers to follow the siren song of liberty. For some reason it resonated more than the wisdom of the ancients. Our country’s roots were never pure, but were already poisoned with the powerful sap of malaise. Moreover, once liberty had been crowned as the only true ideal, the idea of choice as a personal choice changed everything.
This poison was already in us from the beginning, indistinct at first, but increasingly distinct until it stained everything, and rotted out America: the ancient curse of slavery that every nation struggled with throughout history, and the horror of slavery as something implicitly within us, but as something we must deny, something we insist is no longer part of us.
Once Americans, freed of tradition and bewitched by the siren song, became a nation, and once they founded their republic in provocation, their pride swelled, no less their confusion. Americans are marked specifically by their sociopathy and lust for dominance. They recognize these traits with both pride and feelings of humiliation. The American, conflicted, aware of the clash between liberty and security, and inflicted with the primordial malaise, needed to compensate for his sociopathy by means of White Supremacy. Other nations should have priority, not America, in the scale of history. It is never the wise, but the twisted, who crave and gain dominion by allying its ideals to its sociopathy.
Today the American is rived with racism, a virtual fear. The American has no problem expressing himself through racism, despite not being discriminated against. The capacity to hate the other, the non-white, is a unique faculty of the American.
White supremacy drove the American to consume, to create spectacles, to exploit others, for the purpose of distracting himself from the presence of racism. Racism defines the American to such a degree that the American no longer notices its stain, except when he catches an accidental glimpse of himself in a mirror. Those moments are only temporary, transient, and the American immediately recontextualizes and reduces those moments of self-awareness to a bland and frozen museum exhibit. That is, racism is so much a part of the American that he can sense it only when it is turned against him, and only then does the American get a brief glimpse into the courtroom of history, observing it from the mists of the future.
Double-downing into the roots of the American — who has whitewashed his nation’s origin story, traded security for liberty, and mistreated the environment by projecting his sociopathy upon it — he emerges as the product of a series of denials that make him the great hypocrite of civilization. The completely naked American is proud and humiliated in the face of white supremacy, not humble. He is proud to uphold himself as the bastion of civilization but he is humiliated that he has to resort to the false narrative of white supremacy. Reliant on this false narrative and skilled in the spreading of spectacle, the American is nothing other than the monstrous supervillain of the 21st century.