Love is the recognition of oneself in another. Racism is the fear and loathing of another. Fear is the mostly unconscious belief in one’s littleness. Thus, the more fearful the man, the more ferocious he’ll be in his defence of the Second Amendment. So there they are on the dance floor, littleness and fear, absurdly over-armoured, dancing each other to death in the rocket’s red glare.
We live in a time of the Americanization of fear. “There are barbarians at the gates,” run the headlines. But the problem is not the rude and hirsute. It’s the fearful man—cornered.