The ineluctable fact of racism exposes our enslavement to the past. Men are free who are free from the past. Free men are not old men refurbished; they’re new men.
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.