Invisible Men
Paved With Good Intentions: The Failure of Race
Relations in Contemporary America,
by Jared Taylor
By Peter
Brimelow
First published in
National Review, January 18, 1993
[Peter
Brimelow writes: While I congratulated
American Renaissance's Jared Taylor on his
outing Bill Buckley for cowardice on immigration
(August 23, 2000), I realized that we hadn't posted my
review of his remarkable book on race relations,
Paved With Good Intentions. So here it is. That this
book did not transform public debate on the topic is a
signal condemnation of American intellectual life. All
the major papers refused to review it, the Los
Angeles Times saying frankly that it was impossible
in the aftermath of the Rodney King riots. But Clint
Bolick (see below) later observed to me ruefully that
its effect had been profound on the conservative
underground. National Review at least was
prepared to put down a marker—back then.]
"WAS THE MUGGER
black?"
asked my wife sympathetically. As a Canadian newly
arrived in Manhattan, she honestly didn't know that you
must Never Ask. Her hostess, caught off balance in
mid-crime story, admitted that he was. Then she
hurriedly covered herself: of course, she said, this
meant nothing.
Besides being a
Canadian, however, my wife was and still is in some
respects invincibly innocent. And now she was really
puzzled. "But aren't most
muggers in New York black?" she inquired. Her
hostess was outraged. "I don't believe that," she
snapped.
The single greatest
strength of Jared Taylor's
Paved with Good Intentions
is its massive and merciless crushing of this
type of hysterical denial, which currently paralyzes all
discussion of race relations in America. Considered
entirely by itself, this achievement makes his book the
most important to be published on the subject for many
years. In this area, experience shows that it is not
enough to be
mugged by reality. Footnotes are apparently
necessary as well. And Taylor provides 1,339 of them,
quarried from a remarkably wide reading of contemporary
sources.
Thus it is indeed
true that blacks commit
most of New York's violent crime. Even a decade
before my wife arrived in Manhattan, by the early 1970s,
blacks already made up over 60 per cent of those
arrested for violent crime, but only 20 per cent of the
city's population. And more recently, for example, black
men have been responsible for over 85 per cent of the
felonies
committed against New York City cabbies, as many as
17 of whom are murdered each year. Nationwide,
blacks—although only 12 per cent of the
population—account for 64 per cent of all violent-crime
arrests and 71 per cent of all robbery arrests.
But isn't this
because the police are racist? Apparently not. Taylor
hunts down and extirpates all such infinitely regressing
excuses, which have for too long substituted for thought
in American political discourse. In this case, for
example, he proves via a closely reasoned analysis,
based on witness reports and arrest patterns for
burglaries, traffic violations and drunkenness, that
policemen of all races are, if anything, more lenient
with criminals of a different race from themselves.
(Which, of course, is just what you would expect, given
current
political pressures.)
Nor is the
disparity caused by middle-class law enforcers
over-concentrating on street crime. In 1990, blacks were
nearly three times as likely as whites to be arrested
for
white-collar crimes such as forgery, counterfeiting,
and embezzlement. And, finally and conclusively, blacks
themselves are responsible for 73 per cent of all
justified,
self-defense killings. The vast majority of the
people they kill are other blacks.
A fascinating
Orwellian double-think enabled my wife's hostess to
evade this reality—although in her conduct she certainly
took account of it every day on Manhattan's streets. But
this doublethink is no mere harmless self-delusion. As
in
1984, it requires the constant support of an
extraordinary
censorship and
self-censorship.
Media bias is a
subject that easily becomes boring to sophisticates. But
the inversions of truth here
documented by Taylor are so extreme as to be
pathological. Thus he is able to show that every one of
the recent alleged white-racist atrocities—Howard Beach,
Bensonhurst, Rodney King—had black-on-white analogies
that went virtually unreported, although often far
worse. For example, Taylor tracks several years of
self-feeding press references to the heinous scandal of
a white Stanford student hanging a caricatured blackface
Beethoven on the door of a black student (who, as it
happens, had insisted Beethoven was black). An entire
"campus racism" industry has been called into
existence on the strength of such trivia. But who has
heard of the four black University of Arizona football
players, three of them on scholarships, whose hobby of
beating up lone campus whites landed them in jail in
1989?
Or for that matter
of the Miami-based Yahweh cult, whose leader was
convicted in 1992 for causing his followers to kill
numerous "white devils"—without benefit of even a
fraction of the network prime time devoted to endless
reruns of the (dishonestly edited) King-beating video.
This powerful
combination of internal and external compulsion is
literally able to turn black into white. Thus in 1987
Tawana Brawley, the black teenager who claimed she had
been abducted by a white gang, was able, despite the
increasing absurdity of her attorneys' allegations, to
focus the attention of the entire country on the
supposedly grave issue of white-on-black rape. But in
fact it was a complete chimera. In 1988, there were
fewer than ten [PB in 2000:
in fact, probably a few score] cases of
white-on-black rape—as opposed to 9,405 cases of
black-on-white rape. Taylor reports that black men
appear three to four times more likely to commit rape
than whites, and more than sixty times more likely to
rape a white than a white is likely to rape a black.
Taylor's storm of
statistics puts in perspective the view that blacks
themselves are the chief victims of black crime. That
claim is almost true. In America, blacks account for
just under half of murder victims. Any decent person
will feel a particular sympathy for respectable black
people who are likely to suffer the effects both of
black crime and of white suspicion prompted by black
crime. But their plight is merely one consequence—though
a harsh one—of the crisis of black society. Homicide is
now the leading cause of death for black men between 15
and 44; one in four black men in their twenties is
either in jail, on probation, or on parole. Syphilis is
fifty times more prevalent among blacks than among
whites; black children are twice as likely as whites to
die in their first year.
And this black
crisis still disproportionately hurts whites. Black
criminals choose white victims in more than half of
their violent crime; the average black criminal seems
over 12 times more likely to kill a white than vice
versa.
The second major
contribution of Taylor's book is its frontal assault on
the universal assumption that "white racism" is
to blame for everything. In effect, he proposes a
logical-positivist's test: since this racism is (as he
demonstrates) publicly illegal, privately undetectable
in opinion polls, and does not seem materially to affect
the economic status of blacks once that status is
adjusted for education and other variables, in what
sense does it exist?
Taylor documents in
immense detail that the U.S., far from suppressing its
blacks and poor, in fact subsidizes them, publicly and
privately, including more than $2.5 trillion in federal
moneys alone since
the 1960s. This, notoriously, has done little good
and much ill. But it is hardly the behavior of a racist
society—unless liberal politicians, welfare bureaucrats,
and academics have deliberately sought to destroy black
society by spreading dependency and pauperism.
The truth may set
us free. But it can also make us sick. Many people will
unquestionably find Taylor's ruthless exposition of
black failure more than they can stomach. One such is
the Institute for Justice's
Clint Bolick, who has written very sensibly about
civil rights, but who recently reproached Taylor in the
Wall Street Journal for dismissing "the
continuing impact of racism, which most blacks face
every day of their lives."
Grant that blacks
suffer occasional slights, crude name-calling, and some
discrimination. But how damaging are these compared to
the self-inflicted wounds of black America? And what
prompts this white behavior? Is endemic white racism any
more reasonable an explanation for the situation than
endemic black criminality and the defensive nervous
hostility it produces among whites?
"Race is the
great American dilemma,"
Taylor writes, echoing Gunnar Myrdal's famous survey,
An American Dilemma. Nearly fifty years later,
Myrdal's panacea of integration, equality, and confident
social engineering has been followed by disaster. This
news could not be more unwelcome. It is hardly
surprising that both Left and (alleged) Right prefer to
cling to the myth of a culpable—but therefore at least
in theory correctable—white racist America.
September 18, 2000