20 March, 2006

Diversity is Good for Jews: Gary Shteyngart

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The following is a selection from Granta*. In it, a jew explains that he only feels safe in heterogenous environments, New York City to be precise. That is why the jew tries to make the rest of America look like New York.

If in trying to make his surroundings cozy, he uproots our world, brings about everything we find disgusting and ignoble, he’s a jew – “what’s good for jews” is all that matters. The rest of us are only there to fill out the chorus singing “What a mighty God we have in Diversity.”

*Granta is a British magazine that is more of a book. Each number covers one topic, includes original material from a number of prominent writers. Our example is taken from issue 84 (Winter 2003), “Over There: How America Sees The World.”

Gary Shteyngart
b. 1972, Leningrad, USSR

When I leave America, people try to kill me.

In Baku, Azerbaijan, two police officers in the metro throw me to the ground, mistaking me for an Iranian terrorist. ‘I’m just a dark-looking Soviet-born Jew,’ I explain, showing them my stuffed wallet by way of explanation. ‘Jew,’ they whisper in awe, thumbing through my money.

In Berlin, a group of angry young pub-meisters mistake me for an Indian computer programmer. They follow me around the bar shouting, ‘Kinder statt Inder,’ (‘Children instead of Indians’) as if I were an immigrant from the subcontinent out to scam the generous German welfare system. Perhaps I should take out my Jewish wallet to placate them.

In a small Czech town, at a disco named, appropriately enough, ‘The White Rose’, I am mistaken for an ‘Arabian’ by a gang of local skinheads who casually prepare to disembowel me until I take out my American Express card, proving that I am indeed American and not some kind of mega-Turk.

Wherever I go outside the United States, people see me as a repository for their greatest fears, and soon enough they try to inflict bodily harm upon me. I have olive skin which fluctuates in its oliveness depending on the time of year, an anger-inspiring goatee as black as the night sky above Montana (or the Serengeti), and dark, suspicious eyes that flit about inquisitively. In many northern parts of the world, I am too swarthy; south of Sicily, I am not nearly swarthy enough.

And so America, or New York, to be perfectly precise, has always meant for me safety through heterogenity. I am ecstatic, almost teary when the plane dips its wings on its approach to Kennedy airport because I know that soon I will be walking the streets without fear, my eyes on the beautiful young citizens around me, instead of darting about in search of my next assailant.

Only two years ago, I remember being chased through the streets of a certain foreign capital by a madman who wished to carve me up with a machete. Oh, how I longed for the shelter of the East Village as I ran past lanes of honking traffic to save myself from a brutal carve-up. Safe at last, I thought when, back in New York, the taxi pulled up to my downtown tenement. And yet, only a month later I found myself standing on my rooftop, watching the World Trade Center disintegrate some twenty blocks away. Two days later a patron at a Manhattan bar wondered aloud if I were a member of al-Qaida 9no) and wanted to blow him up (yes). ‘I don’t like you,’ he said. ‘You’re funny-looking.’ So much for safety through heterogeneity.

Despite the events of September 11, I am still less despised in America than elsewhere. It may be a cliche, to say that America’s diversity is its greatest asset. New York and Los Angeles, hugely imperfect as they may be, are the world’s true multicultural cities, while burgs like Berlin or Rome, seem, well, German and Italian, respectively. Don’t get me wrong: I leave America whenever I can (in fact, I am writing this from the relative safety of a fourteenth-century signal tower in the Tuscan hills). The messianic mission of America’s fundamentalist government, the fundamentalist nature of our messianic populace, the stealthy fusion of church and state, leaves little room for an agnostic thinking person outside of several East Coast and West Coast area codes. Multiculturalism aside, I prefer Joschka Fischer to Colin Powell. But when my feet hit foreign ground, when the man at immigration wants to desperately to spit into my eyes, when the continental sun grills my skin a touch too olive, I worry.

I want to live.


  • 2 Responses to “Diversity is Good for Jews: Gary Shteyngart”

    1. apollonian Says:

      Sociologic Problem, Cultural Solution: Spengler and Constantine
      (Apollonian, 21 Mar 06)

      Yes, this stupid Jew destruction of goyim is well demonstrated in Professor Kevin A. MacDonalds works, “Culture of Critique, ” etc. Elders are persuaded it’s okay to bring in the foreigners as it will build the tax-base by which they’re paid off by oligarchal conspirators and masterminds. The elders really get very little out of it all but a perverted (most often drugged) existence as they see their own offspring are betrayed, many of them willing to go so much further as to enforce the empire, breathing in depleted uranium dust as they do so. Hubris is suicide, and Jews are the parasites who capitalize in the Spenglerian “Decline of the West.”

      The present Western hubris is many-faceted, but perhaps most of all defined by the Pelagian moralist heresy (delusion-fallacy of “good-evil”), this then built upon a delusional subjectivism, aggravated by Talmudism.

      CONCLUSION: We certainly need a Constantinian-style (Roman emperor, early 4th cent.) revolution in culture, a great RATIONALIZATION, which will undo heresy and its destructive effects upon the West. Honest elections and death to the Fed. Apollonian

    2. N.B. Forrest Says:

      Nothing a generous dusting of quicklime wouldn’t solve.