I think that, in terms of the odious Southern Law Poverty Center, alas, it does. I could explain, and explain, that I personally refuse to judge anybody on the basis of such externals as skin color or the size of his buttocks (unless she's a Kardashian); that my loathing of, specifically, the Black, Jewish, Irish-American, and Southern Poor White Trash (including Appalachian and Ozarkian Hillbilly) Cultures does not extend to anyone who is actually in those cultures; that I am resolutely fair-minded and deliberately color blind. True, I really, really hate their music, and I am disgusted by their high opinion of themselves, and appalled by what they think is funny--and I would rather die than sit through a performance of Fiddler on the Roof--but that does not mean that I hate them, or wish them ill, or would object to a child of mine (if I had a child) marrying one of them (Although I might commit violence to prevent a grandchild of mine from being circumcised). Even so, you see, I am pretty careful, while freely denigrating and despising whole Cultures, not to extend my put-down to the Ethnic Groups which unfortunately actually produced those Cultures. And I realize that Mencken was not so careful. But be it said, that having negative opinions about ethnic groups is as nothing compared to the wickedness of being prepared to do them injury, and of this Mencken cannot be accused: He denounced lynching and the Ku Klux Klan, and he proposed to allow the Jews being persecuted in Germany and elsewhere in Europe to emigrate to America and Canada; which, had the immigration authorities of those countries permitted it, might effectively have forestalled the Holocaust.
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I’d suggest that being a huge Mencken fan indicates that he’s your mentor. He helps you learn something about yourself, what you are and what you are not, and this is a process ongoing in yourself.
Which makes the answer to your question a clear ‘no’. I'm not clear who is to be the authority we trust here with their definition of ‘racist’. We need to clarify our minds on the definition, not leave it unsaid.
I venture that aside from the wickedness you mention (wherein ‘injury’ must be understood in its widest and subtlest sense), a racist is not interested in learning something about himself. His loves and hates are unconsciously crafted so as to protect him from such learning. Deep down, almost too deep to imagine, he would be frightened of such learning.
I would ask a simple question, ask it of myself and yourself equally—for I cannot pretend to be a disinterested observer:
‘Do I still have any use for hate and fear of any kind? If yes, what is that use? Surely I don’t have to listen to any music or jokes that I don’t like? Do I have to worry about the threatened circumcision of that grandson I don’t have and cannot have in this life?’
I see nothing to worry about in being a Mencken fan. Seeing him in small slices through quotes in Vincent Torley’s essay, to which you kindly drew my attention, I see him as like one of those outrageous stand-up comedians who compellingly play with our secret thoughts, and make us laugh at them. As do some of your own writings.
The funniest fragment of Mencken that I’ve found so far is this:
‘The Negroes who contribute to this dignified and impressive volume (including Dr. du Bois himself) have very little to say about their race’s wrongs: their attention is all on its merits. They show no sign of being sorry that they are Negroes; they take a fierce sort of pride in it. For the first time one hears clearly the imposing doctrine that in more than one way, the Negro is superior to the white man...’
Yes, and sometimes really, really hating turns to love. Sometimes a Saul changes into a Paul.
‘They show no sign of being sorry that they are Negroes.’
I’m glad to report I have never seen such a Negro, or Negress. Mencken was a prophet.
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