The alarming truth is that hate does not dissolve with time.
And when the times call for something else, white supremacy tends to turn its volume up. When the times call for harmony, overt white supremacy retreats into the fringes and shadows, its knob turned down low, present among the bulk of us only in polite conversation, sidelong glances, disapproving clucks. The only variation through the ages has been its volume-control knob. It has shifted with the passing modes of fashion and style, always nonpolitical, while pretending to be political always immoral, while pretending to align with the loftiest moral goals always seeking to misdirect the spirit of the times while pretending to reflect it. On the contrary, it’s an equal-opportunity taskmaster, and white supremacy has been with us for a long, long time. The alarming truth is that such hate does not dissolve with time.
