Diversity, American style

October 14, 1999

Look at your life and see how you have filled its emptiness
with people. As a result they have a strangle hold on you. See how they
control your behavior by their approval and disapproval. They hold the
power to ease your loneliness with their company, to send your spirit
soaring with their praise, to bring you down to the depths with their
criticism and rejection. Take a look at yourself spending almost every
waking moment of your day placating and pleasing people, whether they
are living or dead. You live by their norms, conform to their standards,
seek their company, desire their love, dread their ridicule, long for
their applause, meekly submit to the guilt they lay upon you; you are
terrified to go against the fashion in the way you dress or speak or act
or even think. And observe how even when you control them you depend on
them and are enslaved by them. People have become so much a part of your
being that you cannot even imagine living a life that is unaffected or
uncontrolled by them.

I do not accept praise from men. … How can you believe if you
accept praise from one another, yet make no effort to obtain the praise
that comes from the only God?

–Jesus Christ

Welcome to the American imitation of diversity — lemmings
marching in lockstep over the whitewashed Cliff of Appearances, their
souls crashing against the rocky gates of Hell below for all the world
to see.

Diversity in employment means that every Fortune 500 company has its
identical quota of blacks, Hispanics, women, and the sexually uncertain.
Appearances are everything. Human resource managers constantly tabulate
and report, fearful of provoking the powers that be with any display of
originality.

Diversity in education means busing different-colored children from
different-colored neighborhoods to one monolithic, tax-supported school.
Inside, the appearance of diversity reigns
supreme: cookie cutter minds reflected in faces of brown, black, yellow
and white, their thoughts rolled out in the same teaching colleges,
using textbooks written by the same professors, subscribers one and all
to the same politically correct, federally funded grants and studies,
channeled into a common retirement fund. There are a million faces in
the naked school; let’s aim to make sure they all think alike.

Diversity in government is where we have different employment rules
for different-colored people, different definitions of “hate” depending
upon the lifestyle of the victim and irrespective of the
actions of the criminal. And let’s not forget the ultimate in government
diversity: separate laws for the electorate and the elect, until finally
one reaches the uppermost levels of service, where laws against bribery,
extortion, and treason no longer apply.

As a nation we have achieved diversity in truth, so that you may have
your truth and I mine; troublesome facts must all be interpreted or
“normed” to remove their rough edges — so we can
all believe everything — because in the end nothing matters anyway —
as long as the next election returns me to power and generates “four
more years” of mindless sloganeering.

But it is through the miracle of modern, manipulative media that the
true meaning and strength of diversity — many of a different kind,
form, or character — is formed into the monolith of mediocrity. Tribes,
peoples, and nations must be molded together into identically thinking
and acting communities stamped with the officially-sanctioned label of
“diversity.” To achieve that coveted stamp of approval, individuality of
thought, expression, or action must be ruthlessly repressed. Were it
not, we might come face-to-face with ourselves. Slipping on our
mass-produced masks of “diversity,” we hide from our community, our
church, our neighbors, our friends, especially our families, and most of
all ourselves. In unison, we say that we pride ourselves on our
individualism — secure in our boasting because of the sea of
like-minded masks we see all about us. Our God-given self dies daily;
the impostor within grows stronger. As he lives our life for us, we
begin to wonder who we are. And God weeps for His child who never was.

It’s grand preparation for the new world order — the
“one-size-fits-all diversity” crafted by America’s elites as the answer
to God’s untidiness in creating a world full of unique people, groups
and nations. Governments accountable to themselves alone; competition
limited to officially-sanctioned parties and purged of inconvenient
ideas. Mega-mergers making mega-corporations filled with thousands of
employees, all so easily and conveniently controlled by just a few
government regulations and the risk of banishment and economic
misfortune. Education confined within monolithic, bureaucratically
sanctified schools, safe behind a “wall of separation” that excludes God
and parents, yet is uncertain what to do with the sea of evil welling up
inside of it. Add the daily praise of grateful, government-supported
media monstrosities, each with their approved “reality” and “diversity,”
piped into the living rooms of an uncritical public, their lives
stripped of meaning, their souls near to death.

My country, ’tis no longer of Thee.