Violence keeps the world in line. Get over yourselves, passives.

Every so often, when the behaviour of curebies or normalists gets so obnoxiously bigoted that just reading about it makes my neurochemistry do backflips, I start asking people one question. Why are you not fighting back in some manner? As the example of the Black Panthers who frightened the NRA into supporting a firearm restriction law in 1967 proves to me, even threatening to go around armed makes the norms react with deep, irrational fear.

As Darth Maul put it in one trailer for The Phantom Menace, fear is our ally. I am going to add the following to parts of this speech, which showed far better writing than most of the actual film. You see, fear is a tool. All we need do is find a way to direct it properly. To channel it towards the accomplishment of our objectives, such as they are. As I have stated elsewhere, the reason elderly ladies do not play grabby-feely with taller, heavier men in the one decent part of Australia I can name is because they are reasonably afraid that the taller, heavier man might turn out to have serious emotional issues that motivate him to turn about and knock their head off if they get too grabby on a bad day.

So the elderly ladies in semi-decent places come to an unspoken understanding with that younger, stronger man. It goes something like I will keep within my personal space as much as circumstances allow, and you will do the same. In return, you will not lose your rack and hurt me, and I will not scream out to the police or any bigger, stronger men that happen to be around. And this unspoken understanding is a very symbiotic thing. I follow it because I am very aware that I am a long way from the toughest kid on the block, and the old grannies of Central Western Sydney follow it because they know they are even further from that. Everyone ends up happier and in better harmony with their surroundings as a result.

This principle, whether you like it or not, is what drove the Black Panthers to start carrying guns with them in public. It is a cause and effect relationship at its very simplest. Long ago, the empowered majority encountered a group that was noticeably different to them. Said majority decided that a morally irrelevant feature was, in fact, relevant. Said majority then mistreated that group on the basis of that morally irrelevant feature. That group’s descendants still suffer as a result of that to this day, and the Black Panthers decided that rather than suffer in silence whilst the present-day majority’s sub-military arm mistreated them, they would send out the strongest message that they were ready to fight back.

But Dean, I hear passives cry, black men in places like America are still unfairly targeted for violence and mistreatment by the sub-militia. And that much is true. Ten years ago, when hearing American police reports describing a recent crime, there was a certain sense of uniformity to the overheard reports. “Suspect is a black male”, over and over. Oh, occasionally, if the police in question were from Los Angeles or Texas, they would break it up with the occasional “suspect is a Hispanic male”. But “suspect is a black male” became the police radio’s version of the chorus that pop ‘tards repeat over and over because they are too stupid to come up with anything even Aaron Stainthorpe-level poetic (which, after listening to the My DyING BRIDE albums of the last ten years, is pretty pathetic when you think about it).

Thing is, two forces come into play here. Even if the Black Panthers had not made a public display of the fact that they were willing to start shooting in order to protect their right to be out in public and black, someone would have done it eventually. And as much as I loathe the idea of people having to resort to mass intimidation to protect or assert their rights, I would prefer it be done as an organised group that seeks to keep it organised rather than random. Yes, the Black Panthers were extremists, but they had managerial people who, when contemplating acts of violence, were always thinking several steps ahead about how to twist things back against the oppressor. This one feature is the reason why black Americans are a universe ahead of the autistic when it comes to people respecting their rights. So far as I know, the Ku Klux Klan has never called itself Cure Blackness Now, and if you wonder why I just said that, think about how offensive it must sound to call for black people to be cured of being black, and realise that was my whole point.

I know for a fact that I cannot possibly be the only autistic adult out there who, upon encountering the non-sequitur, circular logic of the curebie, starts to see frightening scenarios in which squadrons of police officers start rounding up autistic individuals and dragging them away to be “cured”. And let me tell you something. It is frightening the first few dozen times you get this feeling. But when you complain about it to passives and they cry at you for being too vigilant, it starts to frighten you to the point of making you ill. Not because it makes the scenario more plausible, but because it adds the worst kind of component. You start to imagine the passive, “pleeeeease accept us, normeh!” all-talk blatherheads sitting amongst the police squads, waving at you, smiling, and telling you to have fun getting murdered. You start to feel that if they are not going to knuckle up and start saying that this kind of behaviour really is not acceptable, they are part of the problem and should be eliminated along with the curebie.

This, of course, is not that different from how your average Black Panther feels about what they call the Uncle Tom. I have to admit, I first became aware of this term through a MAD Magazine panel, in which the Harriet Beecher Stowe novel Uncle Tom’s Cabin was “modernised” as Uncle Tom’s Condo. In order to clarify something, I am going to link to the Wikipedia article here so that one can read a bit of background about said novel. The most pertinent point in said article is this:

In recent years, the negative associations with Uncle Tom’s Cabin have, to an extent, overshadowed the historical impact of the book as a “vital antislavery tool.”

“Uncle Tom” is, in my limited experience, thrown by black men at one another as an insult. It has taken on a similar meaning to the more direct, blunt “house nigger”, and denotes the kind of black man who is content to be a token character in the white man’s household. Leaving out the fact that white people are no longer on board with their ruling class, either, this insult comes pretty close to describing what I refer to Ironside-style as the passive.

The amount of words that have been written about the mechanics of slavery in America would put Tolkien or even King to shame. But a question that many of the white folk who do not sit in the richest one percent of their society should be asking right now is “how the hell did we get these people to not only accept inferior status, but continue accepting it long after we stopped legally imposing it?”.

This is why the civil rights struggle of the black American is my favourite parallel to the civil rights struggle of the autistic. You see, whether you want to admit it to yourself or not, people from Autism Speaks and the curebie movement such as Suzanne Wright and family already know the answer to this question. People do not accept inferior status because they have been bullied, abused, or violated. They accept inferior status because someone in a position of power has expended a lot of effort upon teaching them to think of themselves as inferior. As Bob Hoskins says so well during Danny The Dog (or Unleashed as it is called in numerous territories): get them young enough, and the possibilities are endless.

I grew up in a household where I eventually came to the conclusion that I could discover a universal cure for cancer and I would be told I was baad and how dare I put so many researchers out of work and blah blah fukking blah. That still affects me in some ways today, such as having feelings of how dare I expect to feel the same kind of love from others that normies take for granted. And so forth. But around the time of diagnosis, I also began to see not only myself but the people around me differently. I began to grok, not just understand but grok, that I was not inferior to the monstrous-looking normies around me. No, they were inferior to me, and their attempts to reverse this in my mind through fear, abuse, and intimidation reflected that.

One of the biggest problems autistic adults face today is that when people who have had their consciousness of autism shaped by popular media think of autism, they think in stereotypes. And not stereotypes that have any coincidence with reality, like the archestereotypes you see in the cast of Animal House. No, I mean the worst kind of stereotype. The stereotype that has been deliberately created by the enemy with the explicit intent to make us easier to emotionally dispose of in the mind of the fence-sitter. The more we are thought of as nothing but screaming ninnies who shriek and hit ourselves at the sight of steaming water, the easier it becomes for the ignorant to not care when we are mistreated. That is a major reason why this journal exists. In order to remind the people inclined to fall for this stereotype that they might crap out on the dice roll one day and meet an autistic adult who is inclined to take a bucketful of boiling water and throw it on them.

It is also said by psychologists the world over that the way you speak to your child when they are still a child becomes the voice they think to themselves with when they are adults. Small wonder, then, that the adult me has the voice of a child in the back of his head, constantly telling him what a piece of shit this filthy teacher is before counting all of the ways in which they should be tortured to death. But that is only a small part of the reason why I hate passives to such a degree. No, the best and biggest reason lies in this quote of Carter G. Woodson that I found in Kruma Steward‘s essay about The “Nigga” Identity:

If you can control a man’s thinking you do not have to worry about his action. When you determine what a man shall think you do not have to concern yourself about what he will do. If you make a man feel that he is inferior, you do not have to compel him to accept an inferior status, for he will seek it himself. If you make a man think that he is justly an outcast, you do not have to order him to the back door. He will go without being told; and if there is no back door, his very nature will demand one.

I added the emphasis myself for a reason. Namely, never has a truer word been spoken about what I see as going on in the mind of the autistic passive. You see, the reason the Black Panthers exist as an organisation and were oh-so-happy to wield firearms in public is not simply an act of anti-honky defiance. No, it goes far, far deeper than that. They were, in effect, saying to their racial fellows that begging for any form of equality was futile, and the most effective way to achieve such equality was taking it by force.

This is where the title of this article comes from. In the real world, not the idealised world that exists solely in the heads of passives and passified activists, all property is controlled by only two things. One is called force. The other is called the credible threat of force. As one segment of my favourite biography of Adolf Hitler states so well, the reason he got away with taking so much European territory was because the peoples in the best position to stop him demonstrated a remarkable unwillingness to put forth the required force. Much like the passives of the autistic civil rights movement are painting us all as now. Curebies murder our children. They beg, whine, and plead. Courts excuse the murder of members of our adult population. They beg, whine, and plead. Government bodies hold hearings in which we are talked about in terms that are eerily similar to the “Jewish question”. And you guessed it: they beg, whine, and plead.

Adolf Hitler did not stop murdering people because anyone begged, whined, or pleaded with him. England in particular finally reached a point where they had had enough, and wordlessly told Adolf that for every bomb he dropped on their shores, they were going to retaliate at least tenfold. This, unsurprisingly, is a big part of why English remains the second most widely spoken language in the world whilst German is rarely heard outside of Europe.

A popular strawman used by passives against people who want to fight and leave the negotiation for later is their belief that fighting is all that we want to do. Nothing could be further from the truth. When I was twenty-five, a little over a year prior to diagnosis, all I wanted was to find a little place (in a realistically urban environment, of course) to live out my life quietly, maybe interact with similarly-minded folk, and maybe make a piece of art or two. For public consumption or not, I did not give a shit. But here is the problem. When you learn that a characteristic you can help no more than the birthplace of your grandfather has condemned you to second-class citizenry in the eyes of those around you, it dramatically changes your view of the world around you. You stop thinking about what you want just for yourself, and start to think about other wants. The wants of the people who have sufficient commonality to you, and the wants of those whose stated aim is to remove you and your kind from the world utterly.

It is investigating the latter, especially, that has led me to utterly deplore the passive in all of their forms. During one scene in The Blues Brothers, when the titular brothers are stuck in a minor traffic congestion whilst trying to get through a park, a query to one of the officers policing the traffic reveals that the Illinois Nazi Party won a court case, so they are out marching. Henry Gibson does a superb job of playing their leader. He dials it to just the right tone to be taken seriously as a genuine believer without the viewer wanting to jump into the screen and rip his head off. Calling this a feat for any actor is an understatement, but that is beside the point here. During the scene, Gibson delivers a speech to an enraged crowd where every word would taste like shit in the mouth of an educated actor. I will quote it in full here for a reason:

White men! White women! The swastika is calling you. The sacred and ancient symbol of your race, since the beginning of time. The Jew is using The Black as muscle against you. And you are left there helpless. Well, what are you going to do about it, Whitey? Just sit there? Of course not! You are going to join with us. The members of the American Socialist White Peoples’ Party. An organization of decent, law abiding white folk. Just like you!

Even seeing this film for the first time as a little boy, this speech set my teeth on edge. But here is the thing. Change “The Jew” to “the curebie” and “The Black” to “the passive” (along with the name of the party and the “white folk” bit, of course), and this speech would not sound odd coming out of my mouth. The curebie is using the passive as muscle against us. And the passive is sitting there, looking up at the curebie, essentially saying “yes, masser”, with every absurdity that the curebie tells them to repeat. Well, what are you going to do about it, autie?

Let me change track for a second here. Another big problem, particularly with Americans, is confusion about the covenant we make with the society that we choose to reside in. One of the things we pay taxes for is the unspoken belief that if people aggress against us, whether they be outsiders or insiders to that society, that society will respond with the appropriate force. When an insider tries or succeeds in raping us, murdering us, or battering us, we can go to the police and, with sufficient documentation of our injuries, expect the assailant to be tracked down and punished. When outsiders aggress against us, we can reasonably expect the nation’s armed forces to respond with aggression on our behalf.

Black Americans, however, are an example of where this covenant falls down, and is often broken by the society. In times gone by, black Americans could even expect the nation’s armed forces to be the ones doing the murdering, with no official recourse on their part. Hence why the Black Panthers decided it would be a good idea to go out in public wielding firearms. Every nation in the world with a significant minority population comes up against this problem to one degree or another. Even Japan or Sweden, arguably two of the most civilised nations on Earth, have minority groups who feel less certain that the society will hold up their end of the bargain, and with good reason.

Societies are not monolithic, either. You cannot collect every person within a scrap of land and say that they are all one society. Even the black populations of South Africa in reality represent dozens, maybe even more than a hundred, distinct groups. That is why those in the know refer to South Africa as the “rainbow nation”. Just within Central Western Sydney, the “white” population consists of numerous distinct groups ranging from the Scottish and English to the Italian and Maltese. (And then of course you have groups within these groups, like the autistic.) Expecting a singular government to serve the needs of all these groups or groups within groups, and serve them well, is a setup for disappointment.

Hatred of the passive not only stems from their constant extension of a hand even after being slapped in the face so many times that said face has turned purple on a permanent basis. No. It stems from the fact that when autistic adults who know better suggest that we form a society of our own and go it alone for a while, build ourselves into a position where we can dictate rather than beg for terms, they have the hide to insult and verbally debase us for it.

Were it possible to make them, and only them, pay the price for their passivity, this would be an acceptable position. Unfortunately, neither component of this statement has any truth to it. Passivity will only result in more children being murdered, more slanderous “hearings”, and more unpunished bullshit in the media. Ronald Bass’ ridiculous and harmful presentation of autism will continue to shape public perception.

Meanwhile, black people everywhere, are able to look at Jump Jim Crow, look at how they are presented in films like Iron Sky, and sneer at us whilst asking how that passive begging and pleading for acceptance is working out. Although the Black Panthers are just one component of the reason for that, the relevant point here is that the difference between then and now exists, and whilst all is far from hunky dory for them as a collective, I think they will agree with me when I say that putting portrayals of our two groups side by side shows that they are substantially better off than we are.

And quite frankly, if I have to put a gun in a normie’s mouth and ask him how he would like to be spanked for being baad in order to accomplish that difference as it is today for us, then I have no hesitation about doing so. Your hesitation even in the face of Nazi-like “hearings” that were originally not even going to allow us to speak, passives, is why I am so very sick of the sight of you. Ours is one movement that has a verifiable need to not tolerate the mere existence of Uncle Toms.