Eschatological urges

Just realized that a lot of the Left’s desire to have their own civil and social world overturned by refugees is not just the neoliberal urge to lower wages and create societal instability in service of weakening worker protections and social cohesion. That bit is just the wish of the panjandrums, like Merkel, not of the general Open Borders crowd.

Before we get to the main event though, let’s talk about the Right. On that side, you have the Christian dominionists who believe that the return of Jesus to earth is nigh. Further, they believe that this event requires an apocalypse — one they are happy to help create in many cases.

That’s the Right’s preferred apocalypse. Let’s talk about the Left now.

The Left has its own unique apocalyptic urges that are not so codified in thousands of years of religious thought and doctrine, but that are present nonetheless.

This Left-y version of cataclysmic ecstasy involves assuaging their omnipresent white guilt by the “evil” mostly-white body politic being overrun and overturned by refugees with their more authentic cultures and the migrants’ deeper (to them) connections to some tradition whose beliefs are unequivocal, uncompromising and unsullied by ratiocination. It’s a variant of the pernicious noble savage ideas, but in this case the nobility of the supposed savage distills from the ability through violence and debasement (particularly of women) to purge all that pent-up white guilt through blood sacrifice and destruction of cultural institutions and mores that nominally once oppressed the refugee.

In other words, like all apocalyptic fantasies and ideation, the refugee becomes an instrument of redemption, cast as both a villain and savior at once — sent by fate and one’s own actions, like Jesus, to expurgate past sins and to build something new from the destruction.

And like all apocalyptic fantasies, it is a childish one that relies on some external transformative agent both by ruination and reduction to reveal who we truly are. In reality, though, who we are is what we do with each day we live.