Sacred Science. The group’s doctrine or ideology is considered to be the ultimate Truth, beyond all questioning or dispute. Truth is not to be found outside the group. The leader, as the spokesperson for God or for all humanity, is likewise above criticism.
We’re getting to the heart of what makes the American college campus such a perfect SJW boot camp. The previous four items dealt with behavior; this one concerns ideology. And Leftism, SJWism, Maoism, Leninism, whatever you want to call it (they’re all basically the same thing) is an ideology. It’s got an underlying philosophy that is consistent with itself.* It’s even got a kernel of truth to it, as all successful ideologies do.
No, really. We’ve observed here many times that just about every item on the Left’s agenda has some small basis in fact. It’s a form of Gem reasoning, combined with a clown nose on/ clown nose off rhetorical strategy, that turns obvious (indeed, often trite) observations about human behavior into SJW dogma. Like so: We’d all agree, I think, that if you kicked a nice, impeccably PC Millennial American through a stargate and set him up as an Ancient Egyptian pharaoh, in no time he’d start strutting around like a god on earth. Similarly, take a pharaoh, reverse-stargate him onto a modern American college campus, and pretty soon he and his nose ring would be down at the daily protest whining about safe spaces.**
Thus “proving” the Lefty dogma item of your choice: There’s no such thing as race, ____ is a social construction, blah blah blah.
Or not, of course, since everyone recognizes that behavior changes with social circumstances. Move to Boston, and you’ll watch a lot of Red Sox games. Move to the UK, and you’ll gain at least some appreciation for cricket. But watch this: By “valorizing” the game of cricket, by linking it to the “tropes” of Whiteness and power, the Victorian cricket players who ran the Raj in the 19th century made “knowledge of cricket” into one of the behavior norms for aspiring members of the ruling caste — a conscious strategy, in other words, to co-opt the native middle class, who might otherwise realize their own indispensability to the Raj and conspire to overthrow it. So successful was this tactic that cricket is the national sport of India to this day.
I used cricket because no Americans care about it, so the trick is obvious — of course the babus would learn to appreciate cricket, since that was their social group. The pitch (or field or whatever you play cricket on) was the only place they could meet as equals and put aside all those race, class, and cultural divisions that separated them. Playing cricket together was an attempt at social bonding, not some nefarious plot to Anglicize the natives. But you sure can make it look underhanded, especially if you replace “cricket” with “speaking English,” “Christianity,” etc. There’s an entire prestigious field of Cultural Studies called Subaltern Studies that is pretty much nothing but this. Though they don’t know it — since, you know, they don’t read anything but Game of Thrones and Harry Potter — it’s where our SJWs get all that stuff about the raw authenticity of the colored man.
See what I mean? Take an obvious observation about human behavior, sacralize it by assigning Whitey some nefarious motive, lay it out with 50 cent words that you have to memorize to pass the test, and soon enough you’ve got the One True Ring that explains everything. And since to understand is to excuse, now you’ve got a license to riot every time your pwecious widdle feewings get bruised….
*Except in the Great Mystery that all successful religions have. Christianity’s, of course, is “how can a God also be a man?” Leftism’s is: “Man’s social being determines his consciousness… yet I, a man, have so far transcended my social being that I can say verily unto you, no man’s consciousness can transcend his social being.”
**Not really relevant, but the combination of pharaohs and SJWs reminds me of a fun old joke from the USSR: A mummy, obviously a pharaoh, is discovered in the desert, but nobody can figure out who he is. It becomes a matter of national pride, and all the Western nations have a crack at it, but Americans, British, French, they all fail to identify the mummy. In desperation they turn to a team of Soviet Egyptologists, who go into the room where the mummy is stored. Half an hour later they come out and make their pronouncement: “It’s Ramses XXVI.” “How did you figure it out?” the entire scientific community asks. “He confessed of his own accord, the bastard!”