Late Thursday evening I was sitting in the downstairs study working. I could hear, but not see, the TV in the living room. Mrs. D was watching the Conan O’Brien show.
In his monologue O’Brien mentioned the story out of the Census Bureau that deaths now exceed births among non-Hispanic whites in the U.S.A.
When they heard him say that, the studio audience broke out in cheers and applause.
I didn’t get up from my chair to go look, but as I recall, Conan’s studio audience is solidly non-Hispanic white. So they were applauding the decline of their own stock.
What an odd thing! Is there any precedent in history for such a widespread general ethnomasochistic joy?
I imagine the moving thought here—though I doubt it rises to the level of actual conscious thought—is something like: “Oh, good—soon there will be no more of that horrid race business! Coffee-colored world! We’ll all be cool together, like me and my hipster pals!”
Well, maybe. Or maybe not.