Racism: The Art of Making Mountains Out of DNA molehills

Racism: The Art of Making Mountains Out of DNA molehills

A Storm Brewing, Mike Gagnon, 2020, Digital Mixed Media

A Storm Brewing, Mike Gagnon, 2020, Digital Mixed Media

 

In the grand, confusing tapestry that is human behavior, few things are as bewilderingly pointless as racism. It’s like choosing your favorite book based on the font used—superficial, nonsensical, and frankly, a bit embarrassing. Here we are, a species that’s put a man on the moon, yet some of us are still hung up on melanin levels and ancestral zip codes. It’s like flunking kindergarten in the school of basic human decency.

Let’s talk genetics. Spoiler alert: we’re all remarkably similar. If DNA were a book, every human on the planet would share about 99.9% of the same text. That’s right, your genome is more or less a Ctrl+C, Ctrl+V situation from the person you just side-eyed on the street. This makes racism not only morally bankrupt but scientifically illiterate. It’s like arguing over who has the better version of essentially the same Netflix subscription.

Now, in the age of the internet, DNA tests have become the new family pastime, a sort of genetic bingo where people hope to hit the jackpot of exotic ancestry. “Look, I’m 2% more interesting than you!” But let’s be real. The hubbub around these tests often reeks of a desperation to seem unique or to distract from the more scandalous chapters of the family saga. It's like someone loudly declaring they found a royal ancestor when everyone knows it’s just Uncle Bob who once got drunk and bought a fake title online.

This obsession with bloodlines often masks the skeletons in the family closet—like incest and infidelity. “Oh, you’re upset about an immigrant moving into the neighborhood? That’s cute, but let's talk about why Aunt Becky and Uncle Joe’s kids look suspiciously similar to the mailman.” It's a classic case of deflection. Accuse the world of being impure while quietly hoping no one takes a closer look at your own family tree.

Racism, at its core, is a failure to understand basic biology. It’s the equivalent of getting into a fistfight over whether Androids are better than iPhones. In the grand scheme of things, it’s a debate as meaningful as arguing over the best flavor of potato chip. It’s a waste of energy, especially when there are so many real issues that deserve our attention.

In a world teeming with diversity, clinging to racism is like stubbornly using a flip phone in the age of smartphones. It’s outdated, inefficient, and makes you look like you’re trying too hard to live in the past. It’s time we embrace the 99.9% of our DNA that unites us and spend less time squabbling over the 0.1% that makes us uniquely boring.

So, the next time someone tries to stir the pot with archaic notions of race, maybe remind them that we’re all just a bunch of over-evolved primates trying to make sense of a complex world. And perhaps suggest they focus more on their own backyard before throwing stones at others. After all, those in glass houses shouldn't throw stones, especially if their house is more of a rickety glass shack built on the shaky grounds of ignorance and insecurity.

Thanks for reading,
Mike

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