It was another completely normal week here in America. In California, neo-Nazis rallied to the cause of the way-out Kanye West and hung banners from a freeway bridge, saying “Kanye is right about the Jews.” In Washington, DC, the January 6 committee summoned Donald Trump, just before next week’s midterms. In a world of his own, President Biden said that it was “immoral” for states to restrict children’s access to puberty blockers and sex-change surgery.
The Kanye West drama has reached its second phase. First, outrage. Second, reaction. Third, rehabilitation. His agents have dropped him, and so have all his corporate sponsors, including Vogue, Balenciaga, Gap and Adidas, though Adidas were so late to phase two that they risked joining West in phase three, reputational rehab.
The bad news is that it happened at all, but that is hardly news. It’s not even new. Jew-hating is a pathology. I dislike calling it “anti-Semitism”, by the way. That was a euphemism, designed to sanitize something dirty. It also presumes the existence of a Wagnerite fantasy of organized political “Semitism”.
It’s a pathology, so “Judeophobia”, Leon Pinsker’s term, is better. Like all pathologies, it presents sub-clinically and clinically. If it’s subclinical, it’s like a hobby. You might have morbid fantasies of Jewish power, but you’re otherwise able to pass yourself off as normal. If it’s clinical, you are delusional and should be munching on a Diazepam sandwich.