Ta-Nehisi COATES | Tony Judt has the courage to look dead-eyed at ideology and all its limitations without lapsing into nostalgia or cynicism. The writer Jake Lamar once called this “ice-water vision.” If I could cultivate any intellectual quality, outside of curiosity, it would be Judt’s “ice-water vision.” I am often asked for solutions to many of the problems I raise. Almost as often I demur. That is because I am increasingly convinced that my particular great problems don’t actually have solutions, that the ultimate answer is “Game Over: You Lose” or more specifically “Race War: Whites Win. Again.”
This is not an inducement to anarchy. If I am not convinced that there is a “solution,” I am even less convinced that the only reason to live one’s life honorably is to contribute to a “solution.” I will not determine my ultimate worth by the direction of people who I do not know. Whatever happens to my people, whom I hope rise, prosper and then promptly disappear into America, whatever happens to white supremacy, which I hope falls, perishes and then is ever etched as a warning to the world, these explorations and efforts were worth it because they belong to me.
I was improved. I hope the world was too. But that was never really up to me.