Once Aryan Skynet Goes Live It Doesn't Matter Who Pulled The Switch
Pop music historian and mafia chronicler Nick Tosches, in his anecdotal study Save the Last Dance for Satan, captures the value of the ethnic neighborhood in a passage that warrants quotation at length:
[…] as the Church comprises many churches, so the neighborhood – I can not capitalize the initial n no matter how strongly effect and meaning entice me to do so, for, here, to exalt the word would be to misrepresent the thing – comprises neighborhoods beyond number. This is not an idle analogy: the neighborhood is, or was, the embodiment of a spiritual ethos as supernal and puissant in reality as that of the Church in theory. As every neighborhood was a parish, and every parish was a neighborhood, so together they have died.
The true gauge of the freedom of any community is the measurement of the degree of equality by which the fruits of malfeasance are shared by the rulers and the ruled, the cop on the beat and the man or woman on the street. The essence of democracy, as of capitalism, is corruption. Only when the criminal in blue and the criminal in mufti, the peddler and the priest and the alderman and the drunkard – only when they are neighbors of common root and conspiracy is any neighborhood safe for the old lady on the stoop on a hot summer night; only then is there true charity, only then is there a justice that is real, and only then is there life in the air. As the social clubs close, so the churches empty. This is fact, not metaphor.
These may sound to some like words beyond good and evil, but not to one who was to the neighborhood born.1