Many Are Cold, but Few Are Frozen

David Lawrence's personal blog

The Unbearable Whiteness of Being

Not long ago, I was walking along a crowded street in the center of Kiev. There were hundreds of people there, and I blended in perfectly. After four years in Asia, where I am instantly recognized as a foreigner, it was odd to be so much like everyone else. Nobody paid any attention to me at all. Sometimes Americans in Kiev can be spotted by the way they dress, but not me: I surrendered management of my wardrobe to my Ukrainian wife years ago. I walked through the crowds unseen, like a ghost. It was the closest I've ever been to being invisible.

My ancestor, an Englishman without a trace of Mongolian DNA, poor fellow

It was then that I noticed that Kiev, this city of three million people, the capital of one of Europe's biggest countries, is entirely white. Every person I saw - shoppers, bus drivers, salesgirls, street-sweepers, burger-flippers, businessmen, bank clerks - was white. My eyes hunted for an Asian or an African face in the crowds, but there were none to be found. It is the absolute opposite of New York.

I watched them, these people like me, pinched, pale, and doughy, and marveled at how unattractive we are. All I could see were big, lumpy heads, beak-like noses, sunken eyes, thin lips and sickly, pale skin. And these people are Slavs, the best-looking white people there are.

My theory is that Mongol invaders are responsible for this; wherever they went, they left their genes behind, leaving the local population better looking than it was before. If you don't believe it, just look at people from western parts of Europe, where the Mongols didn't reach. You can only wonder how western Europeans can get excited enough to reproduce. Maybe Western colonialism wasn't about controlling resources or trade routes, maybe they were just trying to escape their genetic destiny.

Luckily, many people do not share my views on beauty. Indonesian girls praised my white, hairy skin and long nose (they love pointy noses for some reason), and Mongolian guys tell me they think blonde girls are hot. I prefer the sharp features of Mongolians or the delicate beauty of Indonesians. What this means is that humans will keep mixing, which, I think, will be good for everyone.