Now she is set to release a memoir in which she makes an assertion parallel to that of the gender-fluidity crowd: that race is an abstract construct, and therefore relative, and therefore a matter of individual declaration rather than DNA:
For crying out loud.
I am a musician and a music historian. I count Will Marion Cook, Fletcher Henderson, Duke Ellington, John Coltrane, Wes Montgomery and Oscar Peterson among my heroes. I have taught university courses in African-American music. I have written a novel that celebrates the vibrancy of late-1940s America and black cultural contribution as the reason for that vibrancy.
But not for a minute do I assume that merely pretending my pigmentation is other than it is to be some kind of right.
There is a natural architecture to the created universe. We are to fit into that architecture by engaging it with awe and reverence.
Denial of it is madness.
It will be interesting to see what kind of critical reception Dolezal's tome gets. Whether venues that have some kind of track record of being sympatico to whatever degree with this we-get-to-define-ourselves nonsense demonstrate at least a modicum of sanity and call her out for her hallucinatory stance will tell us much about whether there is any hope left for the spiritual state of this nation.