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One of the more unusual elements to questions like these is how often the participants deny the already-is and act like we are debating the ought-to-be. Racism isn't nearly so strongly the position of white nationalists so much as the air we all breathe and the fashion in which the world functions. China is for the Chinese and is wildly racist against dark-skinned people, for example. Look at India. When other posters comment something like "we seem to exist in society fine", this observation to large extent discounts how little we coexist at all. Dark-skinned people are and have always been heavily segregated from lighter skinned people. People cite absurd exceptions like the occasional time and place or circumstance, like Barack Obama, or some quantity of multicultural aristocrats existing during the Roman Empire, but the bulk of ethnicities in the world are segregated. Black people in the United States lost half their wealth in the financial crash of 2008-2009, and barely anyone discussed it. There is a heavy amount of normalization going on constantly within race itself: black people didn't talk about it, either, and they didn't bring consequences upon the Democratic party.

People like Jared Taylor both are and aren't excessive, unnatural freaks, depending on your philosophical position. They are people who awkwardly speak out loud what everyone is thinking, and take the fact that everyone is thinking the same thing to an even more excessive and immoral position. Like most outcasts and extremists, Jared Taylor uses everyone's alienation from their own thought as a justification or solution for his own alienation and malcontent. In other words, his argument is sound but his position isn't. And society's reaction is much like a public debate on spanking: everyone did it and probably it was dealt with as a fairly ordinary thing for all of human history (lightly abusing children, that is), but because we fear abusing children so broadly, the subject is spoken of in hushed tones and with terror or approbation.

Why? Well, it's just how we're built. This is how we view morality, we abuse the abuse, we run from the category itself. We abolished child labor, and we have no great cogent argument for why adults should do the same nightmarish jobs we protect children from, nor why adults and children are OK to take those jobs overseas from us; nevertheless, we cannot speak rationally about the subject. Children can and do participate in labor when the need is there. Yet naturally we are obsessed with them as a receptacle of our goodness. And now, as our divorce rates are high and we have less children, we tell ourselves we figured it all out morally, because we don't now allow 14 year olds to have children or "serious relationships". So it goes with race: we want to be Good, so we want racism not to exist, and we mistake that argument for Not Being Racist. Someone like Jared Taylor disturbs people by basically inverting that position, concluding something bizarre like Racism Definitely Exists and Endures, So It Must Be Important.

What in the hell is my point? Basically, if you want to do better philosophy, stop talking and thinking about racism like it's this weird proposal placed freshly on the table and start recognizing how ubiquitous and successful it always is as an underlying framework for the world already. Racism cannot be "justified" - it is one of the pillars of our very existence. Racism needing justification is a statement as unusual as suggesting sex needs justification. Like sex, racism is something which, under various circumstances and to varying degrees, quite simply is.

Have you ever read that traffic jams are caused by an additional 10-20% of traffic, not by what we suspect, which is something more like a 200% increase? It's just the additional fractional amount which slows everything down. I think of racist ideologues the same way. Their position is generally something like 10% more racist than everyone else's. Which is why they are the thermometer reading of a constant ongoing problem (civilization and resource management and encroaching threats of ethnic/nationalist war) much more than they are "wrong" or "insane".

The cure for racism isn't anti-racism. The cure is having enough abundance to allow people to pretend racism doesn't exist.

I just came across this subreddit, and it made me remember a tale from my younger days as a boy of just 16 years old.

Just for context, my younger sister is around 8 years younger than me, and she was (not anymore though) a VERY spoiled child. My parents, who'd always wanted a girl, were super-protective of her, and only wanted the best for their little princess, so she grew up with whatever she wanted. This incident happened when they were both out of the house, and it was the turning point I guess.

Mom and dad were out of the house, and my little sister wanted her hair oiled and massaged. She came up to me while I was doing the dishes and this is basically what happened.

Sis: Hey, I want you to call mom and get her to come home, because I want my hair oiled.

Me: (knowing that mom and dad are actually out on a date right now) Uh, I think they're actually pretty busy with some important work outside, so she won't come home and I can't disturb her, I'll do it instead.

After a few tantrums, in which I didn't budge an inch, she finally relented.

Sis: (snarkily) Fine, you do it instead.

Me: Sure thing sis, brb.

I went to the bathroom and brought coconut oil for her, and you can guess what happened next.

Sis: COCONUT OIL?! Yuck! I want the jasmine oil that mom uses!

Me: "Checks the bathroom" Sorry sis, but there's none of that in the house, this is the only thing we have.

Sis: Oh yeah? And what's that? "Points to shelf holding a bottle of the brand of jasmine oil that mom uses"

Me: But that's not-

Sis: It is, and if you don't use it, I'll tell mom and dad that you were mean to me while they were gone.

Me: Alright, if that's what you want.

She smugly watched me bring the container. I handed it to her.

Me: There's just barely enough to be used, you'll have to pour it directly on to your head. My hands are shaky and I don't want to get oil on your clothes.

Sis: What? Fine, give it.

She turned the bottle upside down over her head, only to realize a few seconds later that something rather smelly and sticky was covering her hair and dripping on to her body.

Sis: What's this?! This doesn't feel or smell like Jasmine oil!

Me: That's because it isn't, it's old sewing machine oil. Mom used this bottle to hold the sewing machine oil when it's own container cracked.

Sis: But you didn't-

Me: I tried to, but you refused to listen to me. Come on, I need to give you a bath, there's no way you'll be able to get that stuff off on your own. I'm gonna need to scrub your hair properly to remove the oil.

I don't know how for sure how she must have felt being given a bath by her elder brother, I wouldn't think she was humiliated, but I DO know that the painful scrubbing that followed taught her a good lesson.

Edit: To a lot of people who find the idea of Mixed Bathing horrendous and/or weird, this was a common practice between family members where I spent my childhood.

Edit 2: I washed my sisters hair and then left for tuition.

Edit 3: To everyone arguing about what age my sister and I fought at, I said that she was sent to live with me a few years after I moved out, and that I moved out when I was 24 years old. She came to the US when she was 18, and I was rather new there as well. If you do the math, that would make me 26 years old at the time.