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NYTimes accepts my comment

I'm taken aback by the sharp and antagonistic reaction to Dr.James Watson's comments that have been projected by the media as nothing but racist. When taken out of context, it obviously looks so prima facie.

 

When scribes looking for something to goad on came across Dr.Watson's observations, it was just too good to let go. Fanning fervent notions of the intelligentsia, every Tom, Dick and Harry extracted his pound of flesh.

 

Here's my take on the NYTimes article:

It’s strange that the world is so ok with racial discrimination in practice, but will be up in arms when someone even speaks about the variance in innate intelligence of people belonging to different races. Even if statistical observations are overlooked (that show a remarkable skewness in favor of some races or people regarding intelligence), why can’t we at least try to assimilate what Dr.Watson has to say without raising a storm?


Equal treatment of all humans is paramount (commensurate to what is deserved), but does it entail overlooking natural relative deficiencies? If we raise the heckles to Dr.Watson’s innocuous observations, we’ll be unwittingly stunting our own ability to use scientific knowhow like nanotechnology for the betterment of all humans…all in the fanatic name of nominal universal equality.

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