One of my favorite armchair sports is trying to pinpoint the moment where radical feminism merges with hate. Germaine Greer affords an unusually rich playing field in today's Guardian. The first two of many hateful paragraphs:

The truth is out. Men are much more trouble than they're worth. Sisters are doing it for themselves. Discarded males of all ages loiter in the streets, looking for trouble to get into and finding no lack of it. Male security guards shoot male football fans in Bratislava, male fans howl racist abuse and hurl chairs at each other, males train as suicide bombers, male heads of state stroll about discussing whether they could get away with another shooting war on the women and children of Iraq, and their male flunkies zoom around the world trying to talk other males into joining in. The Beltway Sniper turned out to be a man. And those "children" ejected from school for threatening to kill their teachers are actually boys. It doesn't do to say so. A kind of mad squeamishness prevents us from quantifying the nuisance value of maleness, possibly because if you actually tell men that they are damned nuisances, they are likely to behave even worse.

What can be the root cause of all this male dysfunction? Feminism, that's what. When feminism came along and drew women out from under men, men found themselves in freefall. Liberated women could change their own light bulbs and tap washers and engine oil, so men felt unwanted. Women who could earn a decent living could get their own mortgages and buy houses on their own, so they did and do, in their millions. No wonder men went off in an enormous sulk, refused to do their homework or tidy their rooms, ran round the streets shouting and screaming and writing on walls, balked at committing themselves in relationships, and wandered off into a fantasy world of pornography, sport and grotesquely violent video games. Women made men redundant; redundant tissue inevitably turns malignant.

And then the column wanders off into a long and creepy eugenic screed for why women are biologically superior to men in every respect and why men are, and always have been, "redundant."

Here's the game: substitute "white" and "black," or, if you are feeling trendy, "Muslims" and "Jews" for "women" and "men." Being a traditional type, I've chosen "white" and "black." The results are as follows:

The truth is out. [Blacks] are much more trouble than they're worth. [Whites] are doing it for themselves. Discarded [blacks] of all ages loiter in the streets, looking for trouble to get into and finding no lack of it. [Black] security guards shoot [black] football fans in Bratislava, [black] fans howl racist abuse and hurl chairs at each other, [blacks] train as suicide bombers, [black] heads of state stroll about discussing whether they could get away with another shooting war on [whites], and their [black] flunkies zoom around the world trying to talk other [blacks] into joining in. The Beltway Sniper turned out to be [black]. And those "children" ejected from school for threatening to kill their teachers are actually [blacks]. It doesn't do to say so. A kind of mad squeamishness prevents us from quantifying the nuisance value of [blacks], possibly because if you actually tell [blacks] that they are damned nuisances, they are likely to behave even worse.

What can be the root cause of all this [black] dysfunction? [White supremacy], that's what. When [white supremacy] came along and drew [whites] out from under [blacks], [blacks] found themselves in freefall. Liberated [whites] could change their own light bulbs and tap washers and engine oil, so [blacks] felt unwanted. [Whites] who could earn a decent living could get their own mortgages and buy houses on their own, so they did and do, in their millions. No wonder [blacks] went off in an enormous sulk, refused to do their homework or tidy their rooms, ran round the streets shouting and screaming and writing on walls, balked at committing themselves in relationships, and wandered off into a fantasy world of pornography, sport and grotesquely violent video games. [Whites] made [black] redundant; redundant tissue inevitably turns malignant.

Okay, so the substitutions sometimes cede into nonsense. But that only makes the temper of Greer's "discourse" that much more clear: hers is a discourse of irrational blame and vitriolic hate, a discourse in which one group is described as wholly superior to another group whose inferiority is treated as natural and right, a discourse that quite literally does not make sense--except, insofar, as it participates in the deliberate nonlogic of demonization. And yet it is printed in one of the world's most respected papers, the product of one of the twentieth century's most influential feminists. Its place in that paper speaks to how profoundly respectable hatred of men has become in our enlightened culture, as well as to the role feminism has played in making such hatred a badge of liberal propriety.

The bit about men being malignant tissue says it all. As Greer calls men a cancer on an otherwise healthy female society, so Hitler said that "The Jews are a Cancer on the breast of Germany"; so radical Islamists call Jews a "cancer" on Palestine.

UPDATE: William Sjostrom has more.