He who can destroy a thing can control a thing; orthodoxy and orthopraxis

[john_b_cannon]

A line from Frank Herbert's Dune series.  In the novels, a rare and precious spice exists which is necessary for inter-galactic transportation, extension of human life, and communitarian/ritualistic mind-altering practices.  The spice is clearly meant to be something of an analogue for oil in the Middle East, in the sense that it is a precious

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[john_b_cannon]

The other question, getting back to the specificity of being a white person thinking about race in this context, is, is there something structurally instructive about getting it wrong repeatedly and realizing that you're getting it wrong, about being intellectually humbled because of the blindspot not quite inherent but deeply burned in your position?