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Monday, March 9, 2026

The Unmarked Default: How Western Religion Wrote Dominator Hierarchy Into the Source Code of Reality

 



by Wil Guilfoyle

The “unmarked default” in the Western world is whiteness. Whiteness requires no qualifier be added. When you Google “women” or “men,” the results look a bit more diverse now because Google tweaked its algorithm after years of criticism for serving up overwhelmingly white faces, and the current image grid performs diversity with the enthusiasm of a corporate training video. Progress, supposedly.


Still, when you open a magazine, turn on the news, or look at any major advertising campaign, the runways, the covers, the anchor desks, the faces selling us cars and watches and perfume are still overwhelmingly white. Google learned to curate a better image, but the culture it indexes didn’t change nearly as much.


When we search “actors,” we see some Black faces now too. But when you keep scrolling, where are the Asian actors? Where are the South Asian actors? Ke Huy Quan and Michelle Yeoh both have Oscars, but they’re nowhere in sight. The algorithm can only reflect what the industry reinforces, and Hollywood has spent a century reinforcing a world where whiteness needs no announcement.


Whiteness is only the most visible output of a deeper program, though. Beneath it runs code that decided whose bodies could be owned, whose land could be taken, and who gets to strip-mine the planet.

This isn’t accidental, it’s a feature of a much older operating system, one that wrote hierarchy into the structure of the sacred itself: God over creation, man over nature, man over woman, chosen over unchosen, civilized over savage. Whiteness is a late iteration of this program, but the source code is ancient.

I didn’t learn about race from a textbook. I learned it by immersion and by contradiction.


I grew up a white kid in what people politely called a “low-income neighborhood,” and what everyone who lived there called the ghetto. From birth through high school, my closest friends were of color. I slept over at their houses, ate at their tables, played the same video games, listened to the same music, and laughed at the same jokes. I experienced Black, Mexican, and Filipino culture not as an observer but as a friend and guest. These weren’t “diverse friendships” in the sanitized way that phrase gets used now. They were my only close friendships.


Then I’d come home.


Home was a white household suffocating under addiction, abuse, and the kind of casual racism that uses the “n-word” regularly and always as a slur. My family didn’t think of themselves as racist, though they were. Their racism was room temperature. It was the default.


So I grew up bilingual in a sense, fluent in two Americas that shared geography but almost nothing else. And that dual fluency made me hypersensitive to something most white people never have to notice: the way whiteness operates as an invisible norm, structuring reality while pretending to be neutral.


I’ve spent my life since then as a kind of cultural archaeologist, digging through the sediment of human thought: Socrates to Dewey, the Tao Te Ching to Korean Zen, Ken Wilber’s integral theory to Leonard Shlain’s work on how the alphabet itself rewired human consciousness toward patriarchy.


A fish doesn’t know what water is until it’s experienced another environment. Leaving America and living and working in several countries, combined with my studies of history, mythology, psychology, and anthropology, introduced several different environments for me to gain the distance necessary to view civilization from a wider perspective.


Everywhere I dig beneath Western civilization specifically, I keep hitting the same bedrock: a mythological source code that positioned certain humans as the default model and everyone else as variations, deviations, and afterthoughts.


In 1967, Lynn White Jr., a history professor at UCLA, published an essay in Science magazine called “The Historical Roots of Our Ecologic Crisis.” It became one of the most cited articles in environmental history, and its argument remains incendiary.


White’s thesis got straight to the root: the ecological crisis isn’t a technological problem. It’s a religious one. He focused on Christianity, but the underlying logic extends further. Judaism, Christianity, and Islam all operate from the same myth: humanity as separate from and superior to nature, granted divine dominion over every living thing.


“Christianity,” White wrote, “is the most anthropocentric religion the world has seen” (White 4). The Genesis story, for instance, established a cosmos designed explicitly for human benefit: God created light and darkness, earth and sea, plants and animals, and finally Adam, to whom he granted naming rights over every creature, establishing hierarchy through language itself. Eve came later, almost as an afterthought, to keep man from loneliness. Woman, the myth states, was brought forth from a man’s body, not the other way around. Nature existed to serve, men existed to rule, and the template was set.


White traced how this worldview dismantled the older pagan animism that had once protected the natural world. In antiquity, every tree had its spirit, every spring its guardian, and every hill its genius loci. Before you cut down a tree or dammed a brook, you had to reckon with the sacred presence dwelling there. Christianity systematically destroyed these beliefs, desacralizing nature, draining the divine from the material world, and concentrating all spiritual significance in the human, specifically in the human’s relationship to a transcendent God.


“By destroying pagan animism,” White observed, “Christianity made it possible to exploit nature in a mood of indifference to the feelings of natural objects” (White 4).


The environmental crisis, in this reading, is the logical output of a program running exactly as designed.


But here’s what White didn’t fully explore: the same source code that placed humans above nature also placed certain humans above others.


The hierarchy didn’t stop at the species line. It continued inward, fracturing humanity itself into those who more fully embodied the “divine” image and those considered primitive, existing closer to nature itself. The same theological logic that granted man dominion over nature granted certain men dominion over other men and over all women.


Consider the architecture of Genesis more carefully. God creates Adam in his own image. Eve is created from Adam; derivative, secondary, an auxiliary to the main project. This detail is foundational code. Paul builds on it explicitly in his letters: “the head of every man is Christ, and the head of the woman is man” (1 Cor. 11:3). The hierarchy is cosmic, divinely ordained, woven into the structure of creation itself.


And when European Christians encountered peoples who didn’t share their faith, their technology, or their phenotype, this same logic provided ready-made categories. These people weren’t fully human in the way Europeans were human. They were considered “savages.” They were closer to nature, and Christians already knew what nature was for. It existed to be dominated, used, and exploited. The Doctrine of Discovery, which provided the legal and theological justification for European colonization across the Americas, Africa, and the Pacific, was set out by popes and was an application of Christian thought, not a departure from it.


Whiteness didn’t emerge from nowhere. It was constructed, and the blueprints were theological.


Watch enough Hollywood films and you’ll see this architecture in action, even now, even in movies that consider themselves progressive.


Take Forrest Gump, still considered one of the great American films three decades after its release. Forrest’s world is overwhelmingly white: his mother, his love interest Jenny, his shrimping business, his hometown, his destiny. The one significant Black character is Bubba, his Army friend, whose dream of the shrimping business Forrest inherits and fulfills after Bubba dies. The friendship was genuine. But Bubba exists to serve the white Forrest’s character development and economic success. Even in death, Bubba’s dream exists to enrich the white protagonist’s story.


This is the pattern: Black characters can orbit the white protagonist, can offer wisdom or sacrifice or comic relief, and can populate the edges of the frame. But the main character’s primary relationships remain white. The story being told is understood as the story, not a story, certainly not one perspective among many. It is the default narrative, with everyone else as a supporting player.


The Help tells a story about Black maids through the eyes of a white journalist. Green Book tells a story about a Black pianist’s experience of racism in the Jim Crow South through the eyes of his white driver. The Blind Side tells a story about a Black football player through the eyes of the white family who saved him. Even when Black experience is the nominal subject, white perspective remains the unmarked camera angle, the default consciousness through which we’re invited to see.


And the pattern holds beyond historical dramas. The Marvel Cinematic Universe, the most dominant mythological project of our era, perpetuates the unmarked default. Count the films led by white protagonists versus anyone else. Black Panther was treated as a cultural event precisely because it was an exception. A blockbuster with a massive budget centering on Black characters, Black aesthetics, and Black imagination still registers as a departure from the norm rather than one option among equals.


The Lord of the Rings is one of the most beloved trilogies in cinematic history. There’s not one single non-white face, except for the orcs and the Easterlings and Haradrim, who fought for the evil Sauron. Just dark-skinned evil beings fighting against the white heroes. This is a mythical land with completely made up creatures. There is absolutely no reason why every single main character needs to be white. It’s a tragedy that people of color were kept out of participating and leading in the creation of this most beloved series of films.

In The Matrix, Morpheus, one of the greatest characters in cinematic history, was a peripheral character for a white hero. Star Wars had Lando as a peripheral character among white heroes. This is why it was significant when Black actors moved out of the niche blaxploitation genre and into the mainstream with actors like Denzel Washington and Will Smith leading major franchises as heroes. Still, we only get a mainstream film with Black heroes leading the charge once in a blue moon, even today. Characters of color are almost always satellites orbiting white protagonists.


The default remains. The source code is still running.


The unmarked default operates most powerfully where it’s least visible. That’s the nature of defaults. They disappear into the background, becoming the invisible standard against which everything else is measured.


This is why Google image searches reflected what they did for so long, and why the fix required deliberate intervention. The algorithm wasn’t racist in any intentional sense; it was pattern-matching against the vast corpus of existing images, texts, and links that already encode whiteness as the norm. When millions of web pages use “beautiful woman” to describe white women without qualification, and “Black beautiful woman” or “Asian beautiful woman” only when race is being foregrounded as a specific attribute, the search engine learns that whiteness is the unmarked case. It learns that whiteness is what “woman” means until told otherwise.


The same logic shapes AI image generators, which notoriously default to white faces when given racially unspecified prompts. It shapes spell-checkers that flag African American names as errors. It shapes voice recognition systems that struggle with non-white accents. Every new technology we build inherits the biases of the data it’s trained on, which means it inherits centuries of accumulated assumption about who counts as the default human.


The arbitrary limits and hierarchies of the past are now automated.


Leonard Shlain, in The Alphabet Versus the Goddess, argued that the very technologies of literacy and linear thinking restructured human consciousness in ways that privileged masculine over feminine, abstract over embodied, and domination over partnership. The shift from image-based to alphabet-based cultures correlated, he pointed out, with the rise of patriarchy, the suppression of goddess worship, the subjugation of women, and the emergence of the monotheistic male-centric religions that would shape Western civilization (


The Torah, the Bible, and the Quran installed a new operating system for human culture, one that encoded hierarchy into the structure of the sacred itself. God is one, God is male, God grants dominion to man over nature and over women, and to certain men over others. These assumptions became so foundational that they stopped being assumptions at all. They became the invisible architecture of reality, the structural armature upon which every Western and colonized culture has been built ever since.


This is what I mean by source code. Not conscious ideology, but the deeper layer of inherited myth that shapes what we can even imagine as normal, natural, or possible. Most people walking around today don’t consciously believe that white people are the default humans or that nature exists to be exploited or that women are derivative of men. But they don’t have to consciously believe it. The code is still running. It’s in the structure of our stories, our search results, and our gut-level sense of what a “regular person” looks like.


And you can’t patch this with representation initiatives or diversity trainings, any more than you can fix a corrupted operating system by changing the wallpaper. You have to go deeper. You have to look at the source code itself and ask whether it’s worth saving.


I don’t think it is.


Any religion or ideology still running on this ancient architecture, any system that encodes human supremacy over nature, male supremacy over female, or one race’s unmarked centrality over all others, needs to be recognized for what it is: malware. It comes with beautiful cathedrals, profound poetry, and millions of sincere adherents. It’s still malware, nonetheless.


Here’s one way to recognize it: malware doesn’t survive on its merits alone. These mythologies have persisted not because they’re self-evidently true, but because they’ve been enforced through the threat of eternal damnation, the promise of infinite torture for the crime of disbelief. Strip away the hellfire, and how many would still be running this software?


The structure is familiar: the logic of an abuser who keeps his partner trapped not through love but through fear, not through truth but through the threat of what happens if she leaves. Any system that requires terror to maintain itself has already confessed its own illegitimacy.


Delete it. Write new source code. History only repeats what the code tells it to. Change the code, change what history repeats.


The target here isn’t spirituality or meaning or the human need for transcendence. The target is these particular stories, these specific inheritance chains that have brought us accelerating climate collapse, centuries of slavery and colonialism, and a world where you still have to add an adjective to be seen.


Lynn White, for all his critique, ended his essay by proposing Saint Francis of Assisi as a patron saint for ecologists, a man who tried to depose humanity from its monarchy over creation and establish a democracy of all creatures (White 5). It was a hopeful gesture, an attempt to find resources for renewal within the tradition itself.


I’m less optimistic. I think the tradition is the problem. I think we need new stories, new source code, new mythological foundations that don’t begin with dominion and hierarchy and the unmarked default of one kind of human. Stories that start from multiplicity, from ecology, from the recognition that there is no default, only difference, only diversity, only the endless variety of being alive.


The unmarked default was always a lie, a local story pretending to be universal truth. The sooner we name it, the sooner we can begin writing something better.


We need a picture of the cosmos that starts not with dominion, but with belonging. Not with hierarchy, but with kinship. A picture where selfhood and the living world are the same thing, where the ego we’ve inherited, the one built on these lies, gets replaced by a definition of self that doesn’t require dominion to feel whole.


That’s the source code we need now. And writing it will take nerve, because the old program punishes dissent. It always has. But every person who questions gives the next person permission to question too. The bravest people in any era are the ones who step over the line of what’s acceptable so others can see that the crossing is survivable.


The backlash will come. It always does. But every child born into this world deserves a story that includes them from the first page. That world is worth whatever it costs to build.




Works Cited

The Holy Bible, New Revised Standard Version. National Council of the Churches of Christ, 1989.

Shlain, Leonard. The Alphabet Versus the Goddess: The Conflict Between Word and Image.Viking, 1998.

White, Lynn, Jr. “The Historical Roots of Our Ecologic Crisis.” Science, vol. 155, no. 3767, 10 Mar. 1967, pp. 1203-1207. JSTOR, http://www.jstor.org/stable/1720120.




”The Unmarked Default: How Western Religion Wrote Dominator Hierarchy Into the Source Code of Reality” was published on Academia.edu and can be found here: https://academia.edu/resource/work/165012317 or at the download link below.

© 2026 Wil Guilfoyle. Licensed under CC BY-NC-ND 4.0.


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Friday, July 21, 2023

In a Barbie World

 

Kate McKinnon presents the symbols of the polar choice Barbie faces

Barbie turns the plight of women in a patriarchal world into the universality of the quest for enlightenment

by Wil Guilfoyle

July 21, 2023 

Birkenstocks or high-heels? Acknowledge death or live in denial? Seek out who I am or rely on my lover to complete me? These were the questions on my mind before I went to see Greta Gerwig’s new film, Barbie.


Let me start off by saying that FOX News warned me not to go see this film. But I didn’t listen. Now I’m gay and think all kids should transition. Not that I didn’t like the film, but see it at your own risk. 


What stuck out to me about Greta Gerwig’s new creation is the existential theme at the heart of the film. 


Sure, the film is stylish, often times hilarious, has some deep heart, clearly illustrates and defines patriarchy and how it harms both women and men. But it also directly deals with death and the ever-present reality of this looming destiny we all get to enjoy. 


Cultural Anthropologist and intellectual giant, Dr. Ernest Becker, won the Pulitzer Prize in 1974 for his 1973 book, The Denial of Death. This was two months after he died of cancer at the age of 49. 


In the book, Dr. Becker paints a very convincing picture of the world as we know it— inhabited by cultures around the world that deny the existence of death in varying ways, particularly by never really acknowledging it. He posits that all of our wars, fights, battles, fears, suffering, anxiety, and disharmony can be boiled down to our denial of death. 


On the other hand, those who have embraced the reality of the inevitability of their own demise seem to live a life much fuller, much deeper, much realer than the majority. 


Socrates said, “The unexamined life is not worth living.” In my Death and Dying psychology class, my professor said, “The unexamined death is not worth dying.” 


I tend to agree. 


I try not to give spoilers in these film-talk reviews and discussions unless the film’s been out awhile, so I won’t give any details. But I will say that at the heart of Barbie the film is Barbie the heroine awakening to the temporary nature of existence, or, as the Buddhists say, “Change is the only constant.” She’s confronted with death and the reality of growing old and forming cellulite and feeling depressed and existential dread. 


In the mythological story of the Buddha’s birth, the background was that he was born Prince Siddhartha, the son of a great king. Before his birth, his father was told by the oracle that his son would either become a great King or a great spiritual leader. 


Wishing his son to take the throne, he devised a plan to insulate the prince from anything that would steer him toward the spiritual path. So he hid all of the suffering from the palace and the surrounding area. He pushed out the diseased, the aging, and those experiencing any physical pain, so his son wouldn’t see such things and wander into spiritual contemplation. 


As the story goes, one day the Prince strayed a bit far beyond the palace walls and came into contact with an old and dying man. He witnessed this man die, and the reality of death suddenly became real to the Prince. 


The Prince couldn’t stop thinking about the man who died nor the reality of his own coming inevitable demise. Finally, he swore off his birth right and left the palace to go out into the world with one goal in mind: to find the cause of suffering and to be rid of it forever.

 

We all know how the story ends: The Buddha joined a frat, objectified women, and spent the rest of his days playing video games. 


But what the myth illustrates is that the spiritual path, or the contemplative path, is inspired by reality: that we are destined for death and change is the only constant. 


In the film, Barbie has spent her entire life enjoying a perfect and unchanging world reminiscent of the blissful world of a child who has yet to develop the conscious awareness of the difficult realities of life: non-acceptance, growing old, depression, looming death, etc. 

However, once thoughts of these matters arise, she decided to leave her perfect life in Barbie-land and is inspired to go on her own quest. 


Barbie is totally the Buddha in this one. She goes on the journey of her own awakening, and finds her own enlightenment (another word for ‘enlightenment’ can also be ‘insight’). 


I’m being a bit unnecessarily longwinded and pompous, trying to explain to a very hip audience of readers what we all already know about the Mattel created toy called Barbie™—that she was always meant to represent a woman on a quest for, and then achieving, complete, unexcelled Enlightenment


We can all take the leap that the brave Barbie has taken and face reality head on and quest for the Truth of our very own true nature. We can ask, “Who am I?” And we can listen to our own heart for the answer. 


Or we can do as Cypher did in The Matrix and enjoy a fake steak right before getting shot to death with a lightening rifle on the Nebuchadnezzar. 


The choice is ours. 


The End


Oh yeah I forgot….Fuck the patriarchy!







Sunday, January 11, 2015

Just some morning thoughts at this coffee shop on this dreary Sunday:


It really would be a lie to say that when we die we become one with the universe. The phrase itself is misleading. We are already one with the universe. We are already God. That is all God is, is the entirety. Death is the relinquishment of all you thought you were completely. The body is gone. The mind is gone. The thought world has dispensed. All that remains is all that always was. Pure essential everythingness. Allness. Truth. Unification. 


I’m highly reluctant to call all of this “God” or “Love” because those are only words—words that have too many historical connotations that are diluted and mutated into subjective and highly relative ideas within each mind that speaks or thinks these terms. Reality is far beyond these subjective, and thus opposable, ideas. Reality is unopposable. How could reality oppose itself? How could the left hand grab itself? 





The existential bummer, of course, is that we fall deeply in love with the transient world and wish for this subjective experience of beauty, truth, goodness, joy, and bliss to last forever and ever. The bummer comes when we realize that none of it will last—none at all. Most people spend their entire lives avoiding facing this reality. It’s quite an easy reality to come face to face with in large doses of personal solitude. But most people never spend more than an hour or even a day alone. How many of us ever spend a week or month or even year alone? Many Buddhist monks and seekers do. Some people just fall in love with reality so much that despite the many discontenting bummers facing reality can bring, such as the fact of everything being destined for death, nothing can keep the lover of Truth from peering unhindered into the mystery of existence, no matter the inevitable pain, isolation, and waves of despair. My only advice, of course, is to just keep moving forward. The gift is the fact that none of it, not even the existential despair, is permanent. 



If Buddha was anything, he was a stubborn son of a bitch. He was like, “Fuck it! I’m going to sit here and have a good look at reality, and I’m not going to turn away no matter what the fuck happens, no matter how much pain and suffering arises from facing these truths.” And apparently he came out the other side quite contented and accepting of it all. 



We all bitch and complain about the world. But all we bitch and complain about is the suffering, greed, and selfishness that is the result of people not facing reality and going after the existential Truths of life. So as long as we ourselves are avoiding going into the deep, dark, mysterious unknown of it all, we can bitch all we want, but there is nothing going on here but the pot calling the kettle black. I don’t even know what that phrase means.

Edit: In the interest in sharing, I’ll be posting the current Wikipedia info on the phrase “The pot calling the kettle black.”:

The pot calling the kettle black

Proverbial idiom referring to an example of hypocrisy


"The pot calling the kettle black" is a proverbial idiom that may be of Spanishorigin, of which English versions began to appear in the first half of the 17th century. It means a situation in which somebody accuses someone else of a fault which the accuser shares, and therefore is an example of psychological projection, or hypocrisy.Use of the expression to discredit or deflect a claim of wrongdoing by attacking the originator of the claim for their own similar behaviour (rather than acknowledging the guilt of both) is the tu quoque logical fallacy.

pot and kettle both blackened by the same fire

Origin

The earliest appearance of the idiom is in Thomas Shelton's 1620 translation of the Spanish novel Don Quixote. The protagonist is growing increasingly restive under the criticisms of his servant Sancho Panza, one of which is that "You are like what is said that the frying-pan said to the kettle, 'Avant, black-browes'." The Spanish text at this point reads: Dijo el sartén a la caldera, Quítate allá ojinegra (Said the pan to the pot, get out of there black-eyes). It is identified as a proverb (refrán) in the text, functioning as a retort to the person who criticises another of the same defect that he plainly has. Among several variations, the one where the pan addresses the pot as culinegra (black-arse) makes clear that they are dirtied in common by contact with the cooking fire.

This translation was also recorded in England soon afterwards as "The pot calls the pan burnt-arse" in John Clarke's collection of proverbs, Paroemiologia Anglo-Latina (1639).A nearer approach to the present wording is provided by William Penn in his collection Some Fruits of Solitude in Reflections and Maxims (1682):

"If thou hast not conquer'd thy self in that which is thy own particular Weakness, thou hast no Title to Virtue, tho' thou art free of other Men's. For a Covetous Man to inveigh against Prodigality, an Atheist against Idolatry, a Tyrant against Rebellion, or a Lyer against Forgery, and a Drunkard against Intemperance, is for the Pot to call the Kettle black."

But, apart from the final example in this passage, there is no strict accord between the behaviour of the critic and the person censured.

An alternative modern interpretation, far removed from the original intention, argues that while the pot is sooty (from being placed on a fire), the kettle is polished and shiny; hence, when the pot accuses the kettle of being black, it is the pot's own sooty reflection that it sees: the pot accuses the kettle of a fault that only the pot has, rather than one that they share. The point is illustrated by a poem that appeared anonymously in an early issue of St. Nicholas Magazine from 1876:

"Oho!" said the pot to the kettle;
"You are dirty and ugly and black!
Sure no one would think you were metal,
Except when you're given a crack."

"Not so! not so!" kettle said to the pot;
"'Tis your own dirty image you see;
For I am so clean – without blemish or blot – 
That your blackness is mirrored in me."


  • In ancient Greece, mention of 'the Snake and the Crab' signified much the same, where the critic censures its own behaviour in another. The first instance of this is in a drinking song (skolion) dating from the late 6th or early 5th century BCE. The fable ascribed to Aesop concerns a mother crab and its young, where the mother tells the child to walk straight and is asked in return to demonstrate how that is done.
  • The same theme differently expressed occurs in the Aramaic version of the story of Ahiqar, dating from about 500 BCE. 'The bramble sent to the pomegranate tree saying, "Wherefore the multitude of thy thorns to him that toucheth thy fruit?" The pomegranate tree answered and said to the bramble, "Thou art all thorns to him that toucheth thee".
  • Talmud: "Do not ascribe to your fellow your own blemish" (BM 59b).... "a person stigmatizes another with his own blemish" (Kid. 70b).
  • The Mote and the Beam - In Matthew 7:3-5, it is criticism of a less significant failing by those who are worse that is the target of the Sermon on the Mount: "Why do you look at the speck of sawdust in your brother's eye and pay no attention to the plank in your own eye?"

 





The Unmarked Default: How Western Religion Wrote Dominator Hierarchy Into the Source Code of Reality

  by Wil Guilfoyle The “unmarked default” in the Western world is whiteness. Whiteness requires no qualifier be added. When you Google “wome...