A bibliography is nice, but it's not necessary. Professors with their heads entrenched in their proverbial backsides use lengthy historiographies to conceal the inanity of their current inquiries, as though it means something that your paper traces its lineage through the fourth tertiary branch formation of the tree that sprang from an acorn dropped by someone who lived across the street from the guy who used to trim Freud's hedge. Case histories are the bandwagon that justify prescribing someone poison just because everyone else is doing it; abey your judgment, set aside your humanity, obey the inexorable pull of official history, and order that prozac be imbibed and a guy with arthritis and his third joint possession get life in Pelican Bay.
Marx might've had something to say on the subject, but it doesn't matter if he was right. It's funny trivia if he was, but so too with Nostradamus, and equally irrelevant to the case at hand, unless he was in fact the Son of God or otherwise imbued with the spiritual power to return to the now and begin busting the heads of management. And I think that's a point that Marx would agree with about himself--his personal irrelevance to the issues at hand--except that it would be hypocritical to explain why, because the point is the point and not whether or not I correctly interpreted the revised translated passage which may potentially affirm my point of view about his take on the point.
The intellectual trend of citing to authority was the seed planted by the Torah and Aristotle, which attempted to control future thought. Writing allowed the words of dead men to live on beyond the willingness of living men to tell and remember their stories. "Civilization" is built upon the first computer scientists to program, in cuneiform v. 2.0, the mass neural code that created, and still maintains at heart, our caste systems. Why do we keep going back to it? Presented with quantity of natural gas X, quantity of guns Y, and the population's desire for Z quantity of chicken stew, do we really need to review our Plato before appointing a city manager, and zoning in the farms, the gas plant, and the grocery store? (Let alone asking whether there should be such a manager, farm, plant, or store?) No, not really, but for thousands of years, we've believed we had to. If all accepted thinkers are required to first recite what they know about what dead men said before being taken seriously, then like zombies, those old viewpoints can never be recycled, and new ideas will be forever chained to them. We shouldn't discard history; we should, though, divorce the boundaries of our imaginations from anything anyone ever wrote.
It isn't that a non-white person couldn't write something about zombies taking over the world. It's not like that. It's not like it couldn't spring from a female mind, either. If you strapped into a few billion chairs every single human on the planet who both didn't have a phallus and couldn't be considered white, rolled them into an ageless zone, and ordered them to type on typewriters until the end of time, at some point around 4,700 C.E., you might get a few of the wealthier Asian American girls to generate something like a zombie apocalypse story.
Barring that, what is the obsession white men have with zombie stories? Is it that sense that, deep down, everyone else is unable to communicate with them except via killing? Is it that they never really understood Mary Shelley, so when it comes time to describe the villain, they fill in the square next to "drools/comatose" and cross out the rest of the lines? Official policy is we don't negotiate with the undead.
(If we'd only built the walls higher, and killed more sand niggers ahead of time, the One True Zion would've been spared desecration by the subhumans who were already trying to destroy it anyway. Or, take anything you like at the mall, don't pay for it, but realize that dry goods aren't spiritually fulfilling anyway? I really could have survived in the jungle if I'd wanted to, since look at me outlast the zombies using canned food. Also, dating has gotten easier with less competition, yada yada.)
The noble dance of the pampered, proving that they'll rule and solve the wasteland they created. Aren't you glad you have our patronage? Without our power grid, this is what life looks like. The
The Hobbesian bullshit fantasy is directly contradicted by the equilibrium that grass, droppings, herbivores and carnivores come to without the interference of homo sapiens--that's a strong fantasy. See? See how glad you are I'm in charge? Without me, it's just eat and die! So go make me a sandwich.