Curtis Yarvin Compares Africans to Cattle, Cuddles A Soros
Curtis Yarvin has befriended Alexander Soros, son of George Soros and chair of the Open Society Foundation, at a fancy conference in southern Bavaria.
A new profile of Yarvin in the German publication Die Zeit captures Yarvin guzzling wine (and weeping, as he has a habit of doing lately) at an intellectual confab for “distinguished political thinkers” at a five-star Schloss Elmau spa and hotel in February.
Yarvin described Soros as “actually smart,” while Soros described Yarvin as “very nice.” On Saturday, Yarvin posted pictures of himself with Soros, embracing and smiling like the best of friends.
It’s a strange sight—the son of the man long credited as liberalism’s greatest patron, arm in arm with one of today’s leading architects of neofascism. But Yarvin has always had a talent for cultivating men with more money than sense. More on that in a moment.
While researching my book on tech fascism, I came across an especially disturbing podcast interview with Yarvin. During an appearance on the Anglofuturist podcast last year, he swilled beer and laid out a dehumanizing and dystopian vision for Africa:
How should Africa be governed? First, it has to be re-governed. First, you know, the anarchy has to be eliminated, there has to be...Imagine a futurist Africa, Africa in 2100 and there’s a computer...that knows how many Africans there are, down to a single digit, where they are in terms of position—just the way, you know, if you’re, like, a rancher in Wyoming, you know where all your cattle are thanks to modern whatever—you know where all these people are, you know what they’re doing and your goal is for them to thrive as human beings without breeding too much. Like, you know, what a vision right? You know, like, imagine restoring order to South Africa. You don’t need to make South Africa all white to restore order to South Africa. You just need governance.
(Note: The YouTube transcript says “without breathing too much,” but I believe Yarvin actually says “breeding,” which makes more sense in this context. In any case, it’s a distinction without a difference.)
The racism is in-your-face and designed to provoke outrage. But notice the tech fascist structure underneath it: Africans compared to cattle, their movements tracked by computer, their reproduction managed by an external authority. Their human dignity and sovereignty dissolved into what Yarvin blandly describes as “governance.” It’s a fascist colonial fantasy—Yarvin calls it “neocolonialism”—in its purest, most technocratic form.
He suggested another target for the same treatment: West Oakland. His “neocolonialism” solution for the historically Black neighborhood entails allowing the Chinese government to impose an authoritarian surveillance regime:
So we basically cede West Oakland and it becomes extraterritorial under Chinese law. And then Chinese like police, you know how in Beijing they have the police officers with like the white gloves... and so, basically, like, if there's any sort of — you know—it’s under Chinese law, enforced by Chinese security forces—so if there’s any bad bad behavior and then, you know, the guys in white gloves are like they blow the [whistle] and they're like right you know like jaywalking right. I mean first of all anything involving both Asians and African-Americans is inherently amusing, number one fact, and it’s just how it is I don’t make the rules...
Yarvin imagined a future West Oakland where he could use an app to summon a drone armed with a megaphone to yell at people considered bothersome (here, he appeared to do a racist imitation of a Chinese voice).
“And that’s the first step, and if there’s no compliance with these orders in Chinese—which maybe the guy doesn’t understand—I think he’ll learn to understand them,” Yarvin said, calling the situation a “win win” and a model for future governance.
Yarvin spoke these words as USAID cuts were devastating global health in the poorest countries of Africa. Estimates from public health researchers suggest the resulting death toll could reach at least 14 million by 2030, concentrated heavily in sub-Saharan Africa—many of them children under five. Yarvin has advocated gutting USAID for decades.
As USAID cuts kill the continent's poorest and most vulnerable, Silicon Valley’s venture capital class is moving in. Elon Musk is aggressively expanding Starlink across Africa—using his leverage inside the Trump administration to pressure sovereign governments into opening their markets to him. He helped kill the foreign aid and now he’s peddling satellite internet. Meanwhile, multiple tech-funded “Network State” projects are being pushed in Africa.
Yarvin says in public what others can only say in private, and he has a talent for introducing disturbing scenarios that later become reality. Long before DOGE, Yarvin imagined a presidential administration that would install a CEO to gut the federal bureaucracy and dismantle USAID. Many shocking aspects of our current situation can be traced back to his blogs. So when Yarvin speaks of colonizing Africa with surveillance and eugenics, we should pay attention, because Yarvin—clown, court jester, guru, svengali—has a talent for cultivating billionaires. People like Peter Thiel, JD Vance, and Marc Andreessen consider him a genius. Now, he’s cozied up with Alexander Soros.
Which makes his current decline worth noting, with caution.
It’s 2026. Trump is sinking in the polls and Republicans are likely headed to a crushing defeat in the midterms. The CEO-dictator system Yarvin prescribed collapsed spectacularly when Elon Musk flamed out and turned on Trump. The president’s hunger for crypto corruption currently seems larger than his desire for a risky overnight coup that could end in prison or death for all involved.
And Yarvin cannot stop crying.
The Die Zeit piece captures him weeping at the spa in Bavaria, swirling wine in a glass, ordering multiple rounds of Scotch on a New York Times reporter’s tab. This is not a new habit. He has bawled in the New Yorker and during podcast interviews. His tears have become more important than his words.
To some degree, Yarvin’s gaudy racist fantasies of fascist surveillance and control over Black people seem like a desperate cry for attention. His image as a serious political influencer has suffered major damage over the past year as multiple journalism profiles have exposed him as a long-winded bore prone to incoherent monologues and wine weeping. He complains that Trump isn’t being authoritarian enough and worries he may need to flee the country if Democrats retake power. Many of his fellow right-wing provocateurs have turned on him, pelting him with online mockery and scorn.
His fifteen minutes of fame seem to be expiring, and so he escalates to prolong the interest. Africans as cattle, Chinese drones in West Oakland—his sci-fi racist taunts sound like something an intellectually precocious middle schooler would think up.
Yet, even in this diminished stage of his celebrity, he keeps finding fans among the billionaire class.
“Generally, the people at the top aren’t sociopaths either,” Yarvin wrote in response to one of my comments about his appearance in Bavaria. “They’re just inside a giant machine they didn’t create. They see everything through the machine’s screen... But once you allow for this—and they for the reverse—they’re easy to get along with.”
These words were accompanied by his cuddly photos with Soros, which Yarvin said he had posted “with permission lol.”
Generally, the people at the top aren’t sociopaths either.
— Curtis Yarvin (@curtis_yarvin) March 14, 2026
They’re just inside a giant machine they didn’t create. They see everything through the machine’s screen. How else would it work?
But once you allow for this—and they for the reverse—they’re easy to get along with https://t.co/MHUNLMiEnS pic.twitter.com/iqOCNdgLK1
Quick Update
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