Orwell turned out to be wrong about secret policemen: over the course of the 20th Century, even they tended to get tired of killing and beating massive numbers of people. The KGB stopped shooting political prisoners or working them to death in the uranium mine, and instead just locked them up in psychiatric hospitals.
But Orwell’s real subject, the one he knew best from introspection and socializing, was the intellectual mind (e.g., Eric Blair). And, for his kind, he hasn’t been proven wrong yet about the metaphorical “intoxication of power … the thrill of victory, the sensation of trampling on an enemy who is helpless.”
Granted, vastly swelling the population of America with disposable diaper-dropping Mexicans in the name of protecting the environment sounds pretty prima facie stupid. But that’s not the point. The point is to grab any available tool to hammer The Enemy: i.e., other white people whom you find disagreeable.
And that never gets old.
The quarter of my family tree that originated in Mexico is actually pretty sanitary, but then they’ve been here quite a while.