Woke identity politics represents the resurgence of a hard fundamentalism. There are internal inconsistencies within the system, of course, because it is hard to be a fundamentalist when you have no fundament—which is why their jeans keep falling down.
That said, it nevertheless represents a hard Calvinism without any Christ, a hard amillennialism without a Second Coming, a hard legalism without any grace, and not surprisingly, it is a doctrine much preferred by the hard-hearted, which is really the only hardness that matters to them.
In this system the reprobate are pasty white orcs of northern European descent. They are guilty of the foundational trespass, and must be ranked as sinners par excellence. Nothing whatever can be done for them—their whiteness is ineradicable.
Some of them, university professors and grad students mostly, believe that if they shuffle meekly along behind the orcs of color, heads down, muttering to themselves about how racist they are, and lecturing themselves about how complicit in white supremacy they recognize themselves to be, afflicting their souls, and hectoring the students under their charge, then they will eventually be welcomed into the shelter of a Woke Lothlorien, where all the orcs or color live. I say Lothlorien because these orcs identify as elves, and I say Woke Lothlorien because that would be about as stupid as it sounds.
Alas it is a vain hope—they are outside the elect, a number that cannot be increased or diminished. And outside the elect, there is no possibility of salvation.
So however gratifying it might be to see an orc feeling sorry for himself, it availeth him not. No matter what happens, he cannot undo the fact that he is descended from those who once lived in an orc cave in the Scottish highlands—Clan Snaga. I mean, look at him.