Sunday 29 October 2017

Language and its capacity for intrigue

Subject: Language and its capacity for intrigue.


The concept that the art of translation is nothing other than merely a tool to enunciate another language is interesting. That the translation is a replica of what was meant all those years ago and is therefore somewhat mechanistic.
Language itself is interesting and whilst it is argued that language does not stand on its own, as if it has mystical powers inherent in its form, it has a job to do which is to describe to another person what another person thinks. It along with writing is the method we use to communicate those semi original thoughts and ideas which buzz around our brain as electrical impulses and, in the minds as thoughts which seem to spring from the brains chemistry and chemical synapses. I suppose when a person takes LSD the chemical impact on the brain induces new images which have little or no foundation in reality and the 'trip' is unique to the confusion which the overloaded, over stimulated brain experiences.
Language and the words which make up a language are the foundation of linguistics. A dictionary is the sum of those words with definitions and interpretations of what those words mean. A word with the same spelling can gave a number of meanings. Gay is but one example. The interpretation and the different meaning can be cultural, political or an interpretation during translation from one language to another.
The translator is usually foreign to one or other language they are using. Their culture and experience limits them to a set of interpretations and may in terms of ancient languages miss or lack the ability to translate such and such a word because they have not experience the nuance or the subtle shade of meaning experienced by the civilisation which is under investigation.
Some languages do not have comparable words to translate and to describe word for word what we experience today. In fact in a fast moving changeable world which is so different to the slow fermentation of ideas and cultural practice of the past,one wonders if and what will be the use of translation as we move into an age of Artificial Intelligence with an algorithmic substitute for mature language.
The translator of Tibetan Buddhist script already has the problem of using a strange syntax when describing the thoughts of Buddha. There is amongst the English translation taken from Tibetan a sort of back to front way of expressing something which is off putting when you are trying to understand one of the Buddhist concepts.For example :-
"The relationship of the results occurring based on many causes and conditions is convergence of their non-occurrence when there is no reference to reciprocal relationship" it continues, " from a seed there are sprouts and from birth there is old age and death. With reference to a mountain over there, there is a mountain over here".
To the layman this is confusing and one begins to wonder if the use of language in this case is chosen more to confuse and thereby add a layer of mysticism to what could be a perfectly sensible argument as to what life is meant for and our place in the process.

Tibetan Buddhism

Subject: Tibetan Buddhism.


One of the characteristics in human beings  is our slavishness to hierarchy. This willing placement of people in a position where their pronouncements, even their personage radiate a special glow in our own psyche. Leadership throws up personalities, or is it the other way around and whilst I have a natural urge to avoid the cult of worship, there have been people who I deem wise and therefore I look up to.
But politics and religion seems to accentuate this search in people  for a figure-head to place on a pedestal and salute as being so very special that we become absorbed in their persona.
The cult of Stalin and particularly Mao, religious leaders such as Christ and Mohamed, and on a lower scale business leaders, investment gurus, people who mark scientific milestones in who's presence one shrinks into a follower. It is said that the moment he or she walk into a room their presence is felt, the conversation quietens and eyes turn.
As I say I, generally speaking, am a sceptical bloke who usually try's to put some sort of perspective, my own perspective, into my thoughts when turned towards a mortal star of what ever persuasion. Their very mortality should tell us something. No one is so special that the they avoid death.
It is argued amongst some religious groups and famously amongst the non religious group of Buddhist teaching where rebirth is the foundation of the philosophical reasoning for our life on Earth, that death is an opportunity to progress be it to heaven or to hell or simply rebirth, carrying the teaching you had observed in this life into your next stint on earth in a progressive enhancement.

Watching a program on the lives of Buddhist nuns who dedicate their actions in this world, not only to contemplation of the holy scripts as the monks seem to do but also, as a woman in Asia, where they are deemed lower than a man in human hierarchy, for her to also engage in the menial  tasks around the home and out in the fields. Even in and around the monitory she has to take second best, the scraps of what's on offer.
These women who have dedicated their lives by an initiation of three years solitary meditation, possibly in some remote cave high on the mountain side. These women, unlike many of their self possessed male counterparts radiate a benevolence towards themselves and towards others. They have the happiness of school girls on an outing, a self revelationary outing which never stops and absorbs them completely.
In the high altitude of the Tibetan mountains, their skin takes on a translucence a sort of watered down complexion through which the eyes shine. It is said the eyes are a conduit to the soul and here in their case they certainly seem to have found enormous inner peace..
In the film a group of American middle class women who at home had found a need to study Buddhism were trekking into this inner kingdom to find out more. The contrast was interesting. The West had provided a wider experience, an intellectual consumerist experience remote from the simplistic experience of these village women.
And yet it was the West searching for answers, turning their back on the confusion of our busy overloaded life. The transition from being a member of society into a nun was never an objective only the opportunity to pick up a few scraps from the table of a commitment none of them would contemplate taking on.
The Rinposhe (a lama or teacher who has been defined at birth as a rebirth of a special personage) is in charge of the nuns and it's this adoration in the form of hierarchy that I found disturbing. This particular branch of Buddhist teaching the Gelugpa Tibetan tradition makes great play on a hierarchical contextual affirmation of who is who in the zoo.
I saw it when the Karmapa, the leader of another strain of Tibetan Buddhism, when he visited London earlier this year.  His followers were in as it were, seventh heaven to be so close to his presence and I felt uncomfortable at this adulation, as a secular onlooker.
The adulation in the faces of these nuns as the Geshe moved amongst them tended for me to think that once again the ritualistic pageantry, the clashing of symbols, the grunting of mantras, the overt headdress, the symbolism, was designed for an illiterate present stock who's tenacity for study and self emulation had brought them to a high point in their spiritual lives not the show put on at the monitory by men.
Perhaps mankind needs a club tie to indicate their speciality but I think the concept of Buddhas teaching has been somewhat lost, as Christianity was lost in the church's pomp  and the finery of its bishops, so the individualistic self examination is lost in the significance of the pageantry.

Halloween

Subject: Halloween

The festival of Halloween on the 31st proceeds the 1st of November "All Saints Day". All Saints is a celebration as the name states of All Saints, whilst Halloween, originally a Celtic, festival celebrates the ousting of spirits.
Given that 'Saintly Spirits' should be venerated and non saintly ones cast out it leads one to understand the complexity of the medieval mind and practice.
Today Halloween has developed into simply, 'trick and treating' and the carving of masks and lanterns from pumpkins. Children knock on your door (with parents in the background) and ask for a treat, usually sweets and the occasional coin. 
It's a community thing, the kids come from across the road or next door, never too far away. The fascination is the expectancy of what they might receive and the slightly longer leash the children are given to knock on a door in the first place.
I for my part raid the sweet isle in Sainsbury's and settle a few sweets of different flavours and shapes into a small bag to hand over at the door to each child, feigning fear at their painted expectant faces as they wait patently for their treat. A bit of kidding, a smile to Mum in the background and they are gone for another year or, because they grow up, become like their parents sceptical and find they have no time for this children's stuff.
This year the "prohibitionists" are calling for a stop to dressing up and blackening their faces as being disrespectful to the black community. 



First it was the Black and White Minstrels, and then the Roberson Jam 'Golliwogg'  now its Halloween.
How do these people live with themselves seeing a slight in everything. Always on call to disburse white people of their innocence, they drag up relevance where there is none.
The blackening or the disguising of the face is meant to be part of the fun and to use black on a white face is not to show disrespect to people with black faces but as the soldier going out on a nighttime petrol, it's as a disguise. 
When will these sad buggers grow up and understand that as a white person living in what can be described as a 'black country' one has to adapt their thinking and so with a black person living in a predominantly white country, the odds are that some things will accentuate the culture and preference of the native.  We continually trade off these statements of culture and practice in which ever country you choose to settle against an overall benefit of being there. The last thing I would wish is for a country into which I had voluntary moved and called home, to insist it conformed  to my own blinkered assumption of what is right or wrong.

Hamlet's Soliloquy

Subject: Fwd: Mel Gibson - Hamlet's Soliloquy


http://youtu.be/ei0fnP9s0KA

For those who attended Grammar School, or the few who attended Private School, a grounding in Shakespeare was obligatory. The Bard was seen as holding a spell over our language with  flighty phrases, well remembered soliloquies and ominous reflections on the state of the nation and the principle characters in our history. English history written not by a historian but a dramatist who brought to life and equally quickly, cast into death the main players and their deeds which litter our history books.
It is written in a language and which uses phraseology no longer used today and yet we still thrill to the cut and thrust of the dialog. The rapier sharp precision with which he uses words to wound or praise, the descriptions of intrigue and deceit within the baronial power base of largely England, written in 1600 it is as fresh today as when it was first performed in London. I suppose it was in some ways a commentary a satire on the depths people will go to obtain power.
Today I watched Hamlet, that sad story of a prince brought close to madness by his father, the King, who's  death at the hands of the dead kings brother, his uncle was made more bitter by his mothers willingness to lie with the uncle in their conjugal bed.
Ridden with pain and angst he broods and reflects in the famous soliloquy "To be or not to be" about the meaning of life.
There are many lines from his plays which are homespun colloquialisms, if not used in the modern idiom at least remembered as a sort of linguistic baseline.
What was called a 'well rounded education' (not for the likes of me, educated as I was in the backwaters of a Secondary Modern educational slag heap) youngsters found in the literature of Shakespeare all the pathos and Machiavellian intrigue that any author since has struggled to convey.
Take the clip I have enclosed. The desperate nature of a troubled mind translates to today's world perfectly once one takes the time and trouble to understand the words and phrases which were used four centuries ago.
Of course modern youth (and the not so young) see no benefit in exposing themselves to a bit of work. Why with Google around and its disconnected channelling of thought, to answers without reference, the proverbial quick fix favoured by most these days.

The Nation State


Subject: The nation state.


"If you believe you are a citizen of the world you are a citizen of nowhere" ?
'Citizenship' is a legal relationship consisting of rights and responsibilities between the individual and the state
'Self styled citizens of the world' irritate us because of the way they suggest their superiority, my cosmopolitaness is superior to your provincialism with the added implication of your xenophobia and many intellectuals sneer at your patriotism, of loving your own country. But this patriotism does not mean a dislike of other countries, simply that loving the place where you were born, is natural. Perhaps if one could substitute "society" for "country" liberals would not criticise.
The EU, for all its comprehension is unloved, it's an artificial construct. There maybe a European identity but it's shallow.

The EU has a flag no one salutes. It has an anthem no one sings. A President no one can name and a Parliament without executive power.
Under its auspices Nation states have become 'administrative units' no longer based on ethnicity, or internal values, no customs or a shared past.
The invention of the nation state closely relates to the development of democracy. A sense of civil loyalty and internal cohesion, a sense of common identity.
The weaker the nation state the weaker is democracy
The "nation state" is why we voted for Brexit.

The Democratic Imperative

Subject: The democratic imperative.

Seeing the hope and emotion on the faces of the young people in the streets of Barcelona as the Catalan Parliament pronounced independence one was moved to ask why with so much passion and expectation could a solution not be found. 
The sight of the Spanish President, Rajoy Brey pounding the lecture as he lectured his people about the legitimacy of the Spanish Constitution and his insistence that Catalan be brought back into the Spanish fold and the European hegemony was reminiscent of Spain's history.
On the one hand an almost naive hope for a changed future which would more reflect the cultural differences between Barcelona and Madrid. The assumption that Madrid was not even handed in allocating the national purse when it came to projects. The belief that the prosperity generated in Catalan was not proportional to their representation in the Spanish Economy, that they were repeatedly given a poor hand.
In Madrid historical claims for authority, which had seen concessions made towards the Basques and the Catalans and over time had seen the usual creep towards demanding full autonomy, which of course terrifies the central government in Madrid.
This all seems strangely relevant to our own independence movement in Scotland. 
The difference is the implicit acknowledgement by Westminster that if Scotts vote to leave then leave they will. This understanding and reliance on the democratic principle, that in the end 'the people will choose' was seen in our exit from Africa and virtually all the overseas territories. It might be construed as running away but it is a civilised way of conducting politics and recognising when the time comes change is bound to happen. No histrionics, no demanding, no fist pounding. 
It makes one pause and celebrate the thought of the benefits of living on this tiny island.

Narcissism

 
Subject: Narcissism

"And tell me about yourself".
Some people thrive on speaking about themselves, it is the one subject they are conversant with and in all honesty the one they are most interested.
Others see in their lives so little of importance that trivia springs to mind as they battle with understanding events outside their competence to do anything about but which fascinates them as if it were an extra skin which keeps itching.
To live within yourself and be absorbed by your actions and the effect they have on others is to boarder on the narcissistic, but it is common. The feeling of self importance, the need for admiration and the lack of feeling for another's feelings is a trait we could describe for most people, even ourselves. In our own individualistic bubble we see and hear our own voice and feel our own frustrations. It's an echo chamber constantly sending out signals of our own self worth and waiting for a response to confirm our idea.
'The alternative'.To be constantly probing what is going on outside our own environment  interested in people in so far as they are part of a larger stage than our own domestic set and fascinating because, whilst they reflect what makes for your own significance they provide a backdrop for understanding our 'actual' insignificance.
Without information, without context, without empathy, our understanding is trivial. Our lives are subordinate to triviality which, whilst important for the minute has no long term consequence in finding a better understanding as to why we are here and why we behave as we do.
We could reach for religion or a philosophical analysis made by others but it seems to me to be too much 'the consumerist' within us, buying the tin in which we assume we will find the answer, and maybe the satisfaction.
Give me a clean sheet of paper any day to make my own squiggles, to process my own thoughts no matter how inconsequential than to become embedded in someone else's concept of right and wrong, good and bad, important and unimportant.
Perhaps it's only another form of narcissism.

So how your doin today


Subject: "So how your doin today"


"How well do you feel this morning". A bit under the weather, a few aches and pains, unhappy perhaps. Most of us occasionally get out of bed and feel not quite up to it. Most of us shrug it off, climb in the car or run for the bus and arrive at work hoping to feel better by lunch time.
We often know what contributed to our feeling off colour. Too much to drink, not enough sleep, having had a massive meal the digestive system is getting its own back.
Of course there are a whole range of symptoms for a reason to feel down such as  the onset of physical problems, mental disorders which currently are blossoming with a diversity matched only by the plethora of new names conjured up by the psychiatrist as they unearth yet another strange twist to the brain and the way it copes.
My question is "what constitutes normal". 

People queue up to describe their mental itch. It seems 'if you haven't got an itch you are not normal'. Many of the descriptions one hears seem to mimic what we put down to  having a momentary glitch, that feeling when you get up, that today it's not the same as yesterday but, given a few hours you will return to your normal self, it's that part of the variability of being human and living in a complex society.
There are of course the people who suffer each morning, who sit under a dark cloud and can never imagine the sun shining. They need all the psychotic help on offer but it seems to me that today's society has a penchant for invention. They read into their state of mind too much Dr Google and not enough Presbyterian common sense. 
Listening to caller after caller citing their grim diagnosis of their world and the lack of State and Private Enterprises help to act as a emotional placebo "why haven't our companies trained psychiatric staff on hand to help me" and so on. 
Our demand led society places great weight on its self satisfaction and its health usually in the hands of a third party, never themselves. The conclusion is I can get my problem solved by others.
Eating properly and sleeping properly, taking the long term view and not stressing over things we have no control over would solve half the mental illness and free up the experts to treating the ones who really need it.

Not much has changed


Subject: Not much has changed.


Should art be in tune with the nationalistic mood of the people or should it always be breaking new ground and seek satire as a way of expressing itself. Can we the people be trusted with the joke that all societies are meant to be lampooned because of the very nature of societies own pomposity. 
Reading books on the Raj or the intrigue of Mountbatten to get his place man, Prince Philip of Greece (now the Duke of Edinburgh) into power by marrying Princess Elizabeth and so elevate the name of Mountbatten above Windsor, one is struck by the convoluted intricacy of power and patronage. The so called Establishment with its privilege and rank and all the outlandish gold braid and cocked hats  to herald who is who in the zoo. The white water ride of innuendo and Machiavellian plotting which proceeds upper crust society is ripe for satire if only to burst the bubble of their own self centred interest.
Nationalism was never meant for the ordinary man in the street. Cultural affinity yes but nationalism was the jingoistic device most famously depicted in the poster "Your Country Needs You". "Needs You", well yes as cannon fodder, shooting practice for the German machine gunners. The grainy pictures of undernourished grey little figures, hauled out of the dirty city streets, weeks before, ordered to  gallantly run across the "no man's land" between the trenches (there's and ours) to be systematically mown down and join the others dying all around, is an obituary to nationalism
It was Siegfried Sassoon and Wilfred Owen who brought the art of descriptive poetry to bare on the carnage and the wilful disdain of 'class indifference' exhibited by the Staff Officers sending the men into an early death. 
Society back home was largely indifferent to the Butchers the Bakers and the Candlestick makers who slipped and slithered through the mud and the oncoming hail of bullets, each with a soldiers name on it. Society busied itself with other things, things which were beyond the imagination of the soldier. 
Art was not immoderate in depicting the bloody battle. It had itself to slither through the minefield of censorship, necessary as part of the war effort to keep Johnny Public in the dark. The redacted pen, still favoured by those in power who wish, for self preservation to deceive.

In the days of Raj it was the insufferable formality of "form".  Knowing what it meant by the oblique opacity of breeding and what breeding was for (to keep the other buggers out). Efficiency, having a good head on your shoulders, intelligence, were not the keys to promotion either in the military or in civilian business. The school tie and a certain phrase of speech, the ability to accentuate an accent which is immediately recognisable to certain of your peers and which defines which class you grew up in. These were the touch stones for getting on, and not much has changed.

Friday 20 October 2017

The voice of reason




Subject: The voice of reason.

Of course people will say I am biased but have you ever heard such squawking these days when women politicians get their gander up and proclaim their political views.
Women generally have a higher pitched, more penetrating voice than the male. Its something to do with their often shorter stature and and the physical make up of their vocal box in which sound is generated after air from the lungs exits through the throat. Perhaps it's natures way of ensuring they have our attention. The screech of a highly excited female is a powerful weapon, ask any man who has had the misfortune to get on the wrong side of an argument. The sound cuts through any attempt at rational comment, and the male can only resort to a kowtowing retreat when faced with such high pitched vitriol.
We now have a number of female politicians who when in full vocal flight as they usually are, are unstoppable.
Listening to Ruth Davison the Scottish Conservative Party and Nicola Sturgeon leader of the SNP one is struck by their party oratory, unstoppable in sheer, impenetrable single minded moonshine.  The world as they wish to see it, ignoring the world as it is. Half truths and damn lies, all pronounced in a high pitched Scottish accent that brooks no interruption.
Whilst women bemoan their lack of parity, they wilfully ignore the fact that women lead their respective countries in the posts of Prime Minister of England and First Minister of Scotland, which in our system of parliamentary democracy means "their word is final".
Political power is so much more powerful than the power exercised by leaders in industry. Other than the George Soros' of this world, who create and break economies according to whim, political leaders are in all our pockets. The laws they conceive and implement have the power of the Courts and the Police behind them. They are the commander in chief of the armed forces and can use that force according to how they see fit. Their power and prestige far outweighs anything a business or religious leader could cobble together.   
And yet they still complain.
It's a strong man who will try to thwart a woman when she is really angry. Short of physical force which, even under extreme duress, a woman is protected by gender status, the so called weaker sex, they are more vulnerable, they make Machiavelli seem amateurish.
Somehow the power of politically oratory seems to be enhanced when a driven, politically adept woman takes to the stage. Man - the appeaser, the pacifier, is at a distinct disadvantage when faced with a pit bull like Nicola Sturgeon or a Margaret Thatcher.  Sturgeon's precise, clipped domineering tone takes no prisoners. Her contempt for opposition is blatant, her goal is to win at any cost and the thought of an alternative view, is preposterous.
And so we have another example of fake news, propagated by a media which thrives on disquiet. Women today have all the tools at their disposal to rise to the top. They can be just as cut throats in their desire to get there. Their looks and demeanour are cultivated from an early age to give them an advantage. It's an advantage no man would grumble about, the world would be far more dreary without their beauty but their insistence of always crying foul, is beginning to wear a bit thin.

Language and its capacity for intrigue



Subject: Language and its capacity for intrigue.

The concept that the art of translation is nothing other than merely a tool to enunciate another language is interesting. That the translation is a replica of what was meant all those years ago and is therefore somewhat mechanistic.
Language itself is interesting and whilst it is argued that language does not stand on its own, as if it has mystical powers inherent in its form, it has a job to do which is to describe to another person what another person thinks. It along with writing is the method we use to communicate those semi original thoughts and ideas which buzz around our brain as electrical impulses and, in the minds as thoughts which seem to spring from the brains chemistry and chemical synapses. I suppose when a person takes LSD the chemical impact on the brain induces new images which have little or no foundation in reality and the 'trip' is unique to the confusion which the overloaded, over stimulated brain experiences.
Language and the words which make up a language are the foundation of linguistics. A dictionary is the sum of those words with definitions and interpretations of what those words mean. A word with the same spelling can gave a number of meanings. Gay is but one example. The interpretation and the different meaning can be cultural, political or an interpretation during translation from one language to another.
The translator is usually foreign to one or other language they are using. Their culture and experience limits them to a set of interpretations and may in terms of ancient languages miss or lack the ability to translate such and such a word because they have not experience the nuance or the subtle shade of meaning experienced by the civilisation which is under investigation.
Some languages do not have comparable words to translate and to describe word for word what we experience today. In fact in a fast moving changeable world which is so different to the slow fermentation of ideas and cultural practice of the past,one wonders if and what will be the use of translation as we move into an age of Artificial Intelligence with an algorithmic substitute for mature language.
The translator of Tibetan Buddhist script already has the problem of using a strange syntax when describing the thoughts of Buddha. There is amongst the English translation taken from Tibetan a sort of back to front way of expressing something which is off putting when you are trying to understand one of the Buddhist concepts.For example :-
"The relationship of the results occurring based on many causes and conditions is convergence of their non-occurrence when there is no reference to reciprocal relationship" it continues, " from a seed there are sprouts and from birth there is old age and death. With reference to a mountain over there, there is a mountain over here".
To the layman this is confusing and one begins to wonder if the use of language in this case is chosen more to confuse and thereby add a layer of mysticism to what could be a perfectly sensible argument as to what life is meant for and our place in the process.

 

Sunday 15 October 2017

The Church Service


Subject: The Church Service.



It being Sunday I was startled on switching on the radio to hear singing, a well known hymn which I could so easily have joined in remembering the verses from my childhood.
The reason I was startled was that my tuning dial (it's an old radio) had shifted a centimetre or two and the program, Hymns of Praise I think it's called, belonged to another world.
The world of football analysis or the world of political commentary were on either side of the dial and somehow "providence" had defined my hour. It's remarkable how such a device as a radio can tap into such a diverse world, each excluding the other as if the other didn't exist.
It's a world remote from the Tesco shopping basket or the bleary eyed attempt to remember where you were last night. It's a world of cheery, wide awake believers out and about celebrating God's presence in their lives. It's a community who get it, who have found their personal solution by placing their faith in a power greater than themselves. Their almost tribal conformity comes through the function of familiarity, the hymns are the same the sermon has been around for decades attempting, as it does to reinforce the teaching of the bible, the reedy voice of the vicar, secure in his robes and the dogma of his calling. Let us pray. The reading is taken this week from St John.
St Winifred's will celebrate with snacks and a cup of tea in the vicarage on Thursday evening, everyone is welcome.
The community is conversant with each other and look forward to this weekly get together for a little gossip and the sense that they alone are keeping the flame burning.
It's a world of good intentions and occasional trips to the sea side.  It's a world of camaraderie, an oasis to escape the crazy sectarian world outside with its pornography and lewdity, its bad behaviour and lack of traditional good taste. Meeting Mrs Brown and Iris Sugden even Henry who's wife passed away last year reminds us of how nice it is to have good friends around. The sombre gravestones by the side of the path leading to the church remind us of our mortality, another grave is being dug for someone, I wonder if I know them as part of this congregation.
To congregate is what people do. Old men in the coffee shop, women in the hairdresser young men and women in the pub. As lads we used to gather at the bottom of Ainsbury Avenue to chat and banter, released for an hour or two from the travails of being stuck at home with the parents.
The church congregation is only following a 
pattern, that in uniformity  comes conformity and conformity brings reassurance.  The vicar and the hymn simply remind us of how much we need each other, and in his case, god.

The age of the apologist

Subject: The age of the apologist.


Are we living in an age of apologists. 
Many university trained journalists write articles about the "plight" of refugees. The horror of their homeland, the rigorous journey they had to go through to get to safety and the problems they experience since settling in the West  are told in hushed tones evincing a need to be sympathetic, empathetic. It is argued that perhaps in some way we are, in part, to blame for in our history lies theirs and that they are owed an apology.
Part of the apology is due to a belief in the universality of the world and its people. 
Seen through the prism of 'human rights' everyone is entitled to the same measure of political and social expectation. Everyone is flesh and blood and each individual must hope for the same treatment no matter who or where they are.
In truth that may be what they seek in the West but they seem happy enough to turn a blind eye on reporting what happens in their home, the refugees country and why.
To say there is a war going on and people are fleeing for their lives is not enough. Why is a war going on, who are the people fighting and who are the people these refugees are fleeing from.

Civil wars and religious wars have to be the most barbaric. They pit father against son, uncle against cousin they reveal the most vitriolic hatred, a hatred not usually seen between combatants when nations pit themselves against nation.  
The Syrian conflict, the Libyan conflict, the Israeli versus the Arab, these are not conflicts about mere territory but lie much deeper in the psyche of the people. Disagreements which should have solutions, but given they are ideological, politically and religiously ideological, the root of the conflict runs very deep.
So when we are asked to share our meagre resource and make space is it not also fair to ask why.
These days we are conditioned not to ask why since it is seen as a failure on our part. Not to be understanding, not to be compassionate, just the very thing that "back home" the refugee should be asking its own people.
The mess and the intransigence lies in Syria, Libya, on the Golan Heights. Not in the west.
These conflicts have been smouldering for decades, centuries even. They are an integral part of the region. In the past they smouldered and burst into flame, out of sight and therefore out of mind but with the blessing or otherwise of modern communication we now know what a mess parts of the world continue to live in. Rivalry's that stretch back into antiquity brought to our notice on the television screen, accompanied with the exhortation to remedy what we see with some sort of sanitised western intervention, a remedy of how life should be.
We are induced to feel guilty and then, as a sign of reparation for our guilt we must extend the hand of friendship as if we are family.
Of course the religious family, at least in the Christian sect, seems to view all of mankind as family. The Muslim unfortunately are less empathetic and demand conversion. 
 Should we become embroiled in cultural and religious divides erupting far away on the other side of the globe. 
Should we not wait until the divides are healed by the protagonists. 
Should we, given the apparently unbridgeable gap, not try to step across and pontificate a view which is ours and ours alone.  
Must we be hell bent on 'modifying our own culture', (raised and nurtured after centuries of our own specific conflict), to make a home for these warring cultures. 
Can we not leave well alone and understand that people are different and not universal since the universality of flesh and blood is not what joins us but the habits and the prejudice of our own environment which in turn create the norms we are happy and comfortable with. To destroy all this on some altruistic endeavour seems to me foolhardy and dangerous.

Thursday 12 October 2017

Much of what we see and hear is tainted




Subject: Much of what we see and hear is tainted.


It's revealing when you are watching one of those respected political programs which appear daily on the television, to hear a deliberate skewing of the truth  from one of the leading political commentators in this case Laura Kuenssberg.
Just prior to the program I had been watching the Chancellor of the Exchequer being grilled by the Treasury Committee. Much of the discussion was taken up by the issue of Brexit and in the complex matters arising. One of his messages to the committee was in answer to a question about pre-planning for the outcome of leaving the EU.  In his answer a gave a range of possibilities.
If there was 'no deal', the pragmatic assumption was that without a specific deal on say aviation, one scenario was that "planes would be grounded", the other, that there would be no "infringement of the current rules regarding flights" and it would be business as usual.
It was clear that he believed that the latter would be the case since the issue of a 'common Interest'  would guide the matter.
Enter Ms Kuenssberg who less than 15 minutes later said on the "Daily Politics" that the Chancellor in his meeting with the treasury Committee had said that without an agreement over Brexit planes would be grounded and not be able to fly into and out of the UK / Europe. The emphasis on the worst case scenario, one which the Chancellor had discounted, was used by, Ms Kuenssberg to spruce up the argument that the "remainders", of who Philip Hammond the Chancellor is one, were trying to scare the electorate into avoiding a hard Brexit and rather accept some sort of continued linkage with Europe. His words were deliberately misconstrued.  I was witness to what he had said and the context he gave to his statement and was not what Kuenssberg was tendering to the public as news.
This gerrymandering of important political statements, of taking out of context the words or leaving the contextual counter statement unreported is extremely troubling.
These political commentators have assumed an importance way beyond their pay grade. They are not the decision makers but with their audience ready to sallow what they say as true the politician has no chance to get a fair hearing.
And so the headline is :- Chancellor is fighting a rearguard action to keep us in the EU.
It's all twisted innuendo mixed with a sprinkling of fact. In a court of law it could be classed as perjury and merit a sentence but in the hurly burly of 'media news' it merges neatly into the spectra of "false news" and we have to live with the fact that much of what we see and hear is tainted. 

India, protecting your prejudice

Subject: India, protecting your prejudice


If indeed we are entering a period in history when 'what is true' and 'what is a false' is indistinguishable and the media, who we rely on to disseminate the news we receive  with some sort of impartiality are complicit,  where is civilisation as we know it to go. The time honoured assumption that what we read, although biased, did address a specific subject which metaphorically lived and breathed was real and, for many, important.
Reading a book by Arundhati Roy in which she describes  in detail the political use of mis-information to stir up an already volatile society, the Hindu and the Moslem populations of India. The BJP with the connivance of Narendra  Modi, the current Prime Minister planted fake evidence of Muslim mobs killing Hindus with the sole aim of seeking to start an uprising of revenge and instability. The political platform of the BJP is heavily slanted towards law and order and therefore, creating 'disorder' suited their plan.
The India we hear about in the Western Press the largest democracy, an India of untapped economic potential, a future force but what we never hear about is the killing and the torture or the brutality meted out by the police. We never hear about the endemic deceit and corruption, the misappropriation of millions of rupees and the need to continually pay a bribe to get things done. A society which is layered like no other, where being obsequious is a prerequisite to keeping your job. Where people from a higher caste have a inbuilt disdain for people from a lower caste and continually laud their superiority over those born to be subservient.  
In fact subservience seems to be embedded in any society which designates what and who people are and, importantly, can be from birth. It fits any society in which  'class' is dominant and whilst subtly hidden within the folds of etiquette and social structure it inhibits growth in this country, just as it does in India.
A horse with its fetlock cut will never race. A man who has to doff his cap and touch his forelock will never be Prime Minister. In this country we designate attainment by school and accent, why else would that buffoon Boris Johnson hold high office and throughout the world nepotism speaks to power.
It's a sad reflection that for all our platitudes about justice, morality, ethics and fairness we still find ourselves hobbled by the family circle you were born into.
But in India it is much worse since the caste system encompasses a whole people and defines the sort of work they are "allowed" to do. It is insidiously cruel since it doesn't value the individual at all and simply stigmatises the person as a group which for the whole of their life they are destined to end as they begins.
Hindus seem to pride themselves as being compassionate and intellectually sound.
When they appear on a television to debate their religious views they seem to offer much less religious 'hype' than say the Muslim, Jew or Christian. Their image is one of benign tolerance, much like the Sikh and one often comes away with a wish that our mix of Christianity, Judaism and now the incessant noise and propaganda of the Muslim would have this tolerance.
And yet laying behind this philosophical justification for an ordered religious life lies the containment of people into caste and worse, that 'outside' even this categorisation system of caste lie people who are not even worthy of that, the Dalits the Untouchables.
How can these calm, serene religious philosophers lose their objectivity by denouncing whole swathes of people to be banished to a life of contempt, of being judged  "untouchable" as if physical contact would would defile your character.
Mankind is truly amazing by the depths it is determined to go to protect its prejudice.

Sunday 8 October 2017

Canada's Immigration Policy


Subject: Canada's Immigration Policy.


Canada's open immigration policy in which it's Prime Minister goes down to welcome the Syrian refugees with a coat is laudable, or is it ?
Many politicians have played the role of 'glad handing' even when through gritted teeth they have little in common with the person they are greeting.  Its this "little in common" aspect of policy I would like to address.
The article I was reading was written by a well meaning liberal, who's views we have in the past respected for the  influence they have on us in dampening our disquiet.
But what is this disquiet and where does it come from.
The adage that "we don't handle change well" covers most of the things we do in life. From buying a new house to a new wife, there are things we overlooked and didn't see in the small print. And so it is with immigration and the immigrant.
The immigrant comes with the promise of new blood and a rejuvenated sense of the work ethic. They bring a new cultural divergence which is supposed to invigorate our old and tired way of thinking. They bring food and a different perspective to our lives which is often in need of a proverbial kick up the bum.
But in and amongst all of this they also bring things we disagree with.  Modes of thinking and intolerance which we find disdainful and above all, they often bring segregation.
For centuries the immigrant has withdrawn into a self created ghetto. The Jews, the British, French and Portuguese all have felt themselves different, better than the local population. Integration is a rare bird and is soon shot down by bigotry.
If we look at the confusion in this country where accents are no indicator of deeply held differences of opinion, where resentment of the old towards the new and now, the new towards the old is becoming endemic. Where on a clear day you would be forgiven for questioning which country you lived in surrounded by fashions and customs which are alien to your own.
The British are known for being taciturn when challenged to illicit their feelings. Other than in the security of their pub, or at home with friends they waltz around issues for fear of upsetting the guest but when the guest becomes the predominant topic then their default position is to say little and hope for better times.
The cause  if ever there was such a thing has survived the constant battering from the liberal consensus, that there should be no identifying image of what can be called the national image, other than the liberal PC vision of multiculturalism. An amalgam of cultural diversity, which is an oxymoron since diversity is the opposite of uniformity.
If there was one thing to specify, when drawing up a social program for material well being I would have thought that the 'uniformity of intention', not 'the process' of getting there, had to be questioned.  The substantive agreement on what our values are, is fundamental to having any sort of success with visitors who stay. 
Unfortunately only the process was important back in 1947 when, because of the unity the collaborative effect of shouldering arms in a common cause to defeat an enemy did we feel obliged to open our doors to replenish the manpower we had lost on the battlefield. The 'process' not the 'consequences' was all important since our system of governance has always assumed, they know best and the buggers who are at the coal face better get used to it.
Generations have come and gone and although we have muddled through in true British fashion, the massive cultural adaptation of the white indigenous population has never been acknowledged. 
The assumption that new meant better was repeatedly sold and is still being sold, even though there is a wide divergence, particularly a religious divergence, which on the one side, does not feature in their lives but in the other is fundamental to their everyday existence. The absorption, in a largely sectarian majority, of a fundamentalist religious way of life was bound to bring comparisons and with it, "a them and us scenario". The very opposite you assume you would wish to happen if your dream is a inter-supportive multicultural and harmonious society.
My views would be an anathema to the the trendy intellectualisers who promote what we are supposed to think but of course, 'open discourse' has been shut down in the Orwellian world we live in. The keepers of our thoughts and practices would think it unwise for random observations being allowed to gain too much traction. 
Orwell had it down to a T in his books where a minority controlled 'thought police' programmed the thoughts of the many and free speech was ok, so long so you said the right thing. 
In the last 60 years we have become conditioned to so many things. 
The "bad" of our forefathers in contrast to the good of virtually everyone else. 
Whilst 'everyone else' has had a reason for being the bad guy, only the colonial powers were to blame because 'they should have known better'. 
Globalisation is good for us because it encourages to look outside our self interests and encourages us to philanthropise our resource irrespective of what we have to give.
Listening to that doyen of the global picture, George Soros was like listening to the most immoral person on the planet. His rational for causing so much national bankruptcy  after he had placed his bet was that he had to exploit a weakness irrespective of the hardship he caused to individual people living in the countries he had ruined. His saving grace, in his mind was the charitable work he has done targeting his pet projects.
Wall Street has created this Global financial playing field in which the likes of Soros and Blankfine exploit for their own personal enrichment every day.  Exploit the livelihoods of millions of people like you and I whilst we are continually encouraged to thank our lucky stars that a man like Jeremy Corbyn will never be able to promote his ideas since they run counter to the capitalistic mind-speak of the Global plan.
People will continue to swallow the tripe of a band of extortionists as long as we continue to believe "they know best".