Categories
news

Versus

What the Jordanian pilot’s demise drew from me was first a memory, and then understanding. When the Taliban destroyed a large statue of the Buddha in the early noughties, I received sympathetic phonecalls and emails from almost every corner of the planet. People wanted to know if I was okay. That was on a shortlist of the most horrific things anyone had seen. It was a moist, intolerant, ignorant, soiled backwardness.

I need world peace right now, because I’m in the middle of something. Actually, we all have something better to do with our time. Being on a news diet has made me extra sensitive. Try not reading the news for three months straight, and you’ll be horrified at what’s presented to you when you finally decide to catch up.

I had no intention of posting any non fiction asides in the middle of this important phase of my creative work, but this Islamic State kidnap, torture, kill for the camera boondoggle has gone past ludicrous and into straight up cartoon gaga. Is this actually continuing, right now? A group of ragamuffins in balaclavas has brought shame to the manicured Toastmasters acting as leaders of industrialised nation states.

I’d once written in my Gravatar introduction that the very tools that we use to destroy each other can be used to build us up, or was it vice versa. Social media was used to spread a snuff film around the world, and Rupert Murdoch’s wet nurse, Piers Morgan, has gone versus himself in the Daily Pail Mail. He now wants all Muslims to watch a snuff film, because he feels it will cure them of their sympathy for these mass murderers. I didn’t watch the video, and couldn’t make it through a single one of the news reports on the situation.

What the Jordanian pilot’s sadistic execution drew from me was first a memory, and then understanding. When the Taliban destroyed a large statue of the Buddha in Afghanistan in the early noughties, I received sympathetic phonecalls and emails from almost every corner of the planet. People wanted to know if I was okay. At the time, the video footage was on a shortlist of the most horrific things anyone had seen. It was a moist backwardness, a soiled intolerance.

I was a new expatriate, and a practicing Soto Zen Buddhist, which was not something people at home “get.” They think going to temple to meditate for an hour is like a snack before meals: “Go to church, too, to even things up.” I think not. I respect the religious beliefs of others because it wasn’t always a courtesy offered to me.

I respect your religion to a point, though. I’m openminded to a point because, I am familiar with the mindset of the people who destroyed that statue. Living outside of my home country has afforded me many privileges. One of them is meeting people from almost every culture, race and creed.

I know that burn the prisoner mindset very well. It is a baked in lacquer of determined retrogression. It is tinged with envy towards the unattainable. There is no dislodging it. Nothing can wash it away. No amount of exposure to other cultures, no invitation to exhibit or present at international conferences can shake these people of their conviction that they’re supreme and have the right to dictate the way things are. Theirs is an unshakeable narcissism.

At home, we have a disparaging term for that. We would say they’re “country people.” It’s a vicious objection to anything that falls outside of a narrow parameter of prescribed knowledge. What is not understood must be destroyed with spite. I touched on it in a separate essay, but that was in relation to the Charlie Hebdo issue. I had forgotten the Buddha’s demolition and how I felt the blood seemingly drain from my body.

Of course, I know it’s just a statue, so that’s not what had frightened me. I felt as if I was in mortal danger. For what? Not praying five times a day? I stopped telling anyone I was a Buddhist after that. I definitely did not say it to Muslim friends or acquaintances, because I liked them and I didn’t want them running off. Mind you, now I’m a different creature and I defy anyone to coerce me into any minimum position.

I know that in Islam, religious sculptures are forbidden. “Thou shalt not make unto thee any graven image” Exodus 20:4, is the Christian version of that. I remember, when I was about four or five, my grandmother screaming at one of my uncles. Almost all of her sons had an artistic or creative gift, and his was for carving wood into works of art. The walls of my home were decorated with paintings, ceramic objects and wooden sculptures. All of them done by my uncles. I remember her angry shouting after he had used an axe to destroy the wooden pieces, which his new family, a Pentecostal church, had called “graven images.” She was so angry, she forgot to use her favourite adverb, raasclaat.

When I catch up with colleagues who are Muslim, I make sure not to adorn myself with any jewellery that has religious symbolism. Otherwise, I have to answer lots of questions and justify everything. I wear plain clothing. I can adjust my behaviour to that extent, and that should be it. My life is not forfeit.

What is my point… The words can’t form, but it’s something in the region of, we’re all in mortal danger of being burned alive by rigid and closedminded people. They don’t kidnap and torture us, but they hold us hostage with their approval. I’ve already been told to shut up about what I’m presenting here in this installation, and those memories came back.What if I weren’t in the safe haven provided by an industrialised country? What if I were a wife and mother whose husband threatened to kill her because her imagination was expanding beyond the scope of that allowed by her religion? What if I were stifled by low self worth and fear of negative appraisal?

The most important question is, how does one stamp out Islamic State and its promoters, because that’s the only way forward. The Islamic State has nothing to do with religion. It is another way of saying “greed” and “barbarism”, which are both versus Islam. It is everywhere, in the “Are you doing God’s will, which I know, because I know what God says, and you can’t challenge me because God wouldn’t like that” and the “I’m my husband’s inflatable sex toy and won’t wear tights because sexual feelings are bad” and not just the “Pay us $200 million or we will kill this man who’s risked his life to save his friend.”

For my part, I’ll continue publishing this installation. I’ve already taken a great deal of time and effort to create it. I will enjoy the benefits of having a voice, a personality, coherent thoughts, a healthy love for myself, access to technology and a willingness to acknowledge that others are doing the same.

By ΠιCΘLΣ

Life is short, so let’s be decent.

17 replies on “Versus”

Topically and beautifully put.

I like to call this kind of bigotry “feangry”, its a mix of crazy fear and anger, stemming from low self worth and, yes as you said narcissism.

These feangry masses usually had a distinct lack of power in their day to day lives that transfers to hatred and leads them to join the ISIS or whatever little clique happens to yank their chain.

And it’s usually men. Why? I don’t know but think some men’s dads and mums have a lot to be desired in the teaching your kids to grow up right department.

I once had a coffee with a work colleague who for all intents and purposes appeared to be a nice chap. While sipping coffee and chatting a group of our female colleague’s walked into the cafe and sat near us.

“That’s the WiT group” I said with a smile. ( I am kind of proud to work for an organisation that promotes equality in the workforce)

The blood drained from his face.

“The what?” he asked

“WiT, Women in Technology. I went to one of their seminars last week, they are focused on getting more young women to work in IT”

A seething anger (feanger!!) gripped him. He could not speak much for the rest of our coffee walking back to the office his outrage grew. He spouted all manner of expletives, the hatred was both shocking and surprising.

NO.. he was not Muslim, in fact not religious, and no real reason to hate women apart from somewhere, somehow no one ever told him to stop being a dick.

Liked by 1 person

Thanks a lot for this comment. I apologise for the late reply. Your colleague’s reaction was surprising. Usually the feangry don’t react so openly. They’re passive aggressive.

When you talk to them about or in their own language though, they threaten you with violence because that’s their only advantage. What I’ve learned to do is talk to them as if they’re babies. Indulge their hateful behaviour without reacting and agree with what they’re saying.

I remember one evening having some tea with a young man in Kuala Lumpur. We were having a very pleasant conversation and out of nowhere he slapped my cheek. In a crowded restaurant. I burst out laughing and finished my tea. He asked me why I ignored him in the days following that meeting. Like, he couldn’t connect hitting me with my my refusing to hang out. As I said, I know this mindset very well. It is not rational or reversible. It is dyed in the wool.

Like

Wow that is incredibly restrained.

It is like there is a button in the feangry that closes off the flow of common decency to the brain when pushed. I see it quite often.

I am wondering if anyone in the restaurant actually got up to remonstrate with your tea drinking associate?

Liked by 1 person

No! I didn’t even notice anything around me. You’re right. I was restrained. I shock myself sometimes. I was not okay with it by any means but I’m a Buddhist so I guess that was my “training” at work. I get incredibly calm and focused in a conflict situation. A week later when someone grabbed my arm in a market my Chinese companion flew at him with some Kung Fu moves. It was awesome.

Liked by 1 person

Thanks for this. I practiced first, six years, and then read about Buddhism later. It’s intuitive and organic, so meaning has to be felt rather than articulated. In a way, mindfulness crept up on me.

Liked by 1 person

Very interesting to read about your experience. Close-minded people everywhere are threatening our very livelihood, and I know that well because I’m from the South, which still happens to be relatively stuck in the past. I have hope for the future, though, just seeing the huge differences in my parents’ generation versus my own. Thanks for your insight!

Liked by 1 person

Thanks for the like. I dropped by to see what you’re into – and was wonderfully surprised at what I found. (1 second while I click “Follow.” There.)

You touch on the common edict against ‘graven images.’ And that reminds me of the irony I see, in the Islamic pretensions against idolatry, in their edicts against drawing the Prophet Mohammed.

In attempting to enforce their ban against ‘drawing Mohammed,’ they commit the ultimate act of idolatry. By ‘elevating’ THIS man, above normal, mortal men – in THIS fashion – they have performed the apotheosis needed, in the minds of ‘the faithful,’ to elevate their ‘Prophet’ to the level of religious genuflection. Ergo, they have ensconced the very idea of idolatry – through their deference to Mohammed – into their ‘religion.’ (No ‘image’ required.)

Liked by 1 person

No image required indeed. Your eloquence is much appreciated. I’ve never seen it this way, but there’s a certain hypocrisy here. A lot of devout Christians I know have a problem examining their belief systems. I write all of this fiction to get in their face about it until I can find other words. Thanks for your support.

Liked by 2 people

Evil arises from generation to generation, and the tactics we are seeing are not much different than those used in the 100 years war, or the SS in WWII. Evil oppresses the weak and the unarmed. It does not listen to reason or show mercy. Only force stops evil once it has grown, and only education of the women who civilize the men averts its growth in children. Beauty suffers when the light is extinguished.

Liked by 2 people

Thank you. Exactly what is needed. A show of force and the guiding hand of a woman. It’s clear that’s what’s needed but no one wants to get their nails chipped.

Like

why do you think it is so important to suppress education in women there? It gives evil a free reign.

Chamberlin tried appeasement, and it nearly broke the world to stop the result. When I think a little more, inherent racism and dehumanization is a key component of the rationalization of oppression.

Ha – you pushed my hot button there!

Liked by 1 person

Comments are closed.