Showing posts with label Modern Epilogue. Show all posts
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Sunday, 24 October 2010

Modern Epilogue - The Descriminating Individual

I: Fairy Tales (all photos in part I courtesy of John Harrison)

The deputy sheriffs, the soldiers, the governors get paid,
And the marshals and cops get the same,
But the poor white man's used in the hands of them all like a tool.
He's taught in his school, from the start by the rule,
That the laws are with him, to protect his white skin,
To keep up his hate, so he never thinks straight,
'Bout the shape that he's in, but it ain't him to blame,
He's only a pawn in their game.


In this talk (I do not intend to lecture here), I am going to discuss some of the themes explored in my story, ‘Modern Fable’.

Briefly, ‘Modern Fable’ tells the tale of Tom, a teenage member of a far right group in a provincial northern town. Tom meets a genie, a genie who can erase from history any section of humanity Tom wishes. Yet as he gets rid of first Pakistanis, then Arabs, then Asians, humanity regresses to the level of the Yahoo. Finally he erases all Africans, humanity ceases to exist and only Tom remains, trapped on a prehistoric world of his own making.

Now, the advantage in telling a fairy tale is that certain narrative conventions can be circumvented without the need for extensive explanation. In the land of fairy tales, geese lay golden eggs; monstrous beanstalks sprout from magic beans overnight; and even the sky can come crashing in. Yet the main reason in choosing a fairy story is that racism, like all forms of arbitrary prejudice, is childish. And naïve. And unevolved. It is based on no real accounting of the world. No interaction or data gathering. It is based on the follow-the-leader mentality of the herd, a lack of introspection, ill conceived notions, half heard conversations, and tall tales. It is something we should have outgrown, unlike fairy tales, by age 12. And in that sense it is the ideal medium in which to illuminate the intellectual slavery inherent in judging others purely in terms of their ethnicity.

We all like a good yarn. Here’s one I heard the other day. “It concerns a woman…”

“living in a terraced house, who is awakened one night by a scuttling above the bedroom in the space between the roof and rafters. Imagining there are rats in the roof, she urges her husband to go and investigate. He squeezes through the trap door… and stumbles across a Pakistani sleeping on a mattress. But that is not all. There is a series of mattresses the length of the street, each containing a sleeping Pakistani. They were said to have gained access through a single Pakistani household at the end of the street and to have been wandering around freely.”

The preceding passage is taken from ‘City Close-Up’, Jeremy Seabrook’s 1960’s study of the working classes of Blackburn, Lancashire. Believe me, this tall tale was still doing the rounds when I lived and worked in the town and it hadn’t changed in thirty years. It persisted until quite recently in local lore when the mass demolition of said terraces made the lie harder to maintain. Seabrook recounts hearing the same tale repeated in Birmingham and Manchester:

“Each time I was told this story, it was said to have originated in a different (and named) street in the town. Nobody could identify the protagonists. It was invariably told to the storyteller by a friend who personally knew the individuals concerned, but who remained always at one remove from the actual informant.”

A description which could be equally well applied to any urban legend. Like an urban legend, it plays on our basic primal fears. The Pakistani hiding in the attic, he's the escaped lunatic on the roof of the car, the husband's decapitated head in his hands; he's the Yucca plant full of eggs that hatch, releasing thousands of tarantula babies, each ten times as venomous as the adult. Of course, the tale of the escaped lunatic is an old fashioned campfire story. And tarantulas lay their eggs underground and are caring parents, not prone to abandoning their brood. The young are no more dangerous than the adults, who aren't particularly venomous to humans anyway. Coincidentally, this is a tall tale I have also been told in Blackburn.

More than merely a primal fear, this story plays on a regional fear, for an Englishman’s home in his castle, and what true Englishman would not become incensed at the threat of foreign invaders squatting in his keep? What conscientious family man hearing this story could help but fear for the safety of his wife and children? It is a tale designed to strike terror and fury into the heart of the hearer: To swell the mindless ranks of the far-right: To dehumanise both victim and audience alike.



Knowledge is power, so let’s consider three more passages as cautionary tales against adopting scapegoats:

“Nearly all the people I interrogated had stories to tell. Whole villages, they said, had been put to fire and the sword. One man, whom I did not see, told an official of the Catholic Society that he had seen with his own eyes Germans chop off the arms of a baby which clung to its mother’s skirts.” (1)

“All Hutus must know that all Tutsis are dishonest in business. Their only goal is ethnic superiority. We have learned this by experience from experience.” (2)

“[T]hey are a sinister flood creeping upwards to engulf himself and his friends and his family and to sweep all culture and all decency out of existence.” (3)

Here we see where such tales lead us. (1) is taken from ‘The Times', 1914. It is a classic piece of propaganda (note the reporter had not actually met the eyewitness). Its aim was to portray the Germans as inhuman monsters, already in Belgium and but a short sea crossing from English shores, thus hastening enlistment into the British Army. The First World War was an entirely futile exercise to all but a few men, not involved in the actual fighting. Ten million died in the ensuing conflict of commerce and colonialism. All that it achieved was to lay the foundations for the next world war, where the enemy actually was monstrous. Further propaganda ensued, ensuring that millions more died in the gas chambers.

Modern propaganda is little different. Iraq's phantom weapons of mass destruction are the most recent, and least sophisticated, example of political misdirection, but there are many others. In 1999, for instance, Serbian atrocities in Kosovo were massively inflated in order to justify NATO's bombing of Serbia. I took part in the Amnesty International campaign calling on the UN to intervene, but it seems that in those post Cold War, pre 9/11 days, NATO needed a ‘conflict’ to justify its existence. Five thousand missing Kosovans were inflated to a hundred thousand, the spectre of Hitler invoked, and the bombs rained down. In fact, the majority of the ethnic cleansing took place after, and in direct retaliation for, those airstrikes. They ended when the west put economic pressure on Russia, which put economic pressure on Serbia, which withdrew its forces from Kosovo. If only someone could have thought of that in the first place!

(2) is the fourth of 'The Hutu 10 Commandments', published in 'Kangura', a Rwandan newspaper, in 1990. This and other demonising propaganda left a million Tutsis dead, slaughtered by their brainwashed neighbours. As with all such lies, it better described the ambitions of the authors than the intended victims. The editor of 'Kangura' was eventually convicted of crimes against humanity in 2003 and sentenced to 35 years in prison.


"He who fights dragons too long," warns Nietzsche, "becomes a dragon himself." It is a quote I will never grow tired of repeating. If we allow ourselves to be manipulated by dehumanising propaganda, then we are required to become as vicious as the enemy we seek to quell and can fast find ourselves hacking at our neighbours with machetes; blowing ourselves up in packed tube trains; firing up the ovens. "Sometimes I gotta ask myself what I feel about things." Bill Hicks once remarked. "That way I can get a closer reading of what's true." It's good advice.

And what of (3)? Time for a multiple choice question. (3) is a quote taken from which of the following:

(a) 'Mein Kampf' - Adolph Hitler
(b) ‘The Road to Wigan Pier' - George Orwell
(c) ‘Judaism in Music’ – Richard Wagner
(d) ‘The Shape of Things to Come’ - H G Wells

The answer is (b), although the other three have something in common. Richard Dawkins (of whom much more later), notes H G Wells's comments in a 1902 edition of 'Anticipations':

"And how will the New Republic treat the inferior races? How will it deal with the black?...the yellow man?...the Jew?...those swarms of black, and brown, and dirty-white, and yellow people, who do not come into the new needs of efficiency? Well, the world is a world, and not a charitable institution, and I take it they will have to go."

I quote this as an aside: Beware of socialists, for they can turn fascist in an instant!

Back to (3): “[T]hey are a sinister flood creeping upwards to engulf himself and his friends and his family and to sweep all culture and all decency out of existence.” This is how Orwell describes the Middle Class attitude to the Lower Classes in 1930s Britain. It could equally be today’s editorial on immigration in any right leaning British newspaper. Here we find a new objection to racism. For you see, prejudice is cyclic and it is top down. The things I have heard said of Muslims are the same things I have read of people saying about Jewish refugees in the '40s. Before the immigrants arrived in Blackburn the town’s failing were blamed on the Irish. The loutish behaviour we now condemn our children for is little different to the actions Orwell notes were ascribed to working class ‘Hooligans’ a century ago. If your strata of the community is making accusations against the one immediately below it, you can be damm sure you’re being accused of exactly the same things by the one above you. And if you refuse to accept them as true of you, why accept them as true of anyone else?

It is called prejudice for a reason. It’s pre-existent, pre-programmed, it exists whether there are Pakistanis or Muslims or Asians or Africans or not. In fact there is only one person with whom those feelings have any resonance. Like Tom, who is there left to blame when all your other excuses have been found out?



Let’s hone in, because I want to focus on one example of racial childishness. I have heard many disparaging comments made against people of Middle Eastern decent, but most germane to the current discussion is this: They smell. A typical ‘joke’ goes, “Why do Pakis smell? So blind people can hate them too.” There are many others told like this, equally as unfunny and unpleasant, serving only to confirm the idiocy and inadequacy of the teller. And five minutes later that same person will be bragging about how northerners are so much friendlier than southerners. Five minutes after that, he’ll be slagging off Scousers or Mancs or anyone else that has irked him in that instant.

So, Pakistanis smell do they? I’ve always found this a curious statement. For a start, it’s a tautology: Everything smells. You mean people of a certain ethnicity give off a different odour to you? Well let’s counter that claim by returning to ‘The Road to Wigan Pier’, for Orwell talks of “four frightful words... that were bandied about quite freely in my childhood. The words were: The lower classes smell.”

“That was what we were taught – the lower classes smell. And here, obviously, you are at an impassable barrier. For no feeling of like or dislike is quite so fundamental as a physical feeling. Race hatred, religious hatred, differences of education, of temperament, of intellect, even differences of moral code, can be got over; but physical repulsion cannot.”

Racism is the act of making false pronouncements about those you keep at a distance and therefore know nothing about. Take one failing, one flaw of humanity as a whole and make it the exclusive domain of whosoever you wish to demonise. The lower classes smell. Pakistanis smell. The Chinese used to say that Europeans smelt like corpses. I’ve been on public transport when a group of builders have boarded at the end of the day and smelt that sickly sweet odour of sweat. At such moments I can appreciate Orwell’s comments, in a poorly ventilated carriage the stench is quite nauseating. Yet by taking the advice of Bill Hicks, I am led to one inescapable conclusion: It is human beings that smell. This is where lack of interaction leads to misapprehension, for your experience of an entire race may come exclusively from the man behind the counter in your local off licence. You credit his body odour to his ethnicity because our sight and smell combine forces to create a false impression, never considering that he might smell because he’s overweight, or has poor personal hygiene, or just that he’s man; or that, yes, he has a different natural odour to you because his culture dictates a different diet and his antecedents evolved in a different climate to yours. People from that part of the world have only started to live in Britain in any great numbers in the last few decades and you have not yet had the hundreds, the thousands of years to acclimatise to his people the way you have to all the other minorities that surround you. You’ve even fallen into the trap of categorising those minorities as a single, superior race.

I have yet to hear a serious objection to any group that didn’t, on closer inspection, apply to the whole. I know Asian families who live quite handsomely on benefits and I know white people working and claiming incapacity benefit. Moreover, tax avoidance schemes by large corporations cost the UK economy a hundred billion pounds a year, including the proprietors of the selfsame newspapers that demonise benefit fraud. Refugees are blamed for jumping the housing list, as if they’re the ones running the councils and housing agencies. Yet the houses and flats they are given are so dilapidated that only someone fleeing tyranny would lower themselves to live in them. The French are described as arrogant by the English, which is like the Swiss mocking Germany for its efficiency. And diving is considered the exclusive domain of foreign footballers. Again, not a failing of foreigners, but overpaid footballers who start to believe their own bullshit and think they can get away with anything. Wayne Rooney and Steven Gerrard are as guilty of this as Drogba or Ronaldo. These are the transparent excuses with which the narrow mind seeks to justify its pre-existing prejudices.

Before moving on, here’s one more passage which nicely draws together everything under discussion up to now: Of propaganda and cyclic prejudice; of scapegoats and becoming the dragons we have slain. It is told by the American historian, Howard Zinn:

“In the 1960s, a student at Harvard Law School addressed parents and alumni with these words:

‘The streets of our country are in turmoil. The universities are filled with students rebelling and rioting. Communists are seeking to destroy our country. Russia is threatening us with her might. And the republic is in danger. Yes! danger from within and without. We need law and order. Without law and order our nation cannot survive.’

There was prolonged applause. When the applause died down, the student quietly told his listeners: 'Those were words were spoken in 1932 by Adolph Hitler.’”

He who fights dragons too long becomes a dragon himself.


Modern Epilogue - The Descriminating Individual

2: Prejudice and the Art of Discrimination

From the poverty shacks, he looks from the cracks to the tracks,
And the hoof beats pound in his brain.
And he's taught how to walk in a pack,
Shoot in the back, with his fist in a clinch,
To hang and to lynch, to hide 'neath the hood,
To kill with no pain, like a dog on a chain,
He ain't got no name, but it ain't him to blame,
He's only a pawn in their game.


How do we define race? Excluding homonyms, onelook.com states:

noun: people who are believed to belong to the same genetic stock ("Some biologists doubt that there are important genetic differences between races of human beings");
noun: (biology) a taxonomic group that is a division of a species; usually arises as a consequence of geographical isolation within a species.

The operative phrase in the first definition is, ‘believed to belong’. Every human being that is alive today is descended from perhaps 20,000 humans that lived in east Africa 100,000 years ago. We can each trace our ancestry back to one of seven women who lived before this time and right back to a single, most recent common ancestor, who lived within the last 200,000 years1. Before that time, our ancestry is parallel, a single branch on the tree of life, uniting with all other forms as we trace our line back to the primordial ooze from which all life on this planet originated.

The concept of race is put forward in order to arrange humans into species or subspecies and rank them in order of superiority. The author’s race invariably comes out on top (after all, ‘race’ also refers to a contest). And yet studies show that 85% of all genetic variation found within humanity occurs within perceived races, with only 15% found between these groups. As Steve Olson observes in ‘Mapping Human History’:

“Among the elephants of eastern and southern Africa, 40 percent of the total genetic differences occur between groups. For the gray wolves of North America, group differences account for 75 percent of the total genetic variation. Most conservation biologists hold that group genetic differences have to exceed 25 to 30 percent for a single species to be divided into subspecies or races. By this measure, human races do not exist.”

Richard Dawkins uses the idea that humanity can be categorised into discrete races as an example of what he terms, “The Tyranny of the Discontinuous Mind.” For example, skin colour. There is no one swatch that we can hold up to any person to identify them as either ‘black’ or ‘white’. Like all false dichotomies, ‘black’ and ‘white’ are abstract concepts that have no basis in reality. Human skin colour is a continuous spectrum of pinks, yellows and browns, with a person’s skin tone as individual as their fingerprints. Dawkins draws on the example of the former US Secretary of State, Colin Powell:

“It is an interesting example to take a colour photograph of Colin Powell standing next to some representative ‘white’ men (they must be next to each other so the lighting conditions are the same). From each face, cut a small uniform rectangle, say from the forehead, and place the patches side by side. You will find that there is very little difference between Powell and the ‘white’ men with whom he is standing. He may be lighter or darker, depending on the particular cases. But now ‘zoom out’ and look at again at original photograph. Immediately, Powell will look ‘black’. What cues are we picking up on?”

Here we see the contradiction with which humanity confronts itself. On the one hand, we are all one. Indeed, within the last 75,000 years Earth suffered an event so cataclysmic (probably an exploding supervolcano), that it decimated the proto human population. Fewer than 10,000 survived, meaning that the humans alive today are far more closely related than would be expected. Without that event we may indeed have broken down into sub species. As it is, an indigenous Khoisan of Namibia can easily mate with a Dutch Irish Pennsylvanian, or a Papuan with a ‘Metis’ person of Canada, and produce offspring themselves capable of producing offspring. If there were any racial barriers to cross, these unions would be barren or sterile.


Despite the reality, we sub-divide our species with ease. Colin Powell’s parents were Jamaican immigrants, and he is also of Irish and Scottish ancestry. However, he is referred to as the first African-American Secretary of State. It would be more appropriate to describe him as the first Afro-Caribbean-Scots-Irish-American Secretary of State. That may sound pedantic, but if we’re going to hybridise our society then why not go the whole hog? Barrack Obama has been elected the first African-American President of the United States. He is truly African-American, his father was African and his mother American. Yet all Americans are African-Americans, whether their ancestors arrived by crossing the Bering Strait, or on the Mayflower, or a slave ship, or signing for a Major League Soccer Team.

America is a fine example of humanity’s ambivalence. The country portrays itself as, “one nation under god” but there are no actual Americans in the United States. There are Native-Americans and African-Americans and Irish-Americans and Italian-Americans and Asian-Americans and Polish-Americans and Creoles and Militiamen and Republicans and Democrats, but no actual Americans. Not one nation under god, but nations perpetually and wilfully divided. Possessing infinite potential: Doomed to a death by a thousand cuts.

This behaviour is not typical of America, rather representative of the whole. Catholicism was meant to unite the entire Roman Empire under one religion and one god, yet since the time of the Protestant Reformation the number of Christian sects has been growing exponentially. Even before then, there were Franciscans and Benedictines and Jesuits and Augustinians and Camelites and Dominicans. The Quran teaches Muslims to avoid those who split their religion into schisms (“As for those who sunder their religion and become schismatics, no concern at all hast thou with them.”). There are still Sunnis and Shiites. And then there are the British, who will sub-divide down into European against American, British against European, English against British, northern against southern, Lancashire against Yorkshire, Liverpool against Manchester, and on, and on, ad infinitum.

Of course, our tribal behaviour is a throwback to before humanity came to be. We share a common ancestor with chimpanzees, and also share 98% of the same DNA, more than either species shares with any other (Simpleton Alert: Only fools believe we are descended from chimps). Chimp tribes are brutal. When, in ‘Shadows of Forgotten Ancestors’, Carl Sagan and Ann Druyan described a day in the life of a female chimp, they called the chapter, ‘Gangland’. Turf wars between rival clans are common. Chimps are also rigidly hierarchical, yet their loyalty to one another is so lassez-faire that they have been observed to randomly snatch infants from their mothers, dashing the head against a rock and consuming the flesh. Is this the behaviour we seek to ape?

In engaging in tribalism rather than society, we display an atavistic attitude. It is the scaffolding of human society, it may have served some purpose in the distant past, but it now obscures us from re-examining ourselves. Once the structure is complete, the scaffolding must be removed before the majesty of the cathedral, the museum, the mosque can be revealed. Which isn’t to say humanity is the finished article. Far from it.

We discussed the folly of prejudice in the previous section, but there is another word, often described as being synonymous with prejudice, but which is in fact its polar opposite. That word is discrimination. We each discriminate, in the clothes we wear, the food we eat, the people we idolise and fantasise about. There is nothing wrong or unnatural about that, even our senses discriminate, filtering out 95% of the sights and sounds within our perceptual range. We would be incapable of functioning if they didn’t.

It is only when this discrimination is blinkered by prejudice that we find ourselves in trouble. Prejudice is narrow minded because it removes great swathes of experience by finding nothing worthwhile in anything beyond a restricted field of view. I have met many people who believe that because they live a certain way this must be the only way to live, bypassing any realisation that the world would be an infinitely poorer place as a result. One Dylan, one Dawkins, one Ani DiFranco is a marvel. An entire world of them would come to seem like hell. By stripping away the social layers, we leave only self. Only then can individuality guide you in the something approaching a true course.

This is why I could never agree with the ‘God Hates Fags’ fundamentalists. Aside from the moral repugnance of a supreme being punishing two consenting adults with eternal damnation for the simple act of loving one another, I cannot abide such a one dimensional world view. Fundamentalism fails on three counts; it is unimaginative, boring, and simplistic. A comedian, whose name I forget, once said that God’s great joke was that He created myriad different sexes but told humanity there were only two. He may have a point. Traditional thinking looks to restrict the number of sexes to two. Yet when I look out of my window I observe a universe dedicated to expansion and creation. Yes, in the past there may have been one human sexuality, but we’ve moved on since then. At one time there were no iPods, cars or skyscrapers either. There are now. They say homosexuality is unnatural (which it is, most naturalists agree that bisexuality is dominant amongst higher primates), but so are iPods, cars and skyscrapers.

Fascism fails to hold sway because it fails to agree with the world in which we inhabit. As with all forms of fundamentalism, it demands that the Earth’s pole lie at 90o to the plane of the sun. Unfortunately for the fascists, the North Pole leans at an angle of 23.6o. Without this tilt there would be no seasons and the time between sunrise and sunset would remain fixed throughout the year. Then the world might bear division along primitive lines, but I can’t imagine the creatures there evolving very far. A 23.6o angle gives rise to a planet rich in biodiversity, necessitating myriad solutions to the unique problems of deserts and forests and jungles and plains and tundra and rivers and seas and abyssal oceans. One of those solutions became the human race. Maybe it would simpler if the world could be reduced to the fundamental dichotomies, good and evil, black and white, us and them, but what rational person would want to live in such a world? Fundamentalism demands that the universe be static, when any damm fool can see it expanding. And because its ideology is skewed to reality, its only recourse lies in tyranny.

We need to remove the blinkers and learn to discriminate with the scalpel rather than the sledgehammer (to borrow from recent political parlance). If you wish to hang out only with people who look like you, fine, but ask yourself, what is it which leads you to believe that you have anything else in common with those people other than an approximate skin tone? And what is it which makes you believe you’re so pure anyway? If you are British and your family has been resident here for several generations then you’re probably a mongrel of the highest order. Britain is prime real estate and has been invaded many times, by the Picts and the Romans and the Vikings and the Saxons and the Normans, as well as absorbing people from all over its once all powerful empire. There are over 1,000,000 words in the English language, compared to an average of 50,000 in other languages. This is because English consists of words from Gaelic, Greek, Latin, Hebrew, Arabic, Norse, Saxon, French, French Latin, Spanish, Sanskrit, Urdu, and many others. Should we expel these immigrants too?

“He not busy being born,” sings Dylan, “is busy dying.” Any society which is not absorbing new cultures, new ideas, new technologies becomes stagnant and slides into the historical mire. Multiculturalism is not only preferable, it is essential for the evolution of the species and the continued creation of high art. The works of Shakespeare are multicultural, he absorbed the work of European poets and dramatists from the previous three thousand years and advanced them to the next plateau in his own inimitable style. The same is true of the music of the Beatles. And if a densely populated, multicultural society is so disadvantageous, explain New York then. Is there a more vibrant city on Earth?

Look, the average person will have nothing in common with 95% of the people they meet in their lifetime, maybe because of colour or nationality or religion, but more likely because they like a different sport, or support a different team, or listen to a different style of music, or have personal habits others find distasteful, or hold political views different, even abhorrent, to others, or any number of other criteria. If we are extremely lucky there will be one, maybe two people in our lifetimes with whom we feel sufficiently comfortable to allow the mask to slip. No man is an island, but he is a peninsula, perennially inaccessible on three sides. Doesn’t that already seem restricting enough, without allowing the arbitrary lines of race and nation to reduce our sphere of influence to zero?

Free yourself. Move towards a natural conclusion. Every element in your body was created in the heart of a supernova billions of years ago and travelled light years across space to randomly arrive at this point. Migration is encoded into your very DNA. Like King Cnut before the tide, the far right thinks it can stop immigration, but it is a futile endeavour. The seas swirl, the tectonic plates shift, and mankind beats to the drum of its nomadic roots. Yet it is possible to step beyond that stampeding herd, recognise your uniqueness, follow the Hicksian way, assess the world with a truly subjective world view (rather than being indoctrinated by paper, party, or the latest vacuous celebrity cult), and come to conclusions based on information, rather than fearing and despising those with whom you only ever interact weakly. You might also come to realise that the only real barrier to success is self. All the ethnic minorities in the world can’t thwart the truly talented or motivated individual. If you’ve sunk low enough to blame whole sections off society for your low station, you’re probably exactly where you’re meant to be. Get used to it, 'cause ya ain't going nowhere.

Of course a person’s ethnicity and nationality do have a bearing on whom they are as a person, but this is at least in part due to the underlying prejudices which still exist in human society. A ‘black’ person has a different perspective on the world than a ‘white’ person due the stereotypes with which both are judged. Moreover, a Nigerian has a different experience of being ‘black’ than a ‘black’ New Yorker or Parisian or Londoner. Skin tone, nationality, sex, sexuality, physical ability, mental prowess, height, weight, eye colour, hair colour, sexual endowment, these many layers go to make up who we are as individuals, shaping how we view the world and how the world views us.

It’s the difference between seeing your ego as a point particle and a matrix. The difference between:
  • 'black'
or
  • 'white'
and:


Female Financial Administrator Arsenal Fan Batman Tattoo Rose Drinker Sci-Fi Fan Atheist
Bajan Mother Jamaican Father London Born Makes a mean mutton curry Fave Novel: The Great Gatsby Brown Eyed Black Hair
Collects Shoes Stubborn Sea Food Lover Loves Purple and Silver MG Driver Geek Perfect 10 Listener
6 Music Listener Dog lover Practical Mac User Cynic Sarcastic Hates ITV
Allergic to coffee Independent Reader Radiohead Fan Scrubs Fan Green Party Member Heterosexual Grazia Reader
Gardener Omnivore Wii Owner Theatregoer Mother Passionate Antifascist
Unticklish Eldest Child Pro-active Right Handed Gregarious Hates Celery Resolute

or:

Male Writer Liverpool Fan Dylanite Theatregoer PC User Atheist
Scots- Anglo- Irish- Welsh- German- Arabian- African
Radiohead Fan Hates UHT Milk Amnesty Supporter Collects Books Cognac Drinker Brown Eyed Black Hair
Independent Reader Eyebrow Stud Private Eye Reader Fave Novel: Ulysses N.I. Reader Sci-Fi Fan Geek
Eldest Child Perfect 10 Listener Scrubs Fan Radio 4 Listener Heterosexual Omnivore Hates ITV
Sarcastic Gregarious Socialist Cat Lover Left Handed Ticklish Antifascist
Imaginative Stubborn Passionate Lazy Distracted Cynic Eponymist

No two people are alike (even twins have unique world lines), we merely converge at certain points. Inversely, no two people are entirely unalike. I have long believed that you could take two people with disparate ideologies, a white supremacist from Alabama say, and a member of the Nation of Islam, lock them in a room and after a few hours of intense hatred they would discover a mutual love of flower arranging. This idea is perfectly illustrated in a story I heard on Radio 4. It was told by Jon Holmes of The Now Show and featured Abu Hamza, the radical Islamic preacher, and Nick Griffin, leader of the BNP, back stage at a debate at Cambridge University. As Holmes recounts, “Griffin couldn't open a packet of Hob Nobs (let's face it, biscuit packets are tricky) but the Hook-Handed Hob Nob Hacker was a dab hand. In a manner of speaking.” Hamza came to Griffin’s aid, slicing open the packet of biscuits with one of his hooked hands. “It was a wondrous and beautiful moment. Then they went onstage and had a massive row.”

So what are we worrying about? I don’t mean to put on a hippy wig and start singing, ‘Give Peace A Chance’ here, but if Nick Griffin and Abu Hamza can come together over anything, even a packet of Hob Nobs, then there’s hope for us all.

History begins at conception. I was born in Britain, but do not consider myself British. The former is where I was born, the latter a state of mind to which I cannot subscribe2. Great Britain is an arbitrary border, less arbitrary than any mainland continental country, but still determined by centuries of conquest and immigration of which I played little if any part. I have not been to every city and town in the UK and am unlikely to. My country is my country, as individual as I am myself. “What ish my nation?” asks MacMorris in Henry V. “Who talks of my nation?” My nation is Cardiff and Manchester and Liverpool, but it is also Paris and Madrid, Amsterdam and New York. My nation is the halls of Elsinore and Gormanghast, the island of Pianosa during World War Two and the streets of Dublin, June 16th 1904. Yes, the geographical location in which I live, in which I have spent most of my life, has a bearing on the person that I am. My sense of humour, for instance, is typically British, motivated by suppressed anger, but my personality is also determined by the authors I read, the music I listen to, the films I watch, to create a unique consciousness, never to be repeated. I am a distinct blend of experience and influence, and pride in my individuality outshines all other considerations.

Human civilisation stands at a crossroads. For thousands of years its basic structure remained unchanged. A person from the 14th century would have been able to converse with someone from the 19th on roughly equal terms. Yet with the onset of the industrial age, into the mechanisation of the 20th century, through to the computer and internet ages, the technical evolution of humanity has progressed at something approaching an exponential rate. With this explosion, the foundations on which society was based for millennia have borne the strain and cracked. It is now possible to communicate with someone on the other side of the world as if they were in the next room. Fixed, national boundaries start to give way to the virtual, floating lines of cyberspace. Where once there were the English and Scots and French and Pakistanis and Nigerians, we will increasingly come to find nations of Trekies and Lost fans; Jazz aficionados and classic car enthusiasts; Wine tasters and Joycean scholars (not to mention the inhabitants of Second Life, World of Warcraft et al.). In antiquity humanity was required to bond to those who shared a common space in order to survive the ravages of winter and invading armies. On the virtual plane we are finally permitted to unite with those with whom we share a common interest. Accidents of birth need no longer confine us, the only borders now are our own imaginations. There is still such a thing as society, it is merely undergoing a transformation. When the Harry Potter fans secede from the union, we will know the transformation is complete.

Brian: Look, you've got it all wrong! You don't NEED to follow ME, You don't NEED to follow ANYBODY! You've got to think for your selves! You're ALL individuals!

Crowd: Yes! We're all individuals!

Brian: You're all different!

Crowd: Yes, we ARE all different!

Man in crowd: I'm not...



Notes
 

1 It’s actually a little more complicated than this, but accurate enough for the purposes of the present discussion. See the ‘Eve’s Tale’ section of ‘The Ancestor’s Tale’ for a more detailed explanation.
2 Bill Hicks was once asked if he was proud to be an American. “I didn’t have a lot to do with it,” he replied, “my parents fucked there and that’s about it.”

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Conclusion

There is something in physics called the Zeroth Law of Thermodynamics. Consider three objects, A, B and C. If objects A and B are at the same temperature, and objects B and C are at the same temperature, objects A and C must also be at the same temperature. This is such a simple piece of logic that it didn’t warrant a regular ordinal number, despite being coined after the three standard thermodynamic laws. However it is useful to specifically state the Zeroth Law, as it has some important consequences.

What we need is a Zeroth Law of Consciousness, a baseline against which sentience can be judged. I propose the following:

Zeroth Law of Consciousness: All sentient beings are unique

If we keep this simple premise embedded in our sub-conscious then we’ll go a long way towards identifying with individuals that we have something actual in common with, rather than following strictly arbitrary lines. I call it the Zeroth Law of Consciousness because it is also a statement so blindingly obvious that those existing below its line must be considered as obeying animal instinct rather than exercising reasoned argument or free will. That sounds elitist I know, but like the poverty line or the illiteracy rate it is the responsibility of those of us in privileged social positions to raise the standard across the nation and across the globe. That’s how a functioning democracy is supposed to work.

“Art,” wrote Bertolt Brecht, “is not a mirror to reflect reality, but a hammer with which to shape it.” With Modern Fable, I took the hammer to the mirror. I originally wrote the story to deal with the issues I had with a town I lived and worked in for many years; a town where I considered it a good day if I didn’t hear the word, Paki, at any point. Good days were few and far between and most everything in Modern Fable is a caricature of something I heard or saw. However, following the election of two BNP candidates to the European Parliament we need to recognise that fascism is an issue and take a little time to ensure it crawls no further into the political arena. The naive think the answer is to ban or otherwise ignore them. I wonder if they would say the same were they told they had cancer. “It’s alright doctor, I’ll ignore it and it’ll probably go away.” No, as Nietzsche reminds us, fascism is no way to deal with fascism, and if blanket bans were the limit of our imagination we really would be screwed. Like the so-called ‘War on Terror’, if we are to resort to our enemies methodology, why not just hand power over to them and save ourselves the hassle?

With the possible exception of those residing on Planet Fox News, there is no group as deluded as the far right. They are about as far from reality as it’s possible to be without actually phasing out of existence. The Phased Right we should call them (spelt Fazed Right to annoy them). Don’t turn up at Fazed Right rallies and boo them. That’s what they want, to think that they're feared and reviled. Booing gives them permission to feel powerful. As with all Orwellian language, ‘white supremacy’ conveniently informs the reader of the two things that it proponents definitely are not. Remember this and respond accordingly. I have prepared a list of do’s and don'ts for when dealing with the Fazed Right:
  • DON'T boo or make any other gestures which may allow them an inflated sense of self importance;
  • DO point and laugh. Go Laughing Policeman on their asses;
  • DO punctuate your laughter with references to their manifesto, allowing this to set you off into fresh bouts of hilarity;
  • DON'T throw eggs. Throw bananas instead (underarm only please, even fascists have the right to protest in a safe environment).
  • DO tickle your armpits and pull monkey faces at them;
  • DO refer to fascists as an inferior species, but reassure them that Britain is a nation of animal lovers (we could even petition for a royal charter and set up the Royal Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Fascists);
  • DO chant lines from the Germans episode of Fawlty Towers, given that they probably don't realise it’s satire on racism;
  • DO make noises of pitiful sympathy towards them, as if it’s not their fault they were born lower down the food chain (“Sometimes they almost look almost human.”);
  • DO flashmob their parliamentary offices and all demand repatriation back to the Great Rift Valley;
  • Finally, DO engage them in debate and highlight the obvious flaws in their myopic worldview.
There is a certain nobility one feels in being regarded as a radical. There is no pride in being seen as a national joke. If you are proud of anything in this country, be proud of its collective sense of humour. We have a fine tradition of satire, from Hogarth, Swift and Sir Thomas Moore, to Punch, Private Eye and Spitting Image, to Mark Thomas, Chris Morris and Armando Iannucci. It is our gift for puncturing the egos of the pompous and bloated that will see us through these strange days.

Besides, I could never live in an Aryan world: I'm just not that in to blondes!

But it's no use, says he. Force, hatred, history, all that. That's not a life for men and women, insult and hatred. And everybody knows that it's the very opposite of that that is really life.


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Bibliography and Resources

Blake: The Complete Poems (Longman Annotated English Poets)
Bob Dylan: Lyrics
City Close-Up – Jeremy Seabrook
The Darwin Awards II: More True Stories of How Dumb Humans Have Met Their Maker
The Road to Wigan Pier – George Orwell
Beyond Good and Evil – Friedrich Nietzsche
The Zinn Reader – Howard Zinn
Mapping Human History – Steve Olsen
The Ancestor's Tale - Richard Dawkins
Shadows of Forgotten Ancestors – Ann Druyan/Carl Sagan
The Oxford Complete Works of Shakespeare
Gormanghast – Melvin Peake
Catch 22 – Joseph Heller
Ulysses – James Joyce

Utopia – Sir Thomas Moore
A Modest Proposal – Jonathan Swift
As Used on the Famous Nelson Mandela – Mark Thomas

Audio

Rant in E-minor – Bill Hicks

Podcasts

BBC Radio 4 Friday Night Comedy (includes ‘The Now Show’)
The Collings and Herrin Podcast

DVD

Relentless – Bill Hicks
Life of Brian
Spitting Image
The Day Today
Brass Eye
The Thick of It
Serious Organised Criminal – Mark Thomas