Showing posts with label Identity. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Identity. Show all posts

Saturday, April 21, 2007

Prison life

Richard G. Fecteau and John T. Downey were CIA agents captured by the Chinese in 1952 and not released until 1971 and 1973 respectively. They survived their years of often harsh imprisonment well enough to live very full and useful lives on their release. They have never gone to the media about their time in China and even this CIA Journal article was written with minimal input from them. There's a short version from The Times here.

Their techniques for survival

Never Give Up Hope
Scale Down Expectations
Create a Routine
Get Physical
Keep a Secret Space for Yourself
Remember that a Brain Cannot be Washed
Care for Each Other
Find Humor Where You Can
Be Patient

Wednesday, January 03, 2007

Like us or like them?

Mark Bowden in The Wall Street Journal.

Any nation is, at heart, an idea. Once people started organizing themselves in groups larger than their own blood lines, they had to invent reasons for considering themselves part of something bigger--tribes, city states, feudal kingdoms, nations, empires. Language, customs, religion, ideology and geographic proximity have all served. The idea of a state that accepts as equal citizens people from all corners of the globe, a nation founded on abstract principles, is a relative newcomer. We have been trying to get the people inhabiting a large swath of land between and on both sides of the Tigris and Euphrates to embrace the concept. It is an ongoing struggle with less-than-encouraging results...

Nine years ago, in the epilogue to "Black Hawk Down," I quoted an unnamed State Department official (he was Michael Sheehan, ambassador for counter-terrorism) as follows: "The idea used to be that terrible countries were terrible because good, decent, innocent people were being oppressed by evil, thuggish leaders. Somalia changed that. Here you have a country where just about everybody is caught up in the fighting. You stop an old lady on the street and ask her if she wants peace, and she will say, 'Yes, of course, I pray for it daily.' All the things you would expect her to say. Then ask her if she would be willing for her clan to share power with another to have that peace, and she'll say, 'With those murderers and thieves? I'd die first.' People in these countries . . . don't want peace. They want victory. They want power. Men, women, old, and young. Somalia was the experience that taught us that people in these places bear much of the responsibility for things being the way they are. The hatred and killing continues because they want it to. Or because they don't want peace enough to stop it."
I, too, have always assumed that most people, given the choice, would choose to have the things that I have had. But I have forgotten the conditions that need to be met for those things to be possible. A functioning economy, a stable and just (or at least accepted) political system, a (comparatively) large degree of freedom. When the Lebanese forebears of my father arrived in Australia, they cast off the baggage of their homeland within a generation and then married out. It was natural. But all those conditions were present, handed over by the British colonial administrators at the turn of the century. The ethnic identity that so many now insist on maintaining at all costs was cast off and a new one adopted without any trauma, as far as I know. This is very rare. So few peoples have the choice to strike off in a new direction; the road that history has laid for them is bordered by high walls and they must repeat what has always been done without deviation or hesitation.

Friday, December 15, 2006

And so this is Christmas

And so continue the annual skirmishes over terminology, iconography and civic values that have come to characterise Christmas. It does raise so many of the contradictions inherent in a society that proclaims itself as secular, but is built on centuries of Christian tradition. Although these skirmishes have intensified since September, 2001, this is really a conflict within the culture of the West.

It didn't start with PC or with Islamic assertiveness, but with the Pilgrim Fathers, who banned celebrating Christmas in Massachusetts until 1681, and with other Unitarian worthies, such as Charles Dickens, in whose hands it bacame a "kind, forgiving, charitable, pleasant time" rather than a remembrance of the Incarnation.

Santa Claus is a Unitarian invention spun off the very real, heroic, and virtuous St. Nicholas. A Unitarian penned "Jingle Bells," a delightful tune, devoid of Christian intent or meaning.
Unbelievers such as myself have taken to this interpretation to cover our sentimental attachment to the festival, but as in so many aspects of this cultural schizophrenia we live with, it is exposed as hollow when opposed by those of stronger convictions. So we tend to return to the forms and play identity politics with them to match the claims from the others in the same arena. Somehow such assertiveness about this festival of light and plenty in the depths of Winter becomes 'meanness of sprit' and loses even the gentleness of Dickens' Christless version.

Although I share the annoyance and scorn felt by many at the antics of the PC Brigade, such feelings are not what I want or used to have at Christmas. Not that I can find a way to resurrect what I/we once had. Such are the times.