Not All Epithets and Insults are Equal
The “new normal” of protecting everyone from anything and everything has reached the level of social media inanities like the ‘TikTok’ challenge. The National Football League is imposing penalties for “baiting or taunting acts or words that may engender ill-will between teams”. Experience makes me doubt 350-pound linemen are in imminent danger from gestures or name-calling. And growing up with a surname like mine provided considerable experience.
The variations of “Pissy pants” kids can come up with is quite impressive. (Before anyone asks, I’ve forgotten specifics.) Our parents wisely taught my brother and I to ignore the taunters and remember the old line: “Sticks and stones may break my bones, but names will never hurt me.”
That, of course, does not apply to epithets like the N‑word, or anti-Semitic slurs. They are in a deplorable ‘class’ of their own. But to assign every racial remark — intended or otherwise — to the same category cheapens and even diminishes that.
A recent profile of the career of U.S. Vice-President Kamala Harris noted racism she has had to endure. Included in the list was Republican politicians deliberately mispronouncing her Indian first name.
That’s more in the realm of pathetic than racist. Those who do it to provoke or demean are less grown up than the kids who played word games with my surname. They at least were innovative, and for the most part were trying to be funny. The few who did it to be hurtful didn’t succeed, for the simple reason I was taught not to let them. Lucky for all of us that ‘microaggression’ wasn’t in vogue back then. Otherwise, some of us would be scarred for life, which is what is happening today.
THERE IS NO ESCAPE
Comments are labelled, pigeon-holed, or edited before they are analysed or even considered, let alone given a chance to seep into a conscious mind. Expressing an unconventional — meaning original — or ‘non-woke’ thought can find you disqualified before you’re barely out of the starting gate of philosophical exploration.
To be pro-anything is to be anti-something else and vice-versa. There is little if any middle ground for discussion or even careful thought. One toe off the mob-beaten path is now a ‘microaggression”, although the boundaries aren’t exactly well-marked. One definition of the sin is: “A statement, action, or incident regarded as an instance of indirect, subtle, or unintentional discrimination against members of a marginalized group such as a racial or ethnic minority.”
If microaggressions are so subtle, how do you figure out if you’re committing one? Or on the receiving end?
Denial of intent is stepping into the Kafka trap.
Derived from the novel The Trial by Czech writer Franz Kafka, the trap is the condition of always being wrong. Denying an accusation is taken as an admission of guilt; only a guilty party would go out of their way to counter an allegation of wrongdoing. Saying nothing is the same thing, because silence means acceptance of the allegation.
Ridicule and contempt have replaced discuss and differ. An egregious example is the craze for tearing down or defacing statues of otherwise great figures because at some stage they took part in or expressed support for a practice that didn’t meet today’s standards or norms. The perpetrators laud it as activism or ‘wokeness’, necessary lest someone be disturbed or hurt by remembering past evils.
A SENSIBLE ALTERNATIVE
But if there is nothing to remind us of the past, evil or otherwise, how will future generations know it was there, or learn from it? The best example of how to deal with monuments to repression I’ve ever encountered was in Mozambique, a country that suffered for centuries under the yoke of some of the worst excesses of colonialism imaginable. At independence in 1975, monuments to heroes of the Portuguese colonial empire loomed over every square of the capital Maputo (renamed from Lourenco Marques). When I went there a year later for a series of reports on how the new Marxist state was doing, only the plinths remained. The grandiose statues they displayed had been carefully cut off and moved to the state electricity company’s secure storage grounds.
“It is natural that the people would want to destroy them,” my government-appointed guide (read “minder”) told me. “But they are part of our history which we must not allow to be forgotten. We are keeping them safe until they can be put in a museum.”
Neither my thoughtful guide nor I recognised it at the time as a perfect example of the wisdom Vincent Van Gogh applied to art: “Great things are not done by impulse, but by a series of small things brought together.”
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Cecil Rhodes huge statue on one of Harare’s main thoroughfares was moved to the plush gardens of Zimbabwe’s National Archives, albeit resting on its side. One minister said at the time that by resting it that way at least the ants and grasshoppers could still enjoy it.