“Nostalgia is a seductive liar.” ~ GEORGE WILDMAN BALL
IT’S NOT ALWAYS EASY TO PINPOINT when exactly you began to think in a certain way.
Whether we know it or not, society dictates most of our beliefs and behaviours — the effect being that many of our habits and conventions are derived to avoid attention, suspicion or unpopularity as the various events in our lives roll by. As the gradual and ascendant force of conviction sets in it gives rise to an over-simplified experience we call ‘maturity’ — which includes such badly managed idiosyncrasies as ‘independence’ and ‘tolerance’ — traits very easily reduced to basic apathy, or are forgotten about entirely.
During our lives there many events that will stand out in our memories and in our collective history as being pivotal in that they trigger particular or peculiar actions and sometimes even larger, more significant events that are in complete contrast to everything else that is going on at the time. Entire nations can rise and fall by these events. Families will cross oceans, ending generations of history in one place, beginning anew in another. These are the random and emotional memories that punctuate the gloom. But timelines, expressed emotionally, are anything but linear, while nostalgia is both seductive and deceptive. This combination is as best a way I can think of to describe hazy memories and the glaze that is layered over our history, in any form. History – of the recorded variety — is a tricky kind of record to keep straight. Its always slightly skewed, frequently inaccurate, yet punctured by events that undoubably took place — and took place because of a lingering malady or symptom — triggered by incidents that dominate the headlines, while the underlying cause is barely discussed. The events of ‘now’ are obviously critical and we act accordingly, thrust forward by our urges, our convictions and by the force of the crowd acting, it seems, independently of everything going on ‘behind’ us. ‘Now’ dominates everything. It is our tool for action.
Yet society doesn’t necessarily change when it develops new tools, it changes when it develop new behaviours — which are anchored in the past. There are exceptions; we didn’t start using cars because we ran out of horses or needed to find avenues to express our intolerance and pent up road rage — but having done so we changed our behaviour accordingly.
As humans we have that tendency to evolve, develop, and explore, yet the key to evolution is not just a transformation to new ideas. Evolution – of the useful variety — requires a transformation of behaviour so that we are capable of that evolution. And it is our behaviour that is that underlying weakness. As much as we are able to tolerate, or adapt, we prefer not to. Over time we grow accustomed to our lives, our back yards, our installed set of prejudices, accepting the conditions wherein we exist. In a relatively stable system these conditions are neatly moderated by commerce and law, contributed to from time to time by the arts and even by ourselves as individuals — if we are so lucky.
Some of these conditions induce conflict; or at least, they would, but they do not because we tolerate them while they lie dormant, ignited only by an emotional and unexpected accelerant. We are both fortunate and unfortunate to be living in such interesting times. Fortunate, because we have — and will have — a wealth of experience on which to draw later; unfortunate because most people will not give a damn about events as they pass by and are consigned to history — the gloom — styled in whichever form is fashionable, or by whichever survivor ( the victor) chooses to write them down. Only the highlights stand out, if they even do that.
This presupposes that — in general — we’ll never have the urge to look back to see what just happened, that we’ll be quite happy within whichever state of affairs we find ourselves. And this is the norm; if we’re are lucky, however, we will have the dysfunction, the broken seat, the obstructed view or stunted growth — however you want to describe it — to have to compensate, to turn back out of caution and perhaps anxiety, to see a hairline fracture in the jointing of our assembled past, or a badly patched repair in the fabric of history.
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I’M FORTUNATE FOR BEING SIMILARLY INHIBITED having looked behind me one day to question the workmanship of my own meandering experience, an enquiry which ultimately extended to people, prejudice — and then to everything else. This broadsword of analysis was made easier and more accessible to me because other events had paved the way:
The first of these was being born in South Africa. The novelist and activist Nadine Gordimer once pointed out that white South Africans are born twice; once biologically, and once again when they emerge from the artificial colour-consciousness1 of the apartheid state.2
The second event was arriving in England for the first time. This was a most remarkable experience and the process that followed it was eye-opening to say the least. By living in a new country my frames of reference — my daily life — had shifted. When you are used to a certain backdrop and orientation but all of a sudden this changes, you’re forced to address many aspects of your routine and existence from first principles. It is at this point that your eyes open for the first time; leaving South Africa began the gestation period to this ‘second birth’.
The third event was, I suppose, the actual trigger.
In this I was not an active participant, rather a passenger, as I have been for most of my life. I observed — as the world descended into recession (the first of my professional career) a kind of substitute, recession-denying persona emerge out of every other person on the streets and station platforms — whether they wore a cuff-linked, over-starched pink shirt from TM Lewin, or not. The suppressed resentment and anger of class in these people seem to rise as incomes fell. The comforting and oppressing forces of consumption — the usual resistance to socioeconomic downward pressure — was replaced with a kind of survival instinct; but a passive-aggressive version, edged with a quiet desperation as the magnitude and consequences became apparent. Denial is a very human condition. Or was it simply arrogance … of a very London variety?
It’s easy to suggest, as many pundits do, that these emerging characteristics are animal, linking us back to our supposed origin of species; that they are evidence of some sort of ‘survival of the fittest’ scenario, a misplaced pseudo-scientific3 notion of human evolution playing out in suits and cities. This kind of Darwinistic imagery possesses the drama and poignancy that is appealing to our sense of ‘scientific’ enquiry. But the drama is part of the illusion. The drama — like that thing that makes people need to wear a cuff-linked, over-starched pink shirt from TM Lewin – is the human condition. The shift we see is not necessarily taking place in people, but perhaps in the popular culture on which they feed, and is specifically visible when so much of the population is thrust into economic crises. So, feral is just a manifestation of stress.
History will also recall the London Riots of 2011 – those not-really riots — as being a central event in the United Kingdom of the first decade of the century or so. And perhaps they were significant; but the media enjoyed the story much more. Historians and commentators like David Starkey appeared on television suggesting that the perpetrators were merely ‘Shopping with Violence’. I was initially drawn to Starkey’s conclusion as I, like many people, are drawn to contrary or controversial voices that make clever sounding noises. In the case of Mailer, Zinn, Chomsky, Vidal, Hitchens – you’re certainly better off favouring the heretic over the voice of popular culture, even if popular culture tries to mimic it blindly.
But there is a fine line between being blunt and being glib. There was something unsettling in Starkey’s account. Perhaps it was because he is an old-school historian, or perhaps he is simply a racist. After a number of days, and with some poking around, I realised that he reminded me of an older generation; stubborn and bull-headed and inherently conservative. I’d heard these people while growing up in South Africa. They were my family and many of my teachers.
You can find their kind captured in interviews by the BBC conducted in South Africa in the 1950s and 1960s. While typically controversial, and specifically political, the interviews4 none-the-less illustrate the blunt and crude opinions about class and culture. Much of the older generation of white South Africa tried to defend apartheid; but all they betray is a belittling, racist tone of a general public who still think of black people as simple and inferior — like a child. They’re convinced that the Black Man didn’t really mind apartheid, that he was better off with the things the White man gave him. A job. Free time…
Suffice to say, you don’t hear much from that generation these days. They are retired, or have passed away, or are closeted away in quite streets and towns. But I don’t think that sufficient time has passed to be able to declare that those same prejudiced urges are sufficiently suppressed. Indeed, they drip out of storage no matter where you go; which was one of those revelations that caused me one day to stop and blink — because they materialise in more insidious ways, and they’re certainly not isolated to South Africa.
There is a powerful subtlety in meaning when you overturn the simple definition of a racist as being a person who simply doesn’t like blacks, or Jews, or Muslims – to be someone who believes that they are superior because of their ethnicity, position of authority or social class, and that other apparently inferior fellow human beings do not warrant the attention or the time for consideration. The image that forms in your mind becomes much more revealing — and surprisingly relevant. From that altered perspective something like public outcry or a social uprising isn’t taken seriously as being a human response, a collective consciousness, or a reaction to oppression — rather, it is seen as some defect in conduct, character or composition. From those minds come the glib and condescending conclusions, “shopping with violence”.
Human beings seem to have the ability to use their position of authority — perceived or otherwise — to dehumanise others as the broad and complex landscape of society grows more and more present, and the collective experience of humanity becomes more and more vivid. As much as we have the moral fibre to be inclusive, we consistently illustrate our reluctance to do so, excluding others in a confused state of political correctness, name calling, and cheap jokes.
It is of little use to turn to our political leaders for salvation. If history has taught us nothing else, it’s that politicians are incapable of doing anything or processing anything that is not of use to them. Nor should we turn back and try recapture romantic history. History is filled with tales of bravery and revolution, of founding fathers and nation-building. Yet mostly the struggle of empires and civilisations is a grapple with monarchy and democracy, both of which get in the way of people of business being free to do business; irrespective of the consequences. This is the real story of our evolution.
Nor should we internalise the issue — selfishly. We have for too long suffered in a cult of individualism; a myth propagated by people who say things like ‘life is what you make it’ without thinking that for many people, under the influence of rampant capitalism, life is surely what corporations and governments make it. And least of all, ignore the cries of the clergy who espouse the idea that religion is the path to redemption, of regaining morality. One does not require a third party — religion, or the law — to evolve a moralistic way of thinking. The law and justice are two very different things. The law is already there. It is up to people to sort it out for themselves.
From mindless patriotic fervour, to cruelty on internet forums, it is increasingly clear that an unchecked cult of individualism has given rise to a society incapable of debate, who stare blindly into the face of a lie and never flinch. On top of it all, the sense of denial is palpable, supported by ever increasing numbers of people who only exist in the ‘now’. There seems to be no inclination — instinctive, or instigated — for people to turn back and see the blur of society as it comes into a messy and in-cohesive focus. Our lives are too richly fuelled by a mix of lies and crowd mentality. Opinion polls become fact. We are obsessed with equality, and our own inferiority complex. We are emotionally starved and consumed with image and reputation. If we are to avoid the multitudes that do evil, then we should be quite happy with not taking ourselves too seriously. Or anyone else for that matter.
Thomas Pryor Gore – a Republican senator and the grandfather of the outspoken novelist Gore Vidal – once remarked that if there was any race other than the human race, he’d go join it. I’ve often felt the same — as have people I’ve known. Those words — irrespective of the context in which they were uttered — serve as a reminder of the timeless human ability to isolate himself. Isolationist movements, who see the state as their implacable enemy, attempt but fail ( vis a vi Waco Texas, Ruby Ridge, Oklahoma City) to live in the proverbial wilderness. Nor do we have the luxury of joining another race of beings, or communing with other animals. Very few people, if any, have succeeded in wandering off into the wild and living successfully in the tundra of Alaska alongside the coyotes and the bears…
…and if polled, I doubt the coyotes and bears would want that either.
1 The Lying Days (1953)
2 Gordimer, Nadine. “Hardtalk” Nadine Gordimer, South African Writer. Charlie Rose BBC. 10 May 2011. Web. http://www.bbc.co.uk/i/b01129bn/
3 Jacoby, Susan. “The age of american unreason”
4 Interview (unformatted) Panorama : Union of South Africa. Prod. Michael Peacock. BBC 1957 [online] http://www.bbc.co.uk/archive/apartheid/7201.shtml