Thursday, October 26, 2006

Jack Straw: You're an Ass

Even though Straw's comments were made on Oct 5, the repercussions of making and inviting such racist comments are still being unveiled (excuse the pun). How can an individual make such rude comments that so obviously target and segregate a religious group? Especially someone in a position of service and representation to the people. I think it says a great deal about British society. Not only the fact that he could and did make the comments, but that people accepted it as a starting point for a debate on the subject. A subject that very few people are educated about or familiar with, but one that everyone seems to feel they are an expert on.

The problem does not lie in the fact that, as Straw claimed, the veil seperates women from interacting in Western society, but it lies in other people's discomfort with veiled women. People who dont wear a veil need to self-analyze to find out why they cant handle speaking to someone who is wearing extra clothing. Its quite obvious why people have difficulty communicating with a naked person or a nearly naked person, but someone wearing extra clothes, including a small cloth over their mouth and nose is NOT an issue that should divide an otherwise seamless multicultural society. I would like to meet Mr Straw and ask him why he chose to make these comments so close to election time. I want to ask him why he would turn his back on the many, many Muslims in his Blackburn constituency and finally I would like to ask him why he made the comments publicly and then disappeared. He has not followed up his statments and has definitely not apologized for the added hardship he has caused Muslim women who are now thrust unwillingly, front-and-center, into the eye of the public.

Saturday, October 21, 2006

Guy Fawkes Night

As I was working on a major research project for school (state-controlled vs. commercially-controlled media), I was astonished to see fireworks erupting from all over the city (I have a great view from my room). When I asked my housemates what was going on, they laughed and thought I was kidding. I wasn't. They explained that the fireworks were (and are - they are still going strong every night) to celebrate Guy Fawkes Day - a holiday where ppl gather round bonfires and watch fireworks in remembrance of the day when Guy Fawkes, a man who tried to blow up parliament, was arrested.

The holiday really doesn't seem to warrant all this celebration. Even on July 4th weekends there aren't this many fireworks EVERY night. They go straight from about 7pm to 11pm for 3 days. I understand that its great that he was caught - we wouldn't want anyone to threaten parliament or anything, but it seems more like a memorial to him than a celebration for anything. What are they celebrating - the tact of the police force, his ingeniousness, the safety of the parliament building...it's so ambiguous to my American mind. We celebrate independence (the 4th), Pagan Gods (halloween), sharing and turkey (thanksgiving) love (valentines day) and...leprauchans (st patricks day).

Yes. Well, it is apparent that MOST holidays are relatively pointless. I think I have answered my own question. Thank you and good night.

At the end of the day I am only a diplomat

Questions and rage may be flung haphazardly
while people are compelled to feign understanding & content

The timeless enemy pairs: good & evil, right & wrong, peace & war
may continue the struggle for domination

The world may continue its descent into unmitigated disillusion
and all knowns reversed into unknowns-

But at the end of the day I am only a diplomat. One who tries
to draw lines & divide the world's happiness into 2 neat piles
- one designated to each side.

Though insanity erupts amond men and corruption becomes
a widely held and widely defended character;

Though good people may do bad & beautiful people may act repulsive;
Though a small piece of myself is always reserved for self-doubt

At the end of the day I am only a diplomat. Embarking on
a journey to bring an evasive peace to the hands of angry citizens

At the end of the day I am only a diplomat - too naive
to accept the diligence of belligerence

Too tenacious to forfeit even the slightest victory
and too diplomatic to admit that diplomacy is only a game

played by people who value the image of pluralistic content
and general agreeability.

Friday, October 20, 2006

Americans

I've started picking up a habit from other Americans in London; when asked where in America they're from, they reply "well, most recently...". Okay, I didnt ask for your address history, I dont need to know where you were born, where you lived when you were little, where you went to college and where you got your first job. And though it was odd-sounding when I first arrived, I have somehow managed to "chamellionize" the term and make it my own :) (as I often do). I find myself not wanting to give a simple, clean answer: Chicago. I feel compelled to give my address history - as if my hometown is insuffient information.

I found one of my research papers from undergrad last night. It was about the history of the Seeburg 1000 - the first background music device invented. The 1950's was the first time a store/company played melodies and happy tunes to customers. And the noise has never stopped. Its in malls, stores, elevators, restaurants, and most recently (there's that term again) our heads. Its been coined the 'ipod revolution.' I find myself desperately silent when I walk into a place with no music. Silence is the odd, unwelcome background sound of our age.