Monday 23 November 2015

On an Acultural Society



So, yesterday there was a story on the BBC about how the Church of England was angry because a major cinema chain refused to show an advert for prayer.  They claimed that it was an assault on free speech and another example of Christianity being forced out of the public sphere.

I do not precisely agree with them, but I do think that it’s symptomatic of a slightly different problem.  The cinema chain in question has made it clear that this is not a question of discriminating against Christianity; they have a firm rule against airing any political or religious adverts of any persuasion at all.  Well, fair enough then.  That’s their rule, and as long as they continue to apply it equally, then I don’t really feel that there is any space to argue.

Instead, I consider it another example of what I refer to as aculturalism.  We are informed that we live in a multicultural society, and there are those that approve of this, and those that do not.  However, it seems that efforts are continually being made to ensure that we live in a society without cultures at all, a grey, claggy homogenous mass of human porridge, one spoonful indistinguishable from any other.  Partly it’s our own fault, partly I feel that it’s being forced upon us, and has been for some time.

Surely in a multicultural society, a cinema chain could happily show adverts for Christianity and Islam and Hinduism and the Jehovah’s Witnesses, and the Conservative Party and the Liberal Democrats and the Buckets for Shoes Party, and if we weren’t interested in those things, we’d ignore them, as I tend to do for adverts for most things.

I’ve said that it’s partly our own fault, because people seem incapable of ignoring them.  Either we apply ourselves to taking offense or leap upon our charger and go to battle ‘because other people might be offended’, or we start hurling abuse and making ourselves offensive because we happen not to like what’s being advertised.  For proof of this in action, I refer you to the comments section of the story linked, or indeed the ‘Prayer Wall’ of the website being advertised, both of which have swiftly filled up with vitriol from malicious atheists, furious that religion has dared to raise its head above the parapet and bring itself to their attention.

We obviously cannot be trusted to experience difference without fighting and becoming offensive and spiteful, and so it is withheld from us.

However, there is also a deliberate policy of aculturalism.  As the old adage goes, ‘Don’t attribute anything to malice that can just as easily be attributed to incompetence’, or in this case, laziness.  After all, it would be a terrible nuisance having to make sure that no on group was given more advertising time than another, and a cinema is a commercial concern, not a public education centre. 

On the other hand, the same trend has been seen elsewhere.  Some years ago, there was a story about how a prison was ending Christian classes for prisoners, because there was no equivalent for other religions.  The idea of calling other religious leaders in to run classes presumably sounded like far too much work, and much harder than just cancelling the Christian one, so that’s what they did.

Hospitals stopped stocking Bibles in rooms in case they caused offense.  The idea of inviting other groups (religious and secular) to place their own literature was obviously too hard.  Admittedly in this case, you don’t want wards overflowing with books and tracts, but surely each group could be restricted to a single pamphlet?

In every case, the path of least resistance has been followed, and so gradually, rather than a multicultural society, we are getting a society of the bland, of the lukewarm, of the absence of anything rather than the presence of everything, of the grey rather than the rainbow.  Surely this approach fosters ignorance over knowledge?  It’s the very opposite of what the government and numerous governments before them, claim to want.  It ensures that everyone knows nothing about anyone else, and therefore remain suspicious, afraid and hostile, where they should be knowledgeable, and understanding even in their disagreement.

Now, don’t get me wrong, I like porridge, I have it almost every day during the winter, but that doesn’t mean I want to live in it.  We don’t need to learn to accept difference, we need to learn to discuss it in a civilised and moderate manner, and agree to disagree in a courteous and respectful manner.

If (and it is an ‘if’) we’re serious about multiculturalism, then we need to ensure a multitude of cultures, and at the moment, that is not what we’re doing.

Monday 9 November 2015

My Future Adventures and Untimely Death in The Past



My dear readers, I’m afraid that I have an extremely sad announcement to make.  To my shock and sorrow, it has been brought to my attention that I died in 1972.  This tragic revelation came as a considerable surprise to me, since I’d always been led to believe that I wasn’t born until the 1980s.  However, I’m afraid that the facts are quite incontrovertible.

No lesser authority than Google itself has proclaimed this to be the case, and if we once start questioning the accuracy of Google, our entire civilisation will come crashing down about our ears.  Please see the screenshot below from Google Books:




The information is there, in plain black and white (and blue, for the links).  It opens up a whole slew of fascinating questions.  The only logical explanation, of course, is that at some point in the future, I travel, or am sent, back in time and am forced to make a new life for myself in the twentieth century.  We are able to glean a little from the bare facts presented.  My assumed birth date is in 1910, but there is no indication of my age when I arrive in the past.  It must be before 1952, since that is the point at which I take up my appointment at Aberystwyth, so I obviously go back in time before the age of 42.  I have less than 10 years before my journey through time!

But why do I go, and why is it that I didn’t, or couldn’t, return?  Was it an accident?  Did something go wrong to prevent me coming back, or did I go in the knowledge that it would be a one-way trip?  If so, what a noble sacrifice!  I am moved by my own courage.  Or perhaps I was fleeing something, and the past was the only place I could take refuge?  How terrifying! 

How, once I’m there, do I avoid creating space-time damaging paradoxes?  Does my marital status change if my wife hasn’t been born?  Till death us do part and all that, but what if she isn’t alive yet, especially seeing as I’ll die before she’s even conceived?  Enquiring minds (and census forms) need to know!

The most important question of course, the one to baffle the minds of physicists, philosophers and historians for years to come (possibly in the past), is how on earth, in the next ten years or less, I manage to learn Welsh!  What if I don’t learn Welsh, even if I know that in the past, I have already learnt it in the future?  Will that create a paradox itself?  Am I honour-bound to learn Welsh to stave off a universe-breaking space-time paradox?

Just so that no stone is unturned in our intellectual quest, we must also consider lesser possibilities.  It is conceivable that someone has entered the wrong information on Google, and got me confused with some other Thomas Jones, one who can (or rather could) speak Welsh.  In that highly unlikely situation, should I possibly contact them to point out their error, or leave it, in the hope that the late Professor Jones’s reputation will have a favourable effect on my book sales?  Is the reputation of the Professor of Welsh at Aberystwyth (1952-70) likely to have any beneficial effect at all, or might it even be harmful, despite the fact that he was a distinguished scholar?  Is it entirely moral to use Professor Jones’s name in vain in this way, even if it happens to be my own?

Knotty problems indeed my friends.  Knotty problems.  All we can do is wait and see.  Now, where’s that Welsh phrasebook…