Reflections on life at “De Witte Wand”…

Category: Society

  • It’s Not Dead – It’s Just Resting…

    A news item in the Manx press brought a smile to my face today with the news that the Manx language is not dead – it’s just critically endangered. I’m sorry, but that has just too many overtones of Monty Python’s Dead Parrot sketch for me.
     
    As a Manxman and having grown up in the Isle of Man, ever since I can remember (nigh on 60 years), the Manx Language has not only been on life support, but it has been in a vegetative state. Sorry, but let’s face reality… 
  • An Apology To Alan Turing

    Alan Turing is almost one of the forgotten computer pioneers and a hero of World War II. Hardly surprising really; it was the British Government who stripped him of his security clearance at GCHQ when he was convicted in 1952 of being homosexual and who put him under surveillance. He was also sentenced to receive “treatment” – a course of drugs that had the effect of chemically castrating him, and which caused him to grow breasts. As a result, he committed suicide at the age of 41 by eating an apple laced with cyanide.  The symbol of the half-eaten apple lives on today as the trademark of Apple Computer, in what may be an apocryphal reference to Turing’s role in pioneering computer science and to the manner of his death.

    I have to say that over the last twenty years, public knowledge of both the man’s achievements and his persecution have grown, but I am still surprised when I come across folks working today in the computer industry who know nothing about him other than the fact that there’s something called the Turing Test.

    Now, a British computer scientist, John Graham-Cumming, has had the idea of petitioning the British Government to make a formal apology to Turing. I’ve added my name to the list of signatories (only open to UK citizens), even though I have some reservations. First, and most obviously, it’s a bit late for Turing. But perhaps more importantly, he wasn’t the only homosexual to have had their life destroyed by the poisonous bigotry of the society at the time. An apology to him should really be an apology to all. I see that Richard Dawkins has become involved with the campaign. He makes the point that a practical outcome would be for the Government to provide a permanent financial endowment to Bletchley Park, where Turing and others contributed so much to the wartime effort.

    The campaign also got a mention on Channel 4 News:

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    I note, however, that in keeping with the slipping standards of journalism these days, the video is titled, and introduced, as the campaign to “pardon” him. It’s not a pardon – it’s an apology, you stupid people! Honestly, education standards are not what they were in my day…

    Oh, and one last connection: I used to live practically around the corner from where he was born in Maida Vale…

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    Update: Well, Turing got his apology! Well done to John Graham-Cumming for having the idea in the first place.

  • They Want Us Exterminated

    The BBC News service carries a report today about the situation for gay people in Iraq that makes for sobering reading. The detailed report, from Human Rights Watch, is even more unsettling. Man’s inhumanity to man, writ large, and in blood.
  • Only In The Netherlands…

    I probably should have a series of posts like this. There are times when I look at things in my adopted country, and think to myself (often with a smattering of pride or alternatively, complete incomprehension): “Only in the Netherlands…”

    Here’s a case in point, It’s an advert designed to get gay people (because it was on the back cover of the most recent issue of the Gay Krant – the Dutch magazine for gay folks) to apply to become members of the Dutch police force. Translated, it says: “Police, captivating work! – also for you?”. I should perhaps point out that this advert is one of those that I feel proud of.

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    The gentleman in the picture is Hans Klok, a Dutch magician.

  • Families In Straitjackets

    There’s a bit of a stir going on in Amsterdam and the Hague at the moment. The reason is that the fifth World Family Congress has just opened at the RAI in Amsterdam for its three-day conference. The Dutch Minister for Youth and the Family, André Rouvoet, gave the opening address at the conference. And that was the reason for the stir: many, including fellow politicians in the Parliament in The Hague, felt that he was giving a stamp of approval to a conference that appears to have a very narrow view of what a family is.

    Last night’s television news journal had an item on the conference, which included a snippet from Rouvoet’s video address. In part he said:

    I’m aware of the outspoken views on the family that many of your organisations have. That’s why I want to challenge you to build bridges.

    This was immediately followed by a spokesman from one of the participating organisations (Tradition, Family and Property – the name says it all, really) saying:

    I don’t want to build a bridge to nowhere, I’m willing to cross bridges that go somewhere.

    In response to a question from the interviewer, he then helpfully clarified that a bridge to gay parenting and gay marriage was a bridge to nowhere. What a surprise. And what really pisses me off is the Orwellian newspeak of it all. For example, the  Howard Center is the think-tank behind the World Congress of Families, and which believes that the “natural human family is founded by the Creator, and is essential for a good society”. The director of the Howard Center, Larry Jacobs, is quoted as saying:

    "It is clear that the left is shocked by the family congress because it brings a pro-family message to a city which they claim as their own territory."

    There it is: pro-family – a positive-sounding term that actually means a rigid definition of what a family is and that is against any other meaning. It’s a great pity that Mr. Jacobs and others like the spokesman quoted above will never understand that families come in all shapes and sizes. Meanwhile he and his ilk will continue to spout their self-righteous bigotry. I also think it hypocritical. If you read the definition of the family given on the World Congress of Families V own web site, it goes to some pains to widen the narrow definition (man, woman and children) to include “alternatives”, which, it concedes:

    If these alternatives have the same quality of love, upbringing and intergenerational transfer as the natural family, then they also belong to the category which we call ‘the family’.

    However, the difference between these words and the deeds of the majority of the participants at this congress seem wide indeed, judging by the attitudes that I have seen and read.

    But perhaps it’s hardly surprising really, because if you refer back to the Howard Center’s web site, you’ll find a much more hardline approach as to what the family is. Nary a whisper there of “alternatives”; indeed, I see that I’m headed for damnation:

    Marriage between a man and a woman forms the sole moral context for natural sexual union. Whether through pornography, promiscuity, incest or homosexuality, deviations from these created sexual norms cannot truly satisfy the human spirit. They lead to obsession, remorse, alienation, and disease.

    Here I think we see the true guiding spirit behind this conference: anti-abortion, anti-gay, and anti-secular. Now that sounds like a bridge to nowhere to me.

  • Fish In A Barrel

    I know it’s like shooting fish in a barrel, but how could I resist pointing towards this pretentious twaddle spotlighted by David Thompson? There’s nothing better designed to evince howls of frustrated derision from me than a good dose of PoMo, particularly if it’s crossed with Queer Studies. Mind you, some of the sessions from the conference do sound intriguing. How about the one from Kira O’Reilly: Falling asleep with a pig? Or the one from Erika Cudworth & Maria Tamboukou: The cat and her woman: gendered interpolations of species relations? I just wonder if everybody’s favourite parasite Toxoplasma gondii got a mention in that one?
     
    Still, in future I shall remember the comment by David Thompson on this sort of PoMo pontification:
    It helps if you imagine a tiny creature inflating its gas bladder to intimidate passers-by.
    Quite.
  • Women of Iron

    Hilary Mantel has a terrific article in today’s Guardian that evokes to a tee the monstrous regiment of women that I remember from my childhood. They were epitomised by the granny in the cartoons by Giles, and Mantel’s marvellous words bring the memories flooding back. Sample:
    When I was a child – in Glossop and district – no one supposed that women over 50 were invisible. On the contrary, they blacked out the sky. They stood shoulder-to-shoulder like penalty walls, solid inside corsets that encased them from neck to thigh, so there was no getting past them: if you’d rushed them and butted them with your head, you’d have careened off, sobbing. They stood in bus queues muttering dark threats against the driver. They stood in line in the butcher’s shop, bloodied sawdust clogging their bootees, and amid the loops of sausages and the tripes they talked about My Operation – they boasted of their surgical crises, as Coriolanus boasted about the wounds he got for his mother country. Almost every one of these women was called Nellie, and the others were called Cissie. Why these names are synonymous with effeminate weakness I cannot imagine. 
    Now go and read the rest…
  • Pot, Kettle, Black…

    A richly ironical story in today’s Guardian about the British Ex-Pats in Spain who are now feeling the crunch:

    Television shows such as Channel 4’s A Place in the Sun promised adventure, swimming pools and the good life. A collapsing pound and the credit crunch have brought a harsher reality: homesickness, financial hardship and something those who call themselves "expats" rarely take into account, that they are immigrants – often with all the problems of not understanding the language or the rules. Interestingly, a surprising number of them list immigration as one of the things they dislike about Britain. Few, indeed, come from Britain’s own ethnic minorities.

    I find it difficult to raise much sympathy with the plight of such as these. As one commenter puts it:

    Am I supposed to feel sorry for British expats in Spain? They invade by the hundreds of thousands, not making a single effort to learn the language or the culture. They turn their villages into Little Croydons and Little Sheffields. And – we learn – one of the things they dont like in Britain is immigration??? Seriously…

    Indeed, pot, kettle, black… At least I’ve made an effort to learn Dutch, and become a Dutch citizen in my adopted country…

  • Are You Paying Attention?

    Danah Boyd, over at Apophenia, blogs about the increasing tendency of audiences at presentations to spend much of the time apparently engaged with their laptops instead of seeming to pay attention to the speaker. While there’s something in what she writes, I confess that when it has happened to me, I found it somewhat irritating, particularly if the people in question were reading their emails or playing a game.
     
    Perhaps I’m just one of the old dinosaurs that Mary Hodder is waiting for to die off
  • Pale Blue Dot

    Here’s a terrific film montage used to illustrate Carl Sagan’s reading a text from his book Pale Blue Dot”…

    I was watching 2001: A Space Odyssey (again!) the other night, and one of the extra features on the DVD included this quote from Stanley Kubrick:

    “The most terrifying fact about the universe is not that it is hostile, but that it is indifferent.

    If we can come to terms with this indifference and accept the challenges of life within the boundaries of death, our existence as a species can have genuine meaning and fulfilment.

    However vast the darkness, we must supply our own light.”

    Amen to that.

  • A Perverse Pleasure

    I see that Jerry Coyne is also exasperated by the tripe churned out by Madeleine Bunting in the pages of The Guardian. His final sentence is a classic, and certainly strikes a chord with me.
  • The Problem With Madeleine Bunting

    I’ve never been a fan of Madeleine Bunting – Our Maddy of the Sorrows. I have the strong impression that underneath all the hand-wringing lies something close to the vituperativeness and dogmatism of a Melanie Phillips. I think that yesterday, Bunting inadvertently let the mask slip in a piece in the Guardian titled "The Problem With Ophelia Benson". It’s a rather nasty piece, and actually shines an unflattering light into corners of Bunting’s psyche rather than Benson’s. Ophelia has responded in measured fashion here.
     
    The latest Jesus and Mo cartoon seems to speak to the situation as well.
  • The Stupid, It Burns…

    Well, you know that I have no time for astrologers, but really, Satya Harvey ought to get a prize for this twaddle.
     
    The Stupid, it burns. By the way, her bio is also a jewel. I’ve resisted sending her a message, as it exhorts me to do. I couldn’t trust myself not to be witheringly sarcastic.
     
    (hat tip to Phil)
  • Green Fields

    If you’re troubled with life or afraid of death, here’s a prescription that might soothe. I’ve followed it a number of times in my life and it does work.
  • Catch ’em Young

    I’ve never been a fan of Faith Schools. All too often they seem designed to develop intolerance and ignorance of others. That said, if the schools were being funded entirely by their own communities, then I can state my misgivings, but there’s an end to it (unless they break laws, of course).
     
    But now, here in the Netherlands, we have an interesting situation developing. Most of the country’s faith schools are state-funded, in other words, some percentage of my taxes go to support them. And now, the Dutch government’s highest advisory council says state-funded schools should be allowed to exclude teachers for being homosexual. Er, hello?
     
    I suppose I really shouldn’t be surprised that the usual suspects are lining up to state that they think this is a really good idea:
    ‘Wim Kuiper, director of the association for Christian education, is "forcefully recommending cabinet to follow the advise [sic]". He says orthodox schools should be allowed to refuse to employ people who are gay as well as (straight) couples who live together without being married because their "lifestyle does not square with the bible". But he added that only about a hundred of the 2,200 Christian schools abide by that principle. "The Christian mainstream has employed gay teachers for a long time."  
    So presumably Mr. Kuiper is now suggesting that not only the "cabinet should follow the advice", but that the other 2,100 Christian schools should abide by the principle and get rid of those pesky gay teachers who are obviously corrupting their charges by their very presence in the classroom. And naturally, we have others from the other side of the religious divide trumpeting their joy:
    Yusuf Altuntas, who represents an umbrella organisation for Islamic schools, announced it is "happy there is finally clarity" on the issue. He says gay teachers can draw their own conclusions. "Judaism, Christianity and Islam disapprove of acting gay (…) If that is what you are, apply at a different school. There are plenty of jobs at non-denominational schools."  
    Yeah, get out of our schools… Happy to, if you stop taking my tax money…
     
    Of course, what this removal will lead to is more of what is seen in areas such as Slotervaart, where the chairman of the borough council is trying to combat anti-gay feelings in his community. The irony is that such polarisation would not occur if children could learn some simple truths about people and society right there in their schools… 
  • The People Have Spoken…

    … and it’s a sad day for Dutch democracy. It appears that Geert Wilders’ right-wing populist party looks likely to win 15% of yesterday’s European Parliament vote and will get four seats. I feel saddened and soiled by this news.
  • The Digital Closet

    There was an interesting article on Ars Technica the other day about anti-gay censorship in online gamer forums. The article itself is well-written and level-headed, but what really struck me was reading the comments (all nine pages and counting at the moment) on the article. The amount of fuckwittery on display is really quite astonishing.
  • Traditional Crafts

    Here’s a post to extol the virtues of traditional crafts and craftsmanship. Last Sunday, there was an event held in our local small town of Varsseveld. Billed as an “Old-timers’ day” (you can understand why I felt right at home), it was a combination of a market, an exhibition of vintage cars and tractors, and folk dancing.

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    It was charming in its simple way, but I do want to draw your attention to the fact that Varsseveld is the home of the Dutch Clogmaker Champion. Jurjen Jolink has won the title for the last two years running.

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    While the painted clogs are sold as souvenirs, the everyday clogs are still worn by a lot of folks around here when they’re out working in their fields or gardens.

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  • Britain’s Gulags

    Johann Hari has written another compelling article, this time on the shameful history of Britain’s dealings with Kenya. Go and read it.
  • Short Memories?

    The Guardian had one of its “In Praise Of…” leaders the other day. This time, it was “In Praise Of Stonewall” – the UK-based group that campaigns for equal rights for gays and lesbians. And it’s true, as far as it goes – Stonewall has indeed accomplished a lot in its 20-year history. Problem is, that’s a blink of the eye for some of us. Today’s paper carries a letter from a Dr. Peter Purton who rightly points out that others were involved in the field of campaigning for far longer.
    I remember being actively involved with CHE – the Campaign for Homosexual Equality – back in the early 1970s. I helped organise the CHE conference for 1974 (I think it was), held in Malvern. And some of us have longer memories still. Allan Horsfall is arguably the oldest living campaigner – he’s still going strong, as far as I know.
    It seems to me that the words of Harvey Fierstein, at the opening of the 1988 Gay Games held in Amsterdam, are rather aposite here:
    “We were carried here on the backs of the millions of gays and lesbians that went before us… some of whom paid for the struggle against prejudice with their very lifeblood.”