The trouble with group labels. Because.

So Australia’s long-term accepted refugee detainees on Manus and Nauru will not be able to migrate to the US, if they come from a country that’s on Trump’s list.  So anyone from a particular set of countries is classified as bad.  Because Muslim.

paper boatFundamentally of course, these fellow humans should not be detained at all. They have been accepted as genuine refugees by the Australian immigration department.  Their only “crime”, which is not actually a crime by either Australian or International law, was to arrive by boat.  They are now, as a group, abused as deterrent marketing material.  Anyone coming by boat to Australia is classified as bad.  Because boat (although stats actually indicate that it might correlate better with skin colour).

My grandfather, a surgeon at a Berlin hospital, lost his job on the same day that Hitler was elected.  Since not even decrees move that quickly and the exclusion of jews from  particular professions happened gradually over the 1930s, we can only assume that the hospital management contained some overzealous individuals, who took initiatives that they thought would be looked on favourably by their new superiors. Because Jew.

The Berlin events are a neat example of how a hostile atmosphere enables certain behaviour – of course, if you’d asked the superiors, they didn’t order any such thing and it had nothing to do with them. Sound familiar?

Via jiggly paths, my family came to the UK.  Initially interned.  Because German.

My grandfather, whom as I mentioned was an accomplished surgeon, had to re-do all his medical education in Britain – during that period he was separated from his wife and two young daughters (Scotland vs the south of England – a long way in the 1930s).  Because [the qualifications and experience] not British.  Possibly also Because German.

Hassles with running a practice, and being allowed a car.  Because German.

Then allowed those things.  Because Useful.  He was still a German Jew though….

I mentioned this, because other refugees at the time would have had the same rules applied, but my grandfather had the advantage of his profession and thus being regarded as useful.  Others would not have had that benefit.  This means that people were being judged “worthy” merely based on their immediate usefulness to the local politics of the day, not for being a fellow human being in need, or any other such consideration.

Group Labels and Value Judgements

Any time we classify some group as more or less worthy than another group or set of groups, trouble will follow – both directly, and indirectly.  Every single time.  And the trouble will affect everybody, it’s not selective to some group(s).  Also every time.  Historically verifiable.

brown eyes - blue eyesPopulists simplify, for political gain.  Weak leaders pander to extreme elements, in the hope that it will keep them in power.

The method of defining groups doesn’t matter, nor does one need to add specific “instructions”. The “Blue Eye experiment” proved this. The nasties are initiated merely through a “simple” value judgement of one group vs another.  That’s all that’s required, and the bad consequences are all implied and in a way predetermined.  Trouble will follow, and it’s not going to end well.

Identity

It’s fine to identify as a member of a particular group, or more  likely multiple groups as many factors overlap.  That is part of our identity.  But that’s is not the same as passing a judgement on the relative value of one of those groups vs another group.

  • Brown vs blue eyes
  • Muslim vs Christian vs Jew
  • White vs black “race”
  • One football club vs another

human skullIt really doesn’t matter.  Many of these groupings are entirely arbitrary.  The concept of “race” has no scientific basis, we humans are verifiably a single species.

You can make up any arbitrary classification.  It won’t make a difference.  It doesn’t matter.  The outcomes will be the same.

Given what we know about these dynamics, anyone making such value judgements is culpable.  If they’re in a leadership position, I’d suggest that any utterances in that realm indicate either incompetence or criminal intent. Don’t do that.

Don’t accept it.  Don’t ignore it.  Don’t pander to it.  Don’t vote for it.

Speak up and out against it.  For everybody’s sake.  Because I assure you, every single example in history shows that it comes back to bite everyone.  So even if you don’t really feel a connection with people you don’t know, it’ll come and bite you and yours, too.

It’s rearing its ugly head, again, and if we ignore it it will bite us. Badly. Just like any previous time in history.  Guaranteed.

The ‘Wald Chappell’

My aunt Kathrin has been, throughout her life, a great a collector (and teller!) of funny stories, also exchanging letters full of word jokes (across multiple languages) with friends and family. We recently visited my aunt, and she gave me an envelope full of these gems.

My absolute favourite is the following story, which, as far as I know, is otherwise not to be found on the web.  I’ve typed it in, so that many more may enjoy!

This is an old story, and may require a brief explanatory note for some of the younger people among us, and those not familiar with the term WC.  In British English, this refers to a “Water Closet” or flush toilet. These facilities were, back then, not inside the house, but somewhere outside – such as in a small building attached to the house or in the back garden.


The “Wald Chappell”

An English lady wanted to stay in a small German village in the mountains, and knowing no German asked the village schoolmaster (who knew a little English) to help her.  On her return home, she remembered she had not enquired if there was a WC attached to the house.   She therefore wrote to the schoolmaster for full particulars as to the WC, but as he had never heard of the abbreviation, he did not understand and consulted the pastor who also knew a little English.  The pastor came to the conclusion that the lady was a devout churchgoer and wished to know where the Wald Chappell (Church in the Wood) was situated, and he wrote the following letter:

Dear Ladyship,

The WC is situated about seven miles from your lodgings in the centre of the pine forest, amidst lovely surroundings, and is open on Tuesdays and Fridays.  This is unfortunate for you if you are in the habit of going regularly, but you will not doubt be glad to hear that a number of people take their lunch and make a day of it.  As there are a great many visitors in the summer, I advise you to go early.  The accommodation is good and there are about 80 seats, but should you at any time be late, there is plenty of standing room.  The bell will be rung ten minutes before the WC is opened.  I would especially advise your ladyship to pay a visit on Tuesdays, as on that day there is an organ accompaniment.  The acoustics on the premises are excellent, the most delicate sounds being audible.

I shall be delighted to reserve the best seat for your ladyship and have the honour to be etc, etc.

P.S. My wife and I have not been able to go for eight months and it pains me very much, but it is such a long way off.


 

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Engaged!

(delayed publish as we wanted to personally tell various family members and other connections – which are scattered around the globe and somewhat hard to catch ;-)

Horay! Claire and I are engaged!

Last weekend I whisked Claire away for a surprise weekend near Stanthorpe (the cold South of Queensland). I managed to keep it all a surprise, and a good one it turned out to be: in the evening by a nice fireplace I proposed and Claire accepted without any hesitation.

I figured there wouldn’t be much chance of her saying no but of course I was nervous anyway! Some might note that this is all pretty quick and they’d be correct in terms of time, but sometimes something is just right and our blended family has been living together in my new house since March. We’re very happy together and the kids are getting along well.

We don’t have wedding plans sorted yet at this stage, but there’ll be an engagement party (extended pot luck) in a few weeks.

In case you’re curious about the ring… neither Claire nor I particularly care about “rocks”, but her favourite colour is light blue – the gem is a blue topaz.

Arjen and Claire at King Dam (near Stanthorpe QLD)