The diner sits in his chair at the Chinese restaurant having some spicy meal he's not used to. He coughs a bit after a taste of curry. A-heh, a-heh. It seems fine for a second, but then it's not. He tries to clear his throat again, a-hah, a-heh, and it doesn't really work. He sips some water, and no, that doesn't work either. He soon can't even hold the water tumbler. He's choking. He slowly rises to go to the bathroom to choke loudly in private, not wanting to make a spectacle of himself in the diningroom. In the cubicle he coughs and chokes and it gets worse and worse and soon enough he suffocates to death. His throat is swollen shut in reaction to the spice. Happens too often. People die of embarrassment rather than sit it out and get help and live and avoid curry next time. Whadda ya do?
We sat at the library last Thursday and asked why our own people in the West sit in terror of terrorism and murder and do nothing, turning their heads when someone is blown to bits on the subway train or in an office building. We don't want to make a spectacle of ourselves by being concerned and visible. We don't want to be seen to be involved in things at all because it's so uncool to show interest in life and Human doings. We dress down so we won't be noticed. We shuffle so people don't notice us. We hunch so we don't look like tall poppies. If anything looks like it might call attention to us we sneak off into the toilet to die of embarrassment.
Most of us have friends and colleagues who are more or less "liberal." Most of us mention the war in Iraq the way someone choking in a Chinese restaurant would cough. We don't usually make a big deal of our discomfort about anti-Semitism in a crowded room of people who probably sympathise with Hizballah. We might cough and wish we weren't so choked, and if we can't control ourselves we might sneak out and swear not to return. But when ones friends are doing the social thing it's hard not to follow. Most of us want to be liked ands accepted, and that requires following the crowd and doing as they do. Bringing McDonald's take-away to a Chinese diner to join ones friends for dinner is, take it from me, bad form. And bringing political disagreement to a party of any is also seen as bad form. Death? Well, better that than upsetting the social scene.
At what point do people stop swallowing fascist cliches that make people choke to death? At what point do we say out loud that this is totally wrong and we won't swallow any more of it? How many more people have to die before we get over our embarrassment about seeming to be anti-social?
We have met each Thursday evening at the library and other venues earlier since January to discuss the state of our nations and our approaches to combating Left fascism and fascist Islamic jihad. We never get attacked by fascists. It's not as dangerous as eating at a Chinese diner. But few wish to join us in sitting openly as we cough and choke over the state of things. We are not embarrassed. We are visible and known as the ones who choke in public. We do more than that. We show up at rallies the Death Hippies put on. We are out there, and we don't care who might be embarrassed. It's not important. What do our friends think? Mine think I'm nuts. Or, rather, they used to think I'm nuts. Now they don't say as much. They're uncomfortable about their previous positions. They even come round singley to wish me luck and to give encouragement and to say they're busy that day.
And then there's getting thrown out of a store by the frothing and angry book-dealer. Do I care that a mild and nerdy guy who listens to discordant jazz all day is also underneath his meek demeanour a very angry guy who can't speak without convulsing when it comes to "the joooos"? What? The guy is a cock-roach. Do I care about his opinion of me? Do I want to give the man free reign to set the public attitude? Do I care if he goes purple over the Jews? Am I going to be so concerned about his opinion of me that I go into hiding and let other people die just because I'd be unpopular in social circles for contradicting the majority of vocal activists?
How many of us are embarrassed about ourselves? How many of us slink off to the toilet and choke in private? Your friends won't like you any more? You'll stand out in a crowd? People will point at you and criticise? What? Why would you even want to live a life of fear like that? Be unpopular. Your friends will appreciate it eventually. And if not you'll find new friends.
I'd die of embarrassment if I couldn't find the courage to stand up and face a crowded room and tell them I'm choking to death.
Look at us. Are the histories of our time going to conclude that we died of embarrassment?
Thursday evening. Public library. 7-9:p.m. Your town.
6 comments:
Great post, Dag. It takes courage to oppose the Zeitgeist.
Either that or I'm simply obnoxious and don't know or don't care.
I think most people are afraid to stand out in a crowd, and I can appreciate that. I still have nightmares from the time I showed up on the playground at school in my underwear. It was unpleasant. But I hope to get over it someday.
Yes, it is tough sometimes to be scowled at and yelled at and to look bad in the eyes of ones peers. No, I'm not insensitive. My knees shake when I show up at a Death Hippie rally and have to face numerous people calling me and my mates names. I don't like it. I'd rather do something else, or even almost anything else. I don't like it when my friends get upset with me because I contradict them. I lke my friends, and I want them to like me too. Sometimes I feel terible about the things I say to them because they react badly. But ther comes a time when I have to say that I'm not going to let people die or be mutilated just because I'm embarrassed about looking like a fool. There's no danger of harm to me; but there is a real chance my friends will dump me. I get sick just thinking about that. Be that as it will, I cannot stand by and let things go on as they are without saying and doing what I can to make life for myself and others around me less bad than it is and as it will be. I'm no martyr, and I'm not keen on pubicity. I really do not like doing these things in public. I'd rather go to the library and find books and talk to people who are intersting and lively and discuss and learn and be happy. I don't want to face people who hate me. I do it anyway because I couldn't live with myself if I did nothing knowing that I can if only I decide that I'm not particularly important, and that no one who srceams at me really has a clue who I am and how unimportant I am. They're not special either. I don't like the tension, but I live with it because it's better than hating myself and seeing others suffer.
I really hate showing up for these confrontations with the Death Hippies. I even dread meeting my friends sometimes. Well, too bad for me. I get to show up and be upset about the situation, and so what? I get to stand shoulder to shoulder with my mates here in Vancouver, Charles and Truepeers and others, and I am in the company of great men and women who give me strength and who make me proud to be among them.
I gain more from joining our mates in this struggle agianst evil than I could have ever dreamed possible. Of all the great ironies of life I gained something I had no idea of, and something I would not have understood had it been explained to me clearly. In our meetings over these past months the subject of Faith comes up weekly, and I had no idea what it means. I nodded and smiled and tried to look like I was in the same universe. Faith? I did not have any idea what they spoke of. And now I can say that though I still have no idea of Faith I have the experience. I know something of faith because of those who stand up and who have faith and that I have some of it too because I am there with those who are faithful. So I go on with those who have faith, and I will wait for those who do not till they have as much faith as I, even if I don't know what the hell it is.
People can laugh at us and yell at us and hate us, and I don't care. Yes, I'm afraid of losing my friends and of being a social pariah. I don't like it. I go on anyway. It's good and it's right to stand with men and women who will take things as they come and not flinch from it regardless. We're not facing lions here. I have only to face myself. Thanks to those who meet and act, I can do that with some sense that I'll happier in doing so than in not. What is that? Is that faith? I don't know.
You stop being too embarrassed or too afraid to speak up at the moment you realize down to the marrow of your bones that we are in mortal danger -- real, personal, imminent physical danger that is not going to dissipate or go away, that is just going to get worse and worse until something so terrible happens that it will force everyone else to recognize it as well. That something happened on 9/11/2001. New Yorkers understand it in the marrow of their bones. Downtown New Yorkers, at least. I'm sure people who were at the Pentagon that day do, as well. But most of the rest of the country forgot.
There are many factors that make someone recognize this danger and allow someone else to evade and ignore it. But once you do understand it you will no more be able to keep silent than you would be able to sit still as your house burns down around you or stand on the tracks and watch an express train barrel down upon you.
231 years ago a man rode through the towns of eastern Massachusetts in the middle of the night waking people up to warn them that a war was about to start. That's what you are doing. That's what we all are doing. The people who rolled over and went back to sleep that night got a big surprise in the morning. One of these days the same thing will happen to the people who keep looking at us like we're crazy fools disturbing their nap.
Just keep riding, folks. Somebody has to wake up the neighborhood.
Great post, Dag.
We here in Vancouver, Canada meet each and every Thursday evening at the main library downtown in the atrium from 7-9 pm. We sit around tables nearby to blenz coffee bar. We wear blue scarves and bandanas and I wear an Israeli flag on my baseball cap. We're easy to find and we welcome those who would join us.
However, we are only in Vancouver. T-Ham is in upstate New York, and Maccusgermanis is in Alabama, and there are others who would meet you if only they could. Put up a notice and let people know where you are. We meet at the library because it's big and every city has one, just like all places have McDonald's. The point is to meet your friends and be known to them as those they can turn to for companionship and validation. No one wants to be the first to stand up and get dumped on, but that's often how it is till the tide turns and those who came first are those who make the difference for the rest. It's not easy. I do have sympathy for those who are nervous. And we do it anyway. People know the danger. They need people to come to for security in their own beliefs in common Human decency. It seems to most people that most people are rotten dhimmis, and yet there are those men and women who will take on a whole Hizballah rally single-handed, and they are waiting for you to join them. there are people out there who have the nerve to fight back. They are most people. It's just that most people don't realise how many we are. Show up and meet your friends and neighbours. You'll probably like them. They're probably decent people who you will be proud to know. They're likely very much like you.
Good writing! We need more writers with varied approaches, because people have become numb to the facts alone. You place the reader in the story, and let them decide which role they want to play. Thanks!
P.S. If you want to learn more about faith... ask someone who lives their faith rather than just talking about it. It'll save you much time and frustration. Thanks again.
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