These are my musings and observations on my daily life, loves and the laughter that are all a part of my experience of living now in the shires of England.
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Thursday, 29 September 2011

Language


Language defines those that use it. 

Language is a major component of identity and a cultural determinant. 

Our individual use of language is a combination of the legacy we inherit from our ancestors and the communities that we inhabit today.

Our group use of language marks our groups and territories in a war-like manner, saying 'this is who we are (as we see us), this is who you are (as we see you)'.


Sticks
and stones
 may break my
bones but names will
never hurt me – a childhood lie
that does not die because language creates
small words and large systems that grow into huge
pervasive organisms of destruction and discrimination. The
 pyramid of falsehood will continue to grow and the foundation will
widen under the pressure of the lie that is not challenged or made to die.

Marjorie Morgan Ó June 07

Racism surfaced during the slave trade: the idea of white superiority and inequality was encouraged by slavery.  Negative stereotypes and offensive language were used to support the idea of African inferiority in the world. 

This legacy still exists today.


Sunday, 31 July 2011

Glass walls


Many years ago my son said that he was going to design a house of total glass when he was older. It sounded like a fascinating project. He was excited about creating it.
Recently I was thinking about hidden behaviour and this idea came back to my mind. I wondered if we would behave any differently in our homes if different rooms of our homes had their walls turned to glass for an hour a day. Would we just avoid those rooms at those times or act as if we were in Big Brother?

The concept took root in my mind and I further considered how people would change if the time of the glass walls was random.
When people observe us we are changed by the observation.
If that change were always positive, then I’d put forward a proposal to the government to instigate glass walls in every home.
I know – it’ll never happen. It couldn’t really. But just the thought that someone was watching and prepared to speak up against things like domestic violence and other forms of abuse that are usually perpetrated behind solid walls and closed doors makes me wish for it to be possible. Just for an hour.
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