I know I am going to offend some people with the very content of this post, but that is not my intention in any way. The point of this post is more an internal exploration of myself.
While out wandering around Leith a while back I saw a quite rare sight for Leith, a woman in a burqa, and I have to admit that I found it quite offensive. Now I am not saying that the burqa should not be worn, nor am I making any sort of anti-religious or anti-cultural statement; all that I am saying is that confronted with what for many women is a matter of personal choice, my first reaction was that I was offended by it. This probably says quite a lot about me as a person, but I have to confess that, a few days later, my reaction made me stop and think about who I am, why was I offended, and about ethnic and cultural identity in general.
At then end of the day I think that I am a reasonably intelligent and pretty liberal minded person who’s basic philosophy is live and let live; which is why my reaction came as all the more of shock to me. I have never given the wearing of the burqa any great deal of thought, of course I have heard some discussion, and quite heated at that, about the matter, but have always taken the attitude of “if that is how people want to express their religious/cultural identity, so what, it’s their choice”, as I say live and let live.
When I began to think about why I found the burqa offensive my first thought was that it sort of implies that all men are rapists, now I know that this is a rather stupid reaction, especially when one begins to think of the psychology behind rape, the whole ‘power’ thing amongst others. My next thought was about how one would interact with someone wearing a garment that covers everything with only a slit for the eyes, and I think that it would be almost impossible to interact with anyone wearing such a garment as we all rely on body language, facial expressions etc. as part of everyday communication, whether we realise it or not.
This led me to thinking about who and what I am, and whether who and what I am is responsible for my reaction; after all this was only someone expressing their own sense of identity. After a great deal of reflection I have come to the conclusion that I don’t think of myself in terms of any form of ethnic or cultural stereotype; I know that I sometimes make a big thing of being a Cornish Celt, but that is more for effect than anything else. I don’t think of myself in terms of black, white, pink with blue dots or whatever colour you may care to mention. Neither do I think of myself in any religious terms, not as a Christian, a Muslim, a Hindu, nor any other religious identity. As a matter of fact I have very little time for religion at all, but that is another story.
This led me to thinking about how I perceive others, and I think that all of the above also apply there; I do not think of people I meet or know in terms of their colour, religious beliefs, cultural beliefs etc., I judge them by what they have to say, but that is not to say that I always agree with them. I suppose that at the end of the day I see myself first and foremost as a human being, albeit a white, Cornish, liberally minded and slightly flawed (but aren’t we all) human being. And that is precisely how I see others, as human beings; fine they are human beings who think differently, have different beliefs and probably see themselves differently than I see myself, or them for that matter, but they are still human beings, no more no less.
In conclusion, I would like to thank the lady in the burqa, whoever she may be, for stopping me dead in my tracks and making me think about who and what I am. What I have put here only scratches the surface of my thinking, and I know full well that we are all shaped by the circumstances of our mundane lives. But, ultimately, we are all human beings, and to put it in a rather vulgar manner, we all enter the world through a hole, and we all leave the world through a hole. So, why the fuck can’t we all just get on and make the best of the short time that we have between the two holes of birth and death!