Friday, 23 March 2012

Where do you sit in a global house?




Today I will be watching The Hunger Games. Today I went for a bike ride. Today I had a debate on human rights. Today I realized I didn’t particularly like Ratna Kapur’s opinions on international human rights but preferred Makau Matua’s. Today I ate two clementines and had a cup of coffee. Today this is whats in my head:

I understand International human rights often looks like the West is taking a giant dump on every non-European country by practising imperialism veiled in humanitarian intervention. I also understand that liberal democracy is being advertised as the only possible step forward for every country that isn’t already a liberal democracy, which is fundamentally stupid. With that said though, I would like to take a second to delve into the question of cultural defensiveness, and how far can that really go. Most human rights scholars fall somewhere in between the two extremes, in that we should attempt to revise human rights and cultivate a culture-neutral set of standards. Most people (Except for fucking fools) agree that there needs to be significant discourse that moves from the bottom up for non-Western nations to even begin chitchatting about the possibility of an international standard of rights. On this topic, there are three things I wholeheartedly believe, and I hope this doesn’t change:

1.        International human rights, though a brainchild of the West, must be open to enough criticism that it can eventually become a product of all nations. Without open dialogue and re-interpretation by a new set of actors (The International Declaration of Human Rights continues to be the same set of principles written up by Europeans half a century ago) we risk the loss of ideological, political and social growth and only an expansion of Western arrogance.
2.       There already exists a minimal informal set of human rights that I believe all cultures adhere to. The right to basic human dignity, the view that murder and rape are ‘bad’, crimes must be punished, freedom to pursue the good life. Obviously several of these rights are only too often violated, but it is done so through general acts of crime, or in some cases massive illegitimate law (masking itself as valid and necessary) that ultimately will be overthrown with time or rejected internally (albeit at too slow a pace). I believe all humans everywhere on a personal level do not wish to be harmed if they have not committed a crime or harmed another. It is perhaps this basic shared right that we should build up from.

3.       I think the overarching goal of human rights, after protection of minorities and generally setting a standard for human dignity is to weed out unreasonableness. And this is the where the controversy arises most clearly. As I stated earlier, the West pointing a finger and attempting to ‘save’ repressed minorities in foreign cultures often reeks of a paternalist stench. But what about universal unreasonableness? Being against genocide, unequal gender and sexuality laws, child marriage, torture and honour killings are not sentiments I have borrowed from the West. They are practises so unreasonable that I believe any rational human being would feel repulsed by. They are acts so abhorrent that I think they quell progress before it can even begin and backtrack the potential of any culture. In saying that, I firmly believe as an Indian female growing up in the West, cultural defensiveness has a time and a place. And unreasonable cultural norms that cannot be adequately justified in a modern society must be quashed.

To go off my third point, I found Ratna Kapur’s “Human Rights in the Twenty-First Century: Take a Walk on the Dark Side” to hold up the very thing I dislike.  Some of her points I agree with, that human rights has a darker side that must be acknowledged before we can even get the ball rolling. Mutua agrees, and goes as far to say that the West views human rights as a sort of ‘end of history’ and ‘final goal’ of global society which is a detrimental overall.  My gripe is with the question of where can we draw the middle line? The East requires the West to at least consider that they too can be authors of global law rather than just the addressees.  Naturally I agree, how else can the term ‘multicultural’ or ‘global’ even be used otherwise? But for such discourse to even exist there are some underlying human rights standards that cannot be ‘set aside’ for the sake of ‘dialogue’, rather they must be followed before the new rules are written up.  And how many of these rules can be re-written? Which standards are up for re-interpretation? How many of them are “genetically” Western in a sense?   Perhaps the most difficult of all questions is to ask under what conditions can these potential ‘talks’ even take place?  Mutua suggests a domestic, grass-roots approach to the problem to ensure each nation, culture or set of people come to terms with the concept through their own means. Habermas on the other hand says that all answers can be found in democratic deliberation and fair communication. Forst Rainer, interestingly puts out the idea that all humans have the ‘right to justification’ regardless of culture, ethnicity or nation, and this will be the basic building blocks that will be used to develop global rights.

There are several brilliant writers out there who do an excellent job of going deeper into some of the very basic points I have touched upon, mine are musings inspired by the papers I have read, the discussions I have had and the thoughts that do wrack my brain while I attempt to be both a reasonable student and an open minded thinker.  Anyway, these were just a few passing thoughts that creeped into my head today (and will almost certainly be a topic I revisit several times in this blog). For now, I’m out and about.

Port of Morrow


Hello it’s me again, the worlds worst blogger.

The thing is every day I wake up with something I feel I should write, and by the middle of the day those topics have most likely tripled. In the afternoon my ideas form a quiet hum, they wind into each other and bloom into bigger ones. In the afternoon I wish I could spy into my head, it is most fluid then. Calm if i’ve drank the right amount of coffee and not forgotten to eat. By dinner I have roughly 10 fully formed topics I want to immerse in, and by bed time my brain is an apollonian gasket. The circles are big, and then small, and then within all the gaps a trillion other spheres. Winding and churning like a clunky gearbox – if i’m happy I imagine all the spheres turn in unison, producing a fully functioning machine. If sad, then unfortunately nothing works.
I think everyone on earth (with enough time, money, patience and a laptop) should stop what their doing and listen to the new Shins album. Seriously. It is brilliant. James Mercer took a 5 year break and arrived once again, now a family man with a new set of band mates and a different sound. Nonetheless, his talent has not diminished at all.  I don't even know which song to post on here because everything (except Pariah King. That one fucking sucked. Sorry mercer) sounds so good and wholesome and i just want to crawl into a little shins blanket and think about summertime and lakes and trees.  Mercer has this magical quality to his voice where he alters melody within melody. I don't know how to explain it properly, but it is most apparent on the 13th second of "Mines Not A High Horse" (from the Chute Too Narrow album). Most Shins songs in general have an underlying melody that doesn't sound at all like the overarching one, and is place for more than just harmony.  I'm not sure, but the hidden tunes in each song seem to tell tales unheard in the lyrics and the primary melody (Saint Simon, at 3:50 seconds into the song). Anyway heres a new one:
 
I finally had all my ducks in a row
Peace and quiet by means of subtraction
How she got in i'm not sure that I know
By two weeks on and my spine was in traction
My eyes in a basket

Wednesday, 7 March 2012

The Great Game

The Russian bear, the Persian cat and the English lion; together they played The Great Game. All fur and claws and bloodied teeth, they were proud beasts who would neither sit still and take insult or strike too quick to guarantee a fall. Oh no, this was a game of wits, backed with brute strength and the sheer will to emerge on top. It was a show of talent unmatched, the bear would dance while the lion roared and the cat would walk on wire. All three would circle land and paper like the vultures they adamantly denied they had no relation to. The lion feared the bear had strayed too close to its kingdoms and the cat feared being crushed in her tracks altogether. This tournament of shadows, so long and weary for all those below the three, for 8 decades they played. Though it was undoubtedly a magnificent display, in the end the eagle rose higher than the rest. Was it the ability to fly? Or did its sucess lie in its cunning eyes.  Years later in this metallic age we wonder, which beast will now strike. Who can move swiftly, quietly and with the power of several beasts combined? We wait now, like weak pawns, to finally see the face of our new king and queen. We wait now, we wait.