October 12, 2007

மனித குலத்தைப் பீடித்த இரு உள்ள நோய்கள்

உலக இடது சாரியினரின் சிறந்த செயல்பாடுகளில் ஒன்று அவர்கள் அராபியர் மேலும் உலக முஸ்லிம்களோடு கை கோர்த்து நிற்கும் காட்சி. அதனளவில் இதில் ஏதும் தவறில்லைதான்
, ஏனெனில் இரு கருத்தியல்களும் (ideologies) சமத்துவம் என்ற ஒரு முலாமைப் பூசிக் கொண்டு உலக ஏகாதிபத்தியத்தைத் தாம் மட்டுமே அடைய வேண்டும் என்ற பேராசை கொண்டு நிற்பவை. இரண்டும் உலக அமைதியைத் தாம் நாடுவதாகத் தொடர்ந்து பிரச்சாரம் செய்வதில் மிகவுமே திறமை மிக்கவை. இரண்டுமே தம் கட்சி சார்ந்தவர்கள் தவிர மற்றவர்களெல்லாம் சித்தப் பிரமை பிடித்தவர் அல்லது முட்டாள்கள் அல்லது நரகத்துக்குத்தான் போகப் போகிறார்கள் என்று மற்றவரின் அறிவு, திறன், சிந்தனை, தேர்வு ஆகிய எதையும் உண்மையில் சிறிதும் மதிக்காத ஒரு ஆழ்ந்த வெறுப்பு கொண்டவர்கள். இரண்டு பார்வையிலும் அவர்கள் ஆண்டால் மற்றவர்கள் கீழே எந்த அதிகாரமும் இல்லாத சாதாரண மக்களாக, ஆளப்படும் தகுதி மட்டுமே உள்ளவர்களாக, basically slaves without any citizenship rights, இருக்க விடுவோம், எங்களைப் போல சகிப்புத்தன்மை யாருக்கும் உலகிலேயே கிடையாது என்று மார் தட்டுபவை.


இரண்டுக்கும் மாற்றுக் கருத்து கொள்பவர்களை எதிரி என்றுதான் பார்க்கத் தெரியும், ஒரு வேளை அவர்களுக்கும் நம் அளவு திறமை, தரிசனம், தொலை நோக்கு, ஆழ்சிந்தனை, மனிதாபிமானம், பகுத்தறிவு, மேலும் இதர மனித சாதனைத் திறன்கள் இருக்குமோ என்பது குறித்து எந்த சந்தேகமும் கிடையாது, அப்படி இருப்பதே சாத்தியமல்ல என்றுதான் முடிவு. அதற்கு மேல் போய நம்மவரே மனிதர், மற்றவர் மனிதரே அல்ல என்பது இரண்டு குழுக்களின் அறுதியான தீர்மானம்.


இந்த இரு குழுக்களும் பரஸ்பரம் என்ன நினைக்கிறார்கள் என்பதுதான் எனக்குப் புரியாத ஒன்று. இருவருக்கும் மற்ற குழுவின் அறிவு மீது, தேர்வுகள் மீது, கூட வாழ முடியாத சகிப்பற்ற தன்மை மீது சிறிதும் நம்பிக்கை கிடையாது. பின்னெப்படி இவர்கள் கை கோர்த்து நிற்கிறார்கள் என்றால் அது ஒரு வரலாற்று விபத்து என்றுதான் கொள்ள முடியும். சந்தர்ப்பவாதம் சரி, தற்காலிக நட்பும், முதுகில் குத்துவதும் சரி என்பன இவர்களுடைய அடிப்படை நெறிகள் கூட. எனவே எனக்கு இந்தக் கூட்டணி மீது எந்த வியப்பும் எழக் கூடாது. இஸ்லாமிசமும், மார்க்சியமும் உலகின் இரண்டு பெரும் நோய்கள். இரண்டுக்கும் ஒன்றை ஒன்று பிடித்திருப்பதில் வியப்பு ஏன் எழ வேண்டும்? மனித குலத்துக்கே சமாதி கட்டி விட்டுத்தான் இரண்டும் ஓயும். நாம் இவற்றை ஓய வைத்தாலொழிய இவற்றில் இருந்து நமக்கு விடுதலை சுலபத்தில் கிட்டாது.

கீழே உள்ள கட்டுரை இஸ்லாமிஸ்டுகள் அதுவும் வசதி ஓரளவு நன்றாகவே உள்ள மேலை நாடுகளில் வாழும் புலம்பெயர்ந்த மக்களான முஸ்லிம்கள் நடுவே இளைஞர்கள் ஏன் வன்முறையைத் தேர்ந்தெடுக்கிறார்கள், ஏன் மேலுயர்ந்து வருவதை, உதா: யூதர்களைப் போல, இந்தியர்களைப் போல, தேர்ந்தெடுப்பதில்லை என்ற ஒரு எளிய கேள்விக்குப் பதில் தேட முயல்கிறது.
படித்து விட்டு விமர்சனத்தை எழுதுங்கள். என் கருத்தை அடுத்த பதிவில் தெரிவிக்கிறேன்.
சூ.கா


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The Chronicle of Higher Education
The Chronicle Review
From the issue dated October 5, 2007

The Targets of Aggression

"Attend the tale of Sweeney Todd. He served a dark and an angry god." Thus begins Stephen Sondheim's masterpiece, Sweeney Todd: the Demon Barber of Fleet Street, a darkly comic tale of multiple murders and unwitting cannibalism. Who is this dark, angry god? And why did Todd serve him?

Set in Dickensian London, Sweeney Todd is the tale of a man whose lovely wife had the misfortune to catch the eye of a lecherous judge. To facilitate his evil designs, the judge has Sweeney transported to Australia, where he spends the next 15 years at hard labor. But the wronged fellow eventually escapes and returns to London, bereft of his wife, his daughter, and his reason for living. Not surprisingly, Todd vows revenge, and is about to get it just as Act I concludes. Facing lethal retribution from the enraged barber, the judge narrowly escapes, whereupon Todd slits someone else's throat instead, and then quite a few others. Sweeney Todd "takes it out" on the innocent citizens of London, butchering his clients (who then are baked into meat pies and sold to unsuspecting folk).

But this "god" is universal, and Todd is hardly alone in behaving this way. For as long as there have been human beings on earth — stretching back to our animal inheritance — we have been bedeviled by a peculiar need, as insistent as it has been tragic: Making others suffer for the pain we feel, often choosing as our victim someone who wasn't even the original perpetrator. Biologists call it "displaced" or "redirected" aggression. It operates through the transfer of pain, sometimes physical, sometimes psychological. And it has been going on for a very long time.

Consider The Iliad, which tells of many wrongs and their tragic consequencesin particular, the anger of Achilles as he reacts to the pain inflicted on him by Agamemnon, who took his woman, Briseis. With Achilles famously sulking in his tent, and the Greeks losing to the Trojans, Agamemnon attempts, unsuccessfully, to get the great warrior to fight. What finally moves Achilles to action is when he suffers additional pain — the loss of his friend/lover Patrocles — after which he vows, "I will not give you burial, Patrocles, until I carry back the gear and head of him who killed you, noble friend." But that's not all. Achilles is not satisfied with mere revenge (a behavior intimately linked to redirected aggression, as we'll see). He demands more, swearing that others — innocents — shall also suffer for his pain: "Before your funeral pyre I'll cut the throats of twelve resplendent children of the Trojans."

This story speaks passionately to us from the injured heart of redirected aggression: nearly always vengeful and brutal, and all too often tragically indifferent in its choice of victim, as well as insensitive to his or her suffering. Like Sweeney Todd, Achilles had been wronged, and, like Sweeney Todd, he "took it out" on innocent victims. Homer was certainly unaware of redirected aggression as scientists understand it today, as was Stephen Sondheim, in all likelihood. Both, however, were well versed in human nature.

Only one of Sweeney Todd's victims turns out to be the evil judge, and that only toward the end of the play, by which time dozens of innocent Londoners are dead. Moreover, Sweeney was not delusional: He was fully aware that his various "customers" had never harmed him, his wife, or his daughter. By the same token, Hector alone killed Patrocles, yet we are told that Achilles became a veritable killing machine, until the river Xanthus, choked with bodies of the Trojan dead, asked the gods to call him off.

Both cases involve a motivation more interesting, more complicated, and more irrational than mere revenge: When an individual suffers pain, he most often responds by passing it on to someone else. When possible, that "someone else" is the perpetrator, the original source of the pain. But if this cannot be achieved, then others are liable to be victimized, regardless of innocence.

Usually the wheels of mayhem are set in motion when someone is wronged, and typically the deeper the wrong, the more bloody the response. It is noteworthy that even here, in works of the imagination (where, one might think, anything goes), only rarely are bad guys presented as doing evil for evil's sake: the mustache-twirling villain who gleefully ties the heroine to the railroad tracks because he is simply cruel, and that's that. Almost inevitably, for a bad character to be believable, he or she must be shown to have suffered some injury. Then it all makes sense.

Redirected aggression — the passing of pain from one victim to another — is not merely the stuff of literature and drama. Art reflects our world, and sadly, the urge to pass along pain lurks behind modern warfare no less than it did behind medieval pageantry, leaving its mark in the genocidal wars of the 20th century as well as those that threaten to overwhelm the 21st. It underlies many of the most prominent, enduring themes of literature, history, anthropology, psychology, and religion. It haunts our criminal courts, our streets, our battlefields, our homes, our hearts. There is nothing new about the phenomenon. Much is new, on the other hand, in our ability to understand it.

Place a rat in a cage with an electrified floor and subject it to repeated shocks. Not surprisingly, the poor animal will show many signs of stress, at first flinging itself against the walls with each shock. But after a while, it just sits there apathetically, showing no inclination to escape from its painful prison. When autopsied, the animal will be found to have oversized adrenal glands and, frequently, stomach ulcers, both indicating serious stress.

Now repeat the experiment, but with a wooden stick in the cage alongside the rat. When shocked, the rat chews on the stick, and as a result, it can endure its experience much longer without burnout. Moreover, at autopsy, its adrenal glands are smaller, stomach ulcers fewer. The rat buffered itself against the stress merely by chewing on the stick, even though doing so does nothing to get it out of its predicament.

Finally, put two rats in the electrified cage. Shock them both. They snarl and fight. Do it again, and keep doing it; they keep fighting. Yet at autopsy, their adrenal glands are normal, and, moreover, even though they have experienced numerous shocks, they have no ulcers. When animals respond to stress and pain by redirecting their aggression outside themselves, whether biting a stick or, better yet, another individual, it appears that they are protecting themselves from stress. By passing their pain along, such animals minister to their own needs. Although a far cry from being ethically "good," it is definitely "natural."

Redirected aggression does not simply derive from irrationality or human nastiness, but — along with retaliation and revenge — is entrenched in the very fabric of the natural world, part of a continuum involving nature's response to pain. The biology of redirected aggression goes a long way toward explaining not only its apparent senselessness but its universality as well. It shows up across the ages, as we've seen, across cultures, and across social units, from individuals to communities to nations.

The journalist Lawrence Weschler, writing in The New Yorker, described the effect of redirected aggression on an entire community, the Bosnian town of Banja Luka. Although it used to consist of a majority of Muslims, when Weschler arrived, nearly all of them had just been murdered or driven out ("cleansed") by their Serb neighbors:

"As I was standing alongside the rubble-strewn parking lot on the site of what had until recently been one of the most splendid ancient mosques west of Istanbul, I asked a passing Serb student by what justification this and all the other mosques in town had been leveled. 'Because of what the Ustasha did to us during the Second World Warthey leveled our Orthodox churches,' he replied without the slightest hesitation. But the Ustasha were Croats. I somehow felt transported into a Three Stooges movie: Moe wallops Larry, who then feels entirely justified in turning around and smashing Curly."

Weschler's description offers a perfect summary of redirected aggression, comic if it weren't often so tragic. And although it might be tempting to relegate such actions to other cultures, more violent or perhaps less sophisticated than our own, 21st-century Americans are not immune to redirected aggression. Consider Iraq.

It is clear that Saddam Hussein was in no way connected with the events of September 11, 2001, but in the mind of the American people, the agony of that attack demanded that something be done — preferably something violent — and, moreover, that someone be held accountable and made to suffer. Afghanistan's Taliban had been trounced, but America's pain demanded more.

Thomas Friedman, writing in The New York Times in June 2003, noted that "the 'real reason' for this war, which was never stated, was that after 9/11 America needed to stick it to someone in the Arab-Muslim world. ... Smashing Saudi Arabia or Syria would have been fine. But we attacked Saddam for one simple reason: because we could, and because he deserved it, and because he was right in the heart of that world." According to the U.N.'s former chief weapons inspector Hans Blix, in his recent book, Disarming Iraq, "It is clear that the U.S. determination to take on Iraq was not triggered by anything Iraq did, but by the wounds inflicted by al-Qaeda."

Not coincidentally, here is a little ditty that made its way around the Internet in the late winter of 2003, just before the invasion of Iraq (to the tune of "If You're Happy and You Know It, Clap Your Hands"):

If you cannot find Osama, bomb Iraq.
If the market's hurt your Momma, bomb Iraq.
If the terrorists are Saudi, and they've repossessed your Audi,
And you're feeling kinda rowdy, bomb Iraq!

The bombing and subsequent invasion of Iraq was an immense blunder, but — at its initiation, at least — a success insofar as it accurately gauged and responded to the eagerness (even, perhaps, the need) of many Americans to redirect their post-9/11 pain. It feels bad to be a victim, but the pain can often be somewhat assuaged by victimizing someone else in turn.

Recently physiologists have uncovered the hormonal basis for such behavior. Animals and people subjected to attack or threat experience "subordination stress," as a result of which their adrenal hormones go up, along with blood pressure and the probability of developing ulcers. But — and this is crucial — when given the opportunity to "take it out" on someone else, victims show no sign of stress. By passing along their pain, they modulate their own internal distress while generating trouble for the next ones down the line. Think, the biologist Robert Sapolsky suggests, of the fellow who doesn't get ulcers but causes them!

As to the evolutionary advantage of such a system, it seems clear that individuals who respond to painful situations by striking out at someone else have been more successful than those who sit back and "take it," because such individuals are less likely to be victimized the next time around. In social species, including our own, individuals are exquisitely sensitive to a variant of Lenin's dictum "who, whom?" The cost of being victimized includes a loss of reputation; that is, being seen as exploitable: Who did what to whom, and what happened as a result? Evolution would most likely reward victims who — even if unable to retaliate against the actual perpetrator — conspicuously "take it out" on someone else.

To understand how and why people engage in redirected aggression is to gain insight into seemingly disconnected events. For example, the power and ubiquity of scapegoating are revealed afresh: from Old Testament accounts in which the transgressions and sins of the people were placed upon the head of a goat, which was then slaughtered or driven away, to current psychological theory whereby families often establish a "designated transgressor" who is blamed for any dysfunction. At the societal level, African-Americans have undoubtedly been the foremost recipients of that dubious honor: In a now-classic study, the psychologists Carl Hovland and Robert Sears found that they could predict the number of Southern lynchings occurring during any given year between 1882 and 1930 simply by knowing the price of cotton. When cotton went down, the frequency of lynchings went up. Not that white Southern racists literally blamed African-Americans every time cotton prices declined; rather, a bad economy led to an outpouring of anger, resentment, and frustration, which was then turned against a conspicuous and powerless minority. The economic and social pain of poor whites was passed on to blacks, without any conscious awareness of the scapegoating involved. The situation was clearly cultural, the process all too "natural."

We might also want to reconsider "justice" and ask what is really going on when victims demand punishment, nearly always claiming, of course, that they are not out for revenge. But, in fact, aren't they insisting — although not in so many words — that their pain be offloaded onto someone else? Once the wheels of pain have begun to spin, what really seems to matter is that someone — anyone — must suffer, must be made to "pay." By the same token, consider the fact that crime victims typically resent the presence of exculpatory evidence, which is likely to lead to an acquittal: If their interest were simply in seeing justice done, shouldn't they applaud any information that makes it less likely that an innocent person might be punished, and thus more likely that the criminal-justice system will instead spend its energy on finding the real culprit? It appears that the accumulated burden of physiology, evolution, and cultural expectation is so great that redirected aggression typically feels better than no response at all. Revealingly, there is a deep insistence on the part of victims and their families that — by virtue of their suffering — they are entitled to a defendant's punishment, almost without regard to the matter of guilt. Moreover, the urge among victims to redirect their aggression is so strong that society steps in to make sure that this powerful impulse is handled decorously.

Modern science may even owe its existence to scapegoating, or, rather, to those who were able to overcome the urge to redirect their anger and pain. The argument, in brief, is that when bad things have happened to innocent people, there has been a powerful tendency for those people to seek someone, or some group, to blame. And so Jews were slaughtered during the Great Plague, and accused witches were especially likely to be burned whenever times were hard. By taking out their pain on such supposed transgressors, a burden was lifted from the suffering survivors. Today, of course, we know that people get sick because of disease organisms, not the "evil eye." The point is that in order for science as we now understand it to have developed, it may well have been necessary for people to stop looking for the causes of disasters — and thus of their pain — in scapegoats and to begin searching in the natural world. In short, we didn't so much stop burning witches because we had developed science, but ra-ther, we developed science only when we were able to get beyond burning witches.

Denying this impulse has been harder than one might think, since it not only invites physiological and evolutionary distress but also opens other vulnerabilities. ("To err is human," quipped S.J. Perelman, "to forgive, supine.") Thus it is one thing to espouse compassion and nonviolence, but we live in the real world, which contains threatening, dangerous, and hurtful individuals, requiring that we ask some hard questions. Such as: What should be done about violent transgressors, notably sociopaths and other perpetrators of evil, those with "poisonous personalities" who act upon their venom? If it is not acceptable to pass along our pain, how should we respond? What will provide order, security, and personal satisfaction, as well as minimizing subordination stress, without simply passing along the pain of the victimized? And without creating new victims?

That leads to another difficult question: If people who seek to hurt others are doing so because they have themselves been hurt, does that diminish their responsibility or guilt? Should we pity the poor perpetrator? Are all victimizers themselves previous victims? And what if they are? Does that let them off the hook? When does passing the pain become passing the buck?

Fortunately, there are ways out of the pain-passing trap. Redirected aggression — and to some extent, violence generally — isn't inevitable, even though, because of our deeper inclinations, forgiveness is difficult. The world's great ethical systems have long struggled to define an acceptable defense of victims that preserves personal and collective security without falling into excess. That challenge is particularly appropriate at a time when the word "evil" is bandied about by politicians and extremists to condone war and terrorism, no less than wars against terrorism. Hence we might all be well advised to explore not only how pain and aggression are typically misplaced or displaced, but also how they should be placedwhich is to say, the same way that porcupines are reputed to make love: very carefully.

The world's oldest wisdom traditions have long been concerned with just that. Pain is prominent in Buddhism, which is founded upon the recognition that suffering is ubiquitous and unavoidable, yet can be minimized. The first of Buddhism's "Four Noble Truths," that life inevitably entails pain, is followed immediately by specific methods to reduce suffering, called the "the Eightfold Path." In addition, among the fundamental teachings of Mahayana Buddhism is the kshanti paramita: "the capacity to receive, bear, and transform the pain inflicted on you by your enemies and also by those who love you."

Christian tradition, too, venerates and validates the role of pain. Christ's agony is widely taken as crucially related to God's redemption of humanity. Hidden within dense layers of theology is this equation, one that is, however, rarely made explicit: the more pain (the more suffering on the part of Jesus), the more redemption for the rest of us. But why? Perhaps because the crucifixion of Christ, who is considered the epitome of innocence, provides an especially potent example of scapegoating as a route to social cleansing. Insofar as Christ suffered ("for our sins"), does that suffering enhance the social, personal, and even biochemical status of the rest of us, helping to overcome subordination stress among his followers?

In a masterpiece of painfully accurate revelation, G.K. Chesterton once wrote that Christianity hasn't been tried and found wanting; rather, it has been found difficult and left untried. Never has that been more true than in cases of personal pain and our reaction to it. Thus, Jesus urged us to love our enemies, and, if slapped, to turn the other cheek. But for millennia — before Jesus and after — hu-man beings and their animal brethren have been far more likely to respond to pain and injury with a retaliating barrage of the same sort, generating yet more injury, more pain.

Perhaps Jesus did not entirely appreciate the magnitude of the demand he was making upon Homo sapiens, because in asking his followers to refrain from retaliation — to absorb pain without passing it on to someone else — he was asking people to inhibit one of their most widely shared, deep-seated inclinations. Nonetheless, potential solutions are all based on an equally deep, equally shared truth: that human beings, perhaps unique among animals, are capable, at least on occasion, and once the issues are made clear, of acting against the promptings of their often troublesome bio-logic.

David P. Barash's most recent book, Natural Selections: Selfish Altruists, Honest Liars, and Other Realities of Evolution, based largely on his collected Chronicle pieces, will be published this month by Bellevue Literary Press. He is working on a book about redirected aggression.

October 11, 2007

கறுப்பரா வெள்ளையரா, இறந்த விமர்சகரின் இன் மூலம் பற்றிய ஆராய்ச்சி

ஒரு துளி கறுப்பு ரத்தம் இருந்தாலும் அவர் கறுப்பரே என்று ஒரு காலத்தில் வெள்ளை இனவெறியர் சொல்லி வந்தனர். இது அமெரிக்காவில். நடப்பில் இது ஒன்றும் அவ்வளவு எளிதாக அமல்படுத்தப் படவில்லை. முடியும், தோல் நிறமும் காட்டிக் கொடுத்தாலொழிய இனத்தைக் கண்டு பிடிப்பது ஒன்றும் எளிதாக இல்லை. மரபணு சோதனைகள் எல்லாம் கடந்த சில ஆண்டுகளில் தான் பரவலாக இருக்கின்றன. அவற்றை வைத்தும் ஒன்றும் சரியாகத் தீர்மானிக்க முடியாது, ஏனெனில் இனம் என்று காட்ட மரபணு சோதனையில் ஏதும் வழி இருக்கிறதாகத் தெரியவில்லை.

யூதர்கள், ஐரிஷ் மக்கள், இத்தாலியர், கிரேக்கர் எல்லாம் கூட ஒரு கட்டத்தில் வெள்ளையர் என்று கருதப் படவில்லை. மெல்ல மெல்லத்தான் அவர்கள் வெள்ளையராக ஓரளவு அங்கீகாரம் பெற்றிருக்கின்றனர். அராபியர்கள், பெர்சியர் (இரானியர்), துருக்கியர் போன்றவர்களில் பலர் வெள்ளையர் போலத்தான் இருக்கின்றனர். ஆனால் அவர்கள் மரபணு சோதனையில் சிறு சிறு வேறுபாடுகள் கொண்டு தெரிவர்.
மரபணுக்களைப் பொறுத்து சுமார் 99.999 சதவீதம் அனைத்து மக்களும் ஒரே போன்றவர் என்று ஒரு சமீபத்திய அறிவியல் கட்டுரை சொல்கிறது. [இதன் விவரம் அடுத்த பதிவில் கொடுக்கிறேன்.] சுமார் 0.001 சதவீதம் வேறுபாட்டை வைத்து ஒருவரை வேற்று இனம் என்று கருதி வெறுப்பதோ ஒதுக்குவதோ அறிவு சார்ந்த செயலாக எனக்குத் தோன்றவில்லை.
ஒருவரின் மதம், நடத்தை, கருத்துகள், அரசியல் நிலை, பாலுறவு வகைத் தேர்வு, பொருள் வசதி போன்ற வெளிக் காரணிகளால் நட்பாகவோ, பொருந்தாதவராகவோ நாம் கருதுவதில் ஏதோ அர்த்தம் இருக்கலாம். ஏனெனில் இவை ஏதோ விதத்தில் நம்மைப் பாதிக்கக் கூடும்.

ஆனால் இனம் என்பது முற்றிலும் கற்பிதமா என்று ஒரு கேள்வியை நாம் கேட்க வேண்டும்.

இன்றைய ஜெர்மனியில் கூட இன்னமும் யூத எதிர்ப்பு அரசியல் இருந்து வருகிறது. இதில் அபத்தம் என்னவென்றால் இன்று ஜெர்மனியில் யூத எதிர்ப்பை வலுவாக்கி வருபவர்கள் யூதர்களுடைய அண்டை நாடுகளில் இருந்து ஜெர்மனிக்குப் புலம் பெயர்ந்த அராபியர், துருக்கர் மேலும் இதர முஸ்லிம்கள். யூதர்களை அழிப்பது சரியே என்று குரல் கொடுக்கும் இவர்களின் அறியாமை எல்லையற்ற படுகுழி.

இந்தியாவில் ஜாதி வேறுபாடுகள் எல்லாம் இருந்தாலும் அது இன வேறுபாடாக உருமாற்றிக் காட்டப் படுவது நடந்தது யூரோப்பியரின் ஆதிக்க காலத்தில் இந்து சமுதாயத்தை உடைக்க ஏதாவது ஒரு நெம்புகோல் தேடிய கிருத்தவ வெள்ளையர்களின் முயற்சியால்தான். தமிழகத்தில் இன்று ஆதிக்கம் செலுத்தும் திராவிட அரசியலின் ஆணி வேரே கால்டுவெல்லின் இனவெறி மொழியியல் ஆய்வுதான். அதன் மூலம் யூரோப்பிய இனவெறி கருத்தாக்கம் என்பதை அறிந்தவர்கள்தான் திராவிட இயக்கத்தினரும் அதன் பாதந்தாங்கிகளும் .
இன்று இனம் என்பதே கிடையாது என்று வாதமிடும் உலக இடது சாரிகளுக்கு நேர் எதிரான நிலையில் உள்ளவர்கள் இந்திய இடது சாரியினர். இன்னமும் ஆரிய திராவிட இன வெறி அரசியலுக்க்குத் தூபம் போட்டு வளர்க்கும் கேவலத்தை உவந்து செய்து வருகின்றனர். இதில் உலக அரங்கில் பெரும் கருத்தியலாளர் என்று வலம் வரும் 'சிந்தனையாளர்கள்' பலரும் உண்டு. இவர்களைக் குறித்து பின்னால் பார்ப்போம்.
இனம் என்பது ஒன்று உண்டா இல்லையா என்று இடது சாரிகளைக் கேட்டால் பலவிதமான உளறலான கருத்துகள் கிட்டும். உலக மக்கள் அனைவரும் ஒன்று என்று ஒரு பக்கமும், இனத்தால் அவர்கள் வேறு வேறு என்றும் ஒரே நேரம் எதிரெதிர் கருத்துகளை வைத்திருக்கும் ஒரு 'பகுத்தறிவான' கூட்டம் அது.
கீழே உள்ள ஒரு கட்டுரை ஒரு அமெரிக்க இலக்கிய விமர்சகரின் விசித்திரமான வாழ்வைப் பற்றியது. அவர் கறுப்பரா, வெள்ளையரா என்பது அவ்வளவு தெளிவாக இல்லை. அவர் தன் வாழ்வை ஒரு வெள்ளையர் போல வாழ்ந்து முடித்தார் என்றாலும் அவருடைய மகளுக்கு இறுதியில் அவருடைய பின்னாளில் அவர் ஒரு கறுப்பர் குடும்பத்தில் பிறந்தவர் என்று தெரிய வருகிறது. அல்லது கருப்பு மூதாதையர் தமக்கு உண்டு என்று தெரிய வருகிறது.
அவர் இறந்து ஆறு வருடங்களுக்குப் பிறகு அவருடைய பெண் சமீபத்தில் வெளியிட்ட ஒரு நூலின் விமர்சனம் கீழே. இது வாஷிங்டன் போஸ்ட் பத்திரிகையில் வந்த ஒரு விமர்சனம்.

இதில் இனம் என்பது ஒன்று உண்டா என்ற கேள்வி அடித்துத் துவைக்கப் படுகிறது. மரபணுக்கள் மூலமாக இனம் என்பதை நிறுவ முடியும் என்ற கருத்தையே இந்த விமர்சகர் எதிர்க்கிறார்.
தமிழகத்திலும், இந்தியாவிலும் பல இடது சாரிகள் மரபணு ஆய்வு மூலம் இந்த ஆரிய திராவிட வரலாறுக்கு ஆதாரம் தேடத் துவங்கி இருக்கும் இந்தக் கால கட்டத்தில் இந்தக் கட்டுரை என்ன வழி காட்டும் என்று எனக்கு யோசனையாக இருக்கிறது.
அறிவியல் பிரச்சினைக்கு இலக்கிய விமர்சனம் வழி காட்ட மூடியாதுதான். ஆனால் வாழ்க்கை என்பது அறிவியலின் கருவிகளைத் தாண்டிய கடும் சிக்கல்கள் நிறைந்தது.
படித்து விட்டு விமர்சனம் அனுப்புங்கள்.
சூ.கா.
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Jonathan Yardley
A father and daughter, torn between racial boundaries.

By Jonathan Yardley
Sunday, September 30, 2007; BW15

ONE DROP

My Father's Hidden Life -- A Story of Race and Family Secrets

By Bliss Broyard

Little, Brown. 514 pp. $24.99

For most of the 1970s and '80s, Anatole Broyard was a staff book critic for the New York Times, writing two or three reviews a week for its daily pages, as opposed to its Sunday book section. My own career in that same line of work was just getting under way, and I paid close attention to what he was doing. He obviously was intelligent and erudite, but I sometimes felt that he was more interested in showing his technical skills than in giving books deep, fair readings. Still, he enjoyed considerable influence and was widely known in literary circles.

Broyard died in October 1990 after a long, painful and debilitating struggle against cancer, but continuing interest in him was insured by the disclosure that he was, as his wife told their two adult children, "part black." According to Bliss Broyard, "My mother explained that my father had 'mixed blood,' and his parents were both light-skinned Creoles from New Orleans, where race-mixing had been common. She said that his parents had to pass for white in order to get work in 1930s New York, which confused my father about what their family was, or was supposed to be." Broyard's response to this, as he moved from Brooklyn to Greenwich Village and began to live a bohemian life in the postwar years, was to "pass for white." He did so for the rest of his life, though many who knew him were aware, or suspected, that his racial identity was not precisely as he presented it.

Six years after Broyard's death, the New Yorker published an article by Henry Louis Gates, the well-known professor of African American studies, called "The Passing of Anatole Broyard," which was, predictably, the cause of much heated gossip in literary, journalistic and publishing circles. Now Broyard is back in the news with the appearance of this family history and memoir by his daughter. One Drop, Bliss Broyard tells us, takes its title from "the 'one-drop rule,' which classified as black any Americans with the tiniest fraction -- just one drop -- of 'black blood.' It had grown out of a practice dating back to slavery known as hypodescent, which assigned someone of mixed parentage to the lower-status race, and had become the legal and social custom in the era of legalized 'Jim Crow' segregation." The book is an account of her effort to discover just "how black" her father was and thus, obviously, "how black" she is.

It's a peculiar book. The author's sincerity and honesty are evident and appealing, and her subject is of continuing interest and importance even now, when an appreciable amount of heat has been drained from our old obsessions and fears about race. The problem is that One Drop is actually at least five books -- her father's story, her own story, her family's story, the story of "passing" and the story of racial identity in the United States -- and its author doesn't do a very good job of weaving them together into a seamless, coherent narrative. For well over 100 pages, she wanders this way and that, telling this story and that, interviewing this person and that, circling around the one story of greatest interest -- her father's -- but never really pouncing on it. Then she takes a detour of nearly 200 pages to explore the Broyard family's history in New Orleans. Not until she gets past page 300 does she finally focus fully on her father, and one can't help wondering how many readers she will have lost by then.

"My father had left behind so much unfinished business," she writes, and her hope is to wrap it up. This would be a difficult task in any circumstances, but it is all the more so in this case because of the exceedingly complex life, character and legacy of Anatole Broyard. He was by most accounts immensely charming and energetic, positively catnip to women (and quick to take advantage of it). But he was also boastful and vain, as well as an operator who, as one friend told Gates, was " exorbitantly in control" and "fastidious about managing things." Thus it is extremely difficult, for example, to figure out why he chose to pass for white, or to get much sense of how this choice weighed on him, as anecdotal evidence suggests it did.

He was born in New Orleans in 1920, into a family that had been there since the early 1750s when Etienne Broyard, "a white man from France . . . landed in the Louisiana Territory." Within a century "the Broyards had begun to be identified in public records as mulatto or free people of color." Bliss Broyard's research has convinced her that "the moment of mixing in the Broyard family" occurred in 1855, when her great-great-grandfather married a free woman of color. Her account of how subsequent generations of the family dealt with (or ignored) this legacy is interesting, but she insists on larding it up with a boilerplate history of American laws, controversies and customs regarding race. By her own honest admission she knew almost nothing about race in America until her father's secret was revealed, and to her credit she studied it closely; it really was not necessary, though, to regurgitate so much of what she learned -- most of which will be familiar to many readers -- in this book, which is too long by about 150 pages.

It's also unfortunate that she spends so much time fretting about her racial identity. The notion of crossing "from white to the other side" clearly has some appeal for her, and when her New Orleans relatives call her "pure white," she is uncomfortable, yet she just can't let go: "It had been nearly a decade since my father had died, since I'd learned of his -- and my -- African ancestry, since I'd begun reading and learning and talking about race. And despite my glimmerings of double consciousness, I didn't yet feel black. I was still waiting for an 'Aha!' moment, an affirmation of this identity down deep in my bones." Fortunately, within just a few pages of this unbearably PC declaration, Broyard admits that "the thought of how blinded I'd been in my obsession to find a slave ancestor made me feel sick with shame," which redeems her, as does this:

"I hated the image of myself in [a black acquaintance's] eyes -- a silly white girl making a big fuss over nothing. I hated how uncertain I became when trying to locate myself on this racial landscape or even recognize its terrain. Torn between trying to pinpoint the boundaries between black and white and an urge to deny their existence at all, I was caught in a dialectical tug-of-war. The futility of my efforts reminded me of a skit I once saw in which a man kept moving a wooden chair around an empty white room, unable to find a spot that suited him, despite their being all the same."

As she seems finally to have understood, the whole notion of race is fraught with ambiguity. I won't reveal the results of the DNA tests she finally had done, but what they proved more than anything else is that racial identity is a complete mare's nest. In issues of race as in so many others, "Know thyself" is an injunction almost impossible to obey. Notions of racial purity are as false as notions of racial impurity; there's no such thing, though much of human history has been frittered away by people trying to legitimize race as the defining element in what passes for civilization.

Still, it's not really surprising that Anatole Broyard chose to live as he did. He didn't look in the least bit "black," and he wanted to enter the world of literature, which in the 1940s and '50s in this country was patently "white." He placed personal ambition ahead of racial identity or racial solidarity or whatever one cares to call it, and his daughter makes a pretty solid argument for him: "My father truly believed that there wasn't any essential difference between blacks and whites and that the only person responsible for who he was supposed to be was himself." To be sure, a black friend had a point when he "sniped that my dad was black when he entered the subway in Brooklyn and white when he got out at West Fourth Street in Manhattan," but that's the choice he made, and he managed to live with it.

His daughter asks: "Was my father's choice rooted in self-preservation or in self-hatred? Did it strike a blow for individualism or for discrimination? Was he a hero or a cad?" Those are good questions, and as Bliss Broyard well understands, they can never be definitively answered, though my own hunch is that "All of the above" gets somewhere close to the truth. *

Jonathan Yardley's e-mail address is yardleyj@washpost.com.

© 2007 The Washington Post Company

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சில வாசகர்கள் மேற்கண்ட கட்டுரைக்குத் தம் மறுவினையைத் தந்திருக்கிறார்கள். அவற்றில் ஒன்றைத் தருகிறேன்.

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Comments
padpowell wrote:
The best part of Bliss Broyard's latest book is her description of the dying Louisiana Creole culture and ethnic identity. Even Bliss realizes that the Creoles are not "black" or "African American," but she is not consistent in separating the two identities, often using the word "black" when she should say "Creole." Of course, her miseducation in forced hypodescent and the "one drop" theory by her newly discovered black-identified Broyard relatives had a lot to do with that. Creoles have been subjected to what one might a call a "documentary genocide" (to use the phrase coined by Brent Kennedy, author of The Melungeons: The Resurrection of a Proud People : An Untold Story of Ethnic Cleansing in America). Since the Jim Crow period, both whites and blacks in Louisiana have worked to destroy the unique Creole ethnicity and forcibly assimilate them into the "Negro/black/African American" fold by simply refusing to recognize Creoles as anything but "Negroes." The Creole relatives Bliss encounters are thus divided into those who identify with the "white race" and those who believe all Creoles are part of the "black race." Bliss, as a liberal, sensitive white girl, tends to automatically give more credibility to the "black" side of the family, even when common sense should tell her that have only internalized an inferiority complex that makes them think they are unworthy of being anything but "black." Some great books on this documentary genocide are:
White by Definition: Social Classification in Creole Louisiana by Virginia R. Dominguez and Legal History of the Color Line: The Rise And Triumph of the One-drop Rule by Frank W. Sweet and Passing for Who You Really Are.

Bliss disappointed me greatly by seeming to buy into the old canard that there is something immoral about a person with even a small amount of "black" ancestry identifying himself as "white." Hello, Bliss. Have you heard of Latinos and Arabs? They are almost always partially of sub-Saharan African ancestry but don't call themselves "black." Most of them identify as "white" on the census and other forms. You live in New York City, which has more "mulattoes" than New Orleans. However, because they are also Puerto Ricans, their "black blood" doesn't count? Why?

Many reviewers in the media have painted Anatole Broyard as a villain who deprived his children of some kind of wonderful heritage. I side with Anatole. First, he was not "black" and he would have been guilty of emotional abuse if he had taught his children to embrace a false racial identity invented as a stigma. A few say that he should have taught them about their wonderful Creole heritage. Why? It is a dying ethnicity and its people are being assimilated by force into the "black" fold. Creoles either go as "black" or "white." The few remaining Creoles who seek an in-between path are dying out and have no political power. I also noted, from reading the book, that Bliss is a very emotional, impressionable person. She was too full of liberal guilt and easily enamoured of anything "black" as a grown woman. I shudder to think how she would have reacted as a teenager or child. Her brother Todd seems to be far more stable. There is no evidence that the great revelation that his father was "tarbrushed" caused him to change his identity or indulge in racial angst.

There is a scene in the book where Alexandra Broyard (the supposedly "pure white" Norwegian-American mother of Bliss and Todd) discovers that she has partial Native American ancestry. It is interesting to her, but she has no plans to change her identity or even check more "race" boxes on those omnipresent forms. She is like most white Americans in that regard, since American Indian ancestry is not presented as a source og genetic inferiority that destroys forever one's European heritage or right to call oneself "white." Shouldn't "black" ancestry in white people be decriminalized and treated like American Indian ancestry?
10/1/2007 10:18:44 AM