A Place of Disrespect
We buy into them.
We shape our lives by what we read and think we learn from them... Imperceptibly, the very difference between solitude and loneliness becomes the proscenium of our own daily, privately disingenuous stagecraft and remains the arch within everything we do and often pretend is experienced by others: I’ve come to call it A Place of Disrespect. It weaves a canvas threaded by isolation and a deep struggle against invisibility; much like a kunderesque memory fighting forgetting.
We claim belief as if it were a detergent brand and in our public display, engage morally cleansed points of view by which we strive to claim insight and understanding. We have even got so far as to believe we are stain resistant, making the ‘other’ permanently the guilty party. Like children, in our belief , the mythologies we choose become the moral toys of adulthood and we’re damned if anyone will tell us differently. Prejudice in this way has, in the manner of alcohol endured a certain distillery process to suit our own taste more insidiously than historical precedents, simply because, we now tailor make them to suit our interior décor and toss them the instant we’re feeling bored with the colour, the style, the feel or even its particular ambience. Ironically this serves us only as far as leaving ourselves stranded in a contemporary socio-political desert of inane absolutisms, hollow rhetoric and communal apathy. So much so that finding oneself has become the fastest growing informal health sector since the Victorian age discovered sexuality as the underlying deviant malaise of ‘’over-emotional women’’…
All of which, goes to make what the point of it? What emerges is the proscenium of our private disingenuousness: this Place of Disrespect, where faith and not belief becomes manifest as the moral deficit of our age and our mindset. Belief in something does not mean one has faith, nor does it imply as is mythologically commonly accepted, that belief is an expression of faith. And it is not the same as belief of the faithful.
Our socialization cultivates shame and sets it against reward, rather than an educative foundation of reward and recognition: we are bribed in achievement as children and emotionally persecuted with blackmail into composites of submissive obedience and silently self- negating indigents. Conformity is all that matters. How then do we as adults have a hope in hell of celebrating diversity and difference when it is occupies such a place of intrinsic disrespect? Expressive children are often regarded as overly indulged or undisciplined while the gamut of disrespectful behaviour borne of unattended hours in front of television or endless violent gameboys, is shelved as liveliness and brushed off as kids being kids… until the knives and guns come out and the list of children killing children in parks and on sidewalks increases staggeringly in the nightly news… what is the nature of this place of disrespect/ is it parental, societal or communal; or just a sign of the times?
There is a saying about how you can tell the true nature of an age by how it treats its children. What does our age say about us? What describes the Place of Disrespect children occupy in this day and age?
Poverty sees more children sold to human traffickers than in any other era: child prostitution is at a premium. Young girls are lured by women trafficking scouts and sold to an international sex trade circuit. Boys become tourist attractions for luxuriating middle aged men and women dying for some flesh on the side… young men lured to work have organs removed instead.
Villagers sell their children to strangers to make ends meet: child labour, child soldiers, abandoned street children… these are the places of disrespect we afford the world’s most precious natural resource: the human soul: without a mind and no heart, where do we even begun to have the right to call anything we do peaceful?
To whom do give the legacy of the best of human achievement if we cannot be bothered to cultivate each and every mind to discover what it is capable of and thereby unfold the wings of a young heart with the faith of self to soar and become the measure of its own soul…
How much disrespect do we as a society have to show ourselves before the place we occupy in history is so coloured by shame there remains nothing left to experience?
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