TEARING DOWN THE WALLS OF HEARTACHE
What a bloody nonsense all this is. This taking down of statues business.
Let me say from the outset that I deplore the killing of George Floyd and all the others who have died at the hands of police brutality. I support the demonstrations in protest at this (peaceful and socially distanced, I add) although I do wonder what their aims are. It seems to me that there are ample protections against racism de jure; it’s racism de facto which needs addressing ie attitudes.
But to return to the issue of book-burning ie statue toppling, I take the view that if a community or society agrees with removing a statue, it is perfectly reasonable to take it down and retain it in a museum somewhere. It is a memento of our history. It may not be a history you like, but it is history.
Unless you prefer Denial.
You may not like the fact that Britain has a colonial and imperial past, but it did. You may not like the fact that Britain engaged in slavery and the slave trade , but it did. (You will also no doubt know that Britain was in the vanguard to abolish it in 1807). You may not like the fact that governments, communities, artists and writers celebrated its colonialist achievements. But they did.
So where will you stop your Denial? Take down the monuments to Churchill for his role in the Boer War? What if your great/grandfather fought there too? or in the Zulu Wars? Burn his photos from your family album?
Remove the name of James Penny from the street in Liverpool? Ban “Penny Lane” by the Beatles?
Ban Madras curry and Bombay spiced potatoes from the menu of Indian restaurants?
And who else might we have offended? The French? Tear down Nelson’s Column and rename Waterloo Station. The people of St Albans, Colchester and London? Throw Boadicea and Her Daughters off Westminster Bridge. What about Karl Marx’s 10’ monument in Highgate Cemetery? (No! Wait! He’s one of ours).
And don’t forget the Internationalist dimension to the movement. We should be campaigning for the removal of statues of Chingis Khan, Julius Caesar, Hernan Cortes, Attila the Hun and all the rest of them who have blotted today’s politically correct copy book.
And finally I come to you yourself. Have you not ever told a racist/sexist/ableist/ageist joke? Or laughed at one? Said or done something “–ist” in your many years? Have you never watched and enjoyed “Gone With The Wind”? “Love Thy Neighbour”? “Come Fly With Me”? “Little Britain”? No! Of course you haven’t. You promptly turned your set off, didn’t you?
So what will your repentance constitute? A public apology printed in The Times? A personal apology to everyone you’ve ever slighted, both directly and indirectly? A sizeable donation to a suitable charity? Self flagellation?
Be sure to let me know where your Denial stops.
John Coopey
Sat 13th Jun 2020 08:30
Contributors far cleverer than me, Greg, have argued in this forum that there are no rules in poetry. I merely take advantage of this licence! For my next piece I am experimenting with having Alfie the Dog bark my poem.