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Losing my Religion – 4:29

Pope Adrian VI (Hadrian VI) (Pope Adrian VI)
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The Pope, God’s representative on earth according to those of the Catholic faith (to which I nominally belong), comes to London in just two days. You may have heard it mentioned on the TV or in a newspaper. Low key stuff in the main.

I don’t know why exactly, but his visit has really hit me hard as a measure of how far removed I have become from the faith that (as a cruel consequence of growing up in a society largely divided along arbitrarily religious lines) shaped such a large proportion of my life until I was 18 years old: my schooling, my sports, my friendships, my political leanings and a strange fetish for incense.

Today I continue my search for meaning and enlightenment. But I am certain that I will not find it in the confines of any traditional ‘western’ religious tradition. For some time even before my Indian adventures I’d already sensed I was slowly nestling somewhere in the wide expanse that lies betwixt the Humanist and Hindu. Though perhaps not that wide in the absence of prescription (spiritual or practical) in both. I hate not having some wriggle room…and I certainly don’t feel the need for institutional guidance on morality thank you.  I think perhaps I realised some time ago that John Lennon struck on something when he said: ‘I don’t like God much when I get him under a roof’.

I’d already drifted from any real sense of Catholicism by the time the recent bout of child abuse scandals broke. I was, like many, so deeply saddened, if not at all surprised.  I was saddened not just for the suffering so many had endured at the hands of those we were taught to trust in above all others as children, but saddened also because I know there are many many good people still within the Catholic Church whose efforts to reach others and share a faith that truly sustains those who believe (as I know it sustains many I hold close) have been made so much more difficult now;  tainted by the shame of not just insidious personal physical abuse of innocents, but by institutional complicity on a grand scale.

I do not suggest that the Pope is a paedophile. But I do believe it is clear he is complicit in failing to take the necessary actions that a man of God, the leader of a Christian faith, would be expected to take to address such desperate and systemic abuse. It is beyond appalling that today Channel 4 reported that almost 9 years on from their conviction for sexual abuse, more than half those Priests found guilty in a court of law in the UK are still practising clergymen. In that alone I believe he has failed his faith, his church, our society and indeed humanity itself.

I could not help but wonder if Chris Patten felt any sense of irony today with his appeal to Rev Norman Hamilton to shake hands with the Pope rather than behave in a fashion more suited to the religious schisms of “the 16th Century”. Leaving aside whether or not The Moderator (great ring name, no?) should in fact extend a hand of religious charity to the visiting Pontiff, I was more interested in Patten’s evocation of the 16th Century….

For those of us familiar with that quiet religious epoch will know that it was a time when religion was used on a grand scale as a cloak for the unapologetic pursuit of many of man’s worst vices by those within (and without) the church – power, wealth, satisfaction of the physical senses, subjugation of the masses and the repression of any dissenting voice.  Although strictly a work of collaborative fiction, I commend to you the extraordinary book “Q: Dance of Death” (written by a number of Italian students under the wonderful pen-name, “Luther Blissett”) which paints a largely accurate (based on contemporary historical accounts) picture of a century of religious excess, intolerance and abuse. A century when the sort of horror which has stained this century already for the Catholic Church was commonplace.

Patten chose his centuries badly. But in this or any other time, Pope Benedict – and the rest of the Church’s hierarchy - should have spoken out. They should have been unapologetic about rooting out this evil from within it’s midst. No stone should have been left unturned. An age of renewal (as the 16th Century is oft referred Mr Patten) for the Catholic Church; a purging, a prayer for forgiveness and for the restoration of it’s moral authority. Alas, alas…

I am minded of the words of Indian author, Arundhati Roy:

“The trouble is that once you’ve seen it, you can’t unsee it. And once you’ve seen it, keeping quiet, saying nothing, becomes as political an act as speaking out. There’s no innocence. Either way, you’re accountable”.

Accountability. Infallibility. Two age old concepts of this Papacy and perhaps the Catholic Church as a whole, that appear to be terribly and irrevocably broken (ice cream advertising excepted of course).

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The Big Lunch 2010 and the importance of “social capital”

The Big Lunch 2010 - Sudbourne Road“I do not refer to real estate, or to personal property or to cold cash, but rather to that in life which tends to make these tangible substances count for most in the daily lives of people, namely, goodwill, fellowship, mutual sympathy and social intercourse among a group of individuals and families who make up a social unit… If he may come into contact with his neighbor, and they with other neighbors, there will be an accumulation of social capital, which may immediately satisfy his social needs and which may bear a social potentiality sufficient to the substantial improvement of living conditions in the whole community. The community as a whole will benefit by the cooperation of all its parts, while the individual will find in his associations the advantages of the help, the sympathy, and the fellowship of his neighbors” (Hanifan, L. J. 1916)

Last Sunday, 18th July, the residents of Sudbourne Road, Brixton, gathered to celebrate “The Big Lunch 2010″. Under appropriately blue skies our sleepy, if perfectly formed, slice of south London was transformed for an afternoon into a theatre of food, music, dancing, playing, face painting, badge making, ice cream slurping and neighbourly celebration.

Pre-dating the now ubiquitous “Big Society”, TBL is – like all good ideas – a very simple one. By encouraging neighbours and communities to come together and socialise within the simple construct of a street party, they believe we can:

  • Build and improve community spirit and engagement
  • Make the third of us who live alone feel happier, closer and… friendlier
  • Conquer our natural shyness, to open our curtains, doors and minds and look out for one another
  • Share stories, skills and tools, so we all end up richer in every sense
  • Discover common ground across age, class, faith, race and the garden fence.
  • And you know what. It might just work.

    I’ve lived on this street for over two years.  It’s a beautiful place. Yet we only knew the wonderful couple who rent the flat below us and our neighbours to the right. And really, that was it before last Sunday. And it’s interesting how that seems entirely acceptable for so long. How you can live in such close proximity to so many people and yet live so very far apart.

    I won’t deny to being a little bit cynical when Lucy Sherwood (our fearless leader for 2010) dropped the first of the leaflets for this year’s event through the door. It’s just easier that way it seems. But I couldn’t help but notice that as the day grew closer the greater my anticipation – and hopes – grew. The evolutionary psychologist in me would have diagnosed this as the natural reaction of any innately social animal, but it was also in part triggered by my long held interest in behavioural psychology – particularly when concerned with collective/group behaviour – both in the workplace and in society at large. In particular, two of my favorite studies on the role and importance of community or social capital, kept playing out in my mind.

    In 1995 Robert Putnam published a groundbreaking study of the growing fragmentation and associated dislocation of community and group life in America. Initially published as an article in the Journal of Democracy ““Bowling Alone: America’s Declining Social Capital”, a book of the same name in 2000 went on to be a bestseller.  According to Putnam, social capital “refers to the collective value of all ‘social networks‘ and the inclinations that arise from these networks to do things for each other”. According to Putnam, social capital is a key component to building and maintaining democracy. Putnam’s studies of modern American life led him to conclude that social capital is declining in the United States. This is seen in lower levels of trust in government and lower levels of civic participation. Putnam also says that television and urban sprawl have had a significant role in making America far less ‘connected’. Putnam believes that social capital can be measured by the amount of trust and “reciprocity” in a community or between individuals.

    Anyone familiar with life in N. Ireland or wider United Kingdom will recognise that the trends described by Puttnam are mirrored here. As The Big Lunch website itself reminds us:

  • Two million more single person households are forecast by 2019.
  • We have more rich, poor and ethnic ghettos than ever before.
  • There has been a 7% annual drop in trust between neighbours from 2003-05.
  • Social trust in the UK halved and now among the lowest in Europe.
  • While there are subtleties to be recognised with regard to some disadvantages and inequalities associated with the creation and distribution of ‘social capital’, in the main commentators agree that it can be an extremely positive force – increasing civic and political participation (“The Big Society“), contributing to our personal and collective mental well-being (The New Economics Foundation) as well as improving our physical health and life expectancy.

    Those of you who have read Malcolm Gladwell‘s excellent Outliers, will be familiar with what has become known as “The Roseto Effect”.  In the mid 1960′s medical researchers – led by Stewart Wolf (a physician) - were drawn to Roseto (a close-knit Italian-American community Pennsylvania) by a fascinating but puzzling statistic: defying medical logic, Rosetans died of heart attacks at a rate only half that of the rest of America. The men of the village smoked and drank wine without moderation. They worked out their days doing hard manual labor in nearby slate quarries. The Mediterranean diet, with its preference for olive oil rather than animal fats, had to be compromised as poor immigrants couldn’t afford to import cooking oil from their homeland and so instead they fried their sausages and browned their meatballs in lard (don’t we all?). Yet, they retained unusually healthy hearts in spite of their unhealthy diet and lifestyle. The question was: How?

    In “The Power of Clan”, a report on studies conducted by Wolf and John Bruhn (a sociologist) over a broad period of time from 1935 to 1984, they found that mutual respect and cooperation contribute to the health and welfare of a community and its inhabitants while a lack of concern for others and self indulgence have the opposite effect.

    Studying the history of Roseto, they found that early immigrants were shunned by the English and Welsh who dominated this corner of eastern Pennsylvania. As a result, the Rosetans turned inward and built their own culture of cooperation and community.

    “People are nourished by other people,” said Wolf, noting that the characteristics of tight-knit community are better predictors of healthy hearts than are low levels of serum cholesterol or tobacco use. He explained that an isolated individual may be overwhelmed by the problems of everyday life. Such a person internalized that feeling as stress which, in turn, can adversely affect everything from blood pressure to kidney function. That, however, is much less likely to be the outcome when a person is surrounded by caring friends, neighbors and relatives. The sense of being supported reduces stress and the disease stress engenders.

    More recently studies in both the USA and here by the BMJ have confirmed the correlation between an active social life/set of social connections and longer life expectancy.

    And though it my not have felt that way as  I hoovered up Sudbourne Road’s finest samosa’s, jerk chicken, potato salad, sausages, ice cream and baked goods; there was an undeniable feeling of hope, optimism and yes, “well being” (personal an collective) as the evening drew to a close.

    New neighbours had been met; interesting conversations held; ideas on matters of interest to the local community – schooling and local planning applications in particular - were exchanged; histories shared; new friendships made. We appear – and it’s a shame on me that this was even remotely a surprise – to live among wonderful people with shared aspirations, hopes and fears for our street, their families and themelves.

    And so in the midst of all the semantic scuffles about The Big Society (or more locally known as Lambeth’s “Co-Operative Council”), what it is and what it might/must become it was a delightful thought that something as simple as a set of street parties, held across the UK, bringing neighbours together one day in July, might just be doing more for all of us than David Cameron’s band of merry social architects as yet.

    “People are nourished by other people”.  That’s the Big Lunch. Literally and metaphorically.

    Long may it run.

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    Enough

    Enough. These few words are enough.

    If not these words, this breath.
    If not this breath, this sitting here.

    This opening to the life
    We have refused
    Again and again
    Until now.

    Until now.

    ~

    David Whyte

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    Information is indeed beautiful

    Another delightful infographic courtesy of the clean living @liamchivers. Just loved this.

    Truly a new world order.

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    A parable for our times?

    Hooghly River, Kolkata, India.
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    It was many years ago that villagers in Downstream recall spotting the first body in the river. Some old timers remember how Spartan were the facilities and procedures for managing that short of thing. Sometimes, they say, it would take hours to pull 10 people from the river, and even then only a few would survive.

    Though the number of victims in the river has increased greatly in recent years, the good folks of Downstream have responded admirably to the challenge. Their rescue system is clearly second to none: most people discovered in the swirling waters are reached within twenty minutes, many in less than ten. Only a small number drown each day before help arrives — a big improvement from the way it used to be.

    Talk to the people of Downstream and they’ll speak with pride about the new hospital by the edge of the waters, the flotilla of rescue boats ready for service at a moment’s notice, the comprehensive health plans for coordinating all the manpower involved, and the large number of highly trained and dedicated swimmers always ready to risk their lives to save victims from the raging currents. Sure it costs a lot but, say the Downstreamers, what else can decent people do except to provide whatever is necessary when human lives are at stake.

    Oh, a few people in Downstream have raised the question now and again, but most folks show little interest in what’s happening Upstream. It seems there’s so much to do to help those in the river that nobody’s got time to check how all those bodies are getting there in the first place. That’s the way things are, sometimes.

    ~ D.B. Ardell

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    Hypnotic

    hyp·no·sis (hp-nss) n. pl. hyp·no·ses (-sz) 1. An artificially induced altered state of consciousness, characterized by heightened suggestibility and receptivity to direction.

    I had the privelege of seeing Chicago’s ‘Hypnotic Brass Ensemble’ tonight at La Scala in London.

    Almost as good as their Sunday afternoon slot at Electric Picnic last year, it was a great performance and reaffirmed their unique and infectious talent. So a moment of tribute to Vimeo from whence they came to my attention:

    http://www.vimeo.com/3010228

    Making peace out of War indeed.

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    Images of another Ireland

    © richard fitzgerald, 2007, all rights reserved

     

    Richard Fitzgerald: The Parting Glass

    Beautiful images of another Ireland.

    Hard to believe how relatively recently some of these images were captured and a timely reminder of the many changes – some good, some not so good – that we have witnessed on our island in the last 30 years.

    The book is simply sensational.

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    Our house (in the middle of our street)

    For Sarah

    Pls send cleaning products and willing helpers!!!

    xx

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    Schindlers Lift

    Schindlers Lift

    Schindlers Lift

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    Six degrees of separation (and breakfast)

    Bizarre.

    In the course of finishing my previous post in which I commented on the recent furore surrounding the resignation and re-instatement of Joanne Cash as the Conservative Party’s candidate for Westminster North, I realised I have, in the past shared a breakfast table with her husband, Octavius Black.

    Joanne Cash and Octavius Black

    Joanne Cash with her husband – and friend of David Cameron – Octavius Black. Photograph: Alan Davidson

    As founder of The Mind Gym, Octavius was kind enough to treat me and the one and only Rob Gibbs to a breakfast meeting as we discussed doing some business with the Mind Gym on a (to remain unnamed) Government account on which we were working.

    A very nice man, charismatic in the extreme, intellectually engaging and founder of a very interesting and entrepreneurial company. And the breakfast was good too.

    Small world indeed.

     

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