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Zip It!

10 Jan

‘Zip It!’ A popular expression in our house. Normally employed for smaller human beings who are gobbing off beyond a reasonable level. But the recent horror of Charlie Hebdo has left me and many other parents that I know, wondering if we now need to be uttering this phrase a bit more at the kids.

Interestingly, it seems to be the more switched on, politically aware, well-read and generous folk who are fretting the most about their children saying or doing something that might offend someone else – in this stoked-up atmosphere of religion, politics and race.

Regular readers of this blog will know that me and mine represent everything that your anti-multiculturalist sorts love to hate. So you might think that I have all of the perfect answers when it comes to discussing such sensitive issues with my kids. In fact, no. No. And I certainly didn’t have all of this off to pat before Charlie Hebdo.  Here are some recent examples of the level of dialogue that has always been ongoing within My Fam:

Scene 1 Namibia (southern Africa). Me, Him and 2 kids.  Driving through a police check-point on the road outside of the Capital. Unlike the rest of us – my 6 yr old lad is a chap of very few words….

10 yr old: It’s not fair! They never stop us. They never search us!

Him: You don’t want to be searched. Look at the people in the cars over there. They’re really naffed off.

10yr old: But it’s not fair! I really wanna get searched! We’ve been through these road-blocks about twenty times now and they never stop us. Why?

6yr old: It’s because we’re white.

Me: Whaaaat?

"I'll swap you a Stop n' Search exemption for the Right to Wee"

“I’ll swap you a Stop n’ Search exemption for the Right to have a Wee”

Scene 2- Namibia (southern Africa) a few days later. Visiting a national monument which is only usually visited by people from the different black ethnic groups. We are desperate for the loo.

10 yr old: This is awful! They keep telling us the wrong way to the toilets and we’ve been back three times now and ask and they still just flap their hand at us and tell us to go the wrong way.

Me: The seem to think that we’re just being a nuisance. We should have gone to the loo before we got here, though. Oooh – I’m bursting!

10 yr old: Well, they’re hardly busy… we’re the only ones here in the car park! Why are they being so rude and unhelpful? I feel like they don’t like us! People! Why aren’t you helping us? Before our Mum wets her pants!

6 yr old: It’s because we’re white.

Me: Pardon?!

Of course, in both of these instances the normally oh-so quiet 6 yr old was making a mere observation. One which very much shocked us. Because of his lack of verbosity, we simply haven’t  sat with him and explained to him issues of race, apartheid, politics etc in the way that his older sibling might have had our attention…

Scene 3Leaving our semi-rural immediate neighbourhood we are now driving through an inner-city suburb, somewhere Up North.

6 yr old: Hey, Mum! I think you’ve got us lost, Mum. Hey!

Confused of Africa? Or of UK?

Confused of Africa? Or of UK?

Me: Why?

6 yr old: Because I think…we’re in Africa

10 yr old: What are you on about? You little weirdo.

6 yr old: Look – outside – everyone’s looking like…we’re in Africa! It’s well cool!

10 yr old: Yeah, right – Stupid! Do I see any giraffes? Or those termite mound things? It’s raining! Are you totally thick, or what?

6 yr old: Well – that one over there in the doorway-thingy is a street child. I think.

10 yr old: It’s a drunken man asleep in a pile of sick! You idiot!

Me: Stop being horrible to your brother. I think he only means that there a lot of black people in this area.

6 yr old: Yes – that’s what I meant. I just never knew there were so many black people in England.

Him: (to Me) Keep him away from the English Defence League and their lot, eh?

6 yr old: (sulking) And anyway. I want to go back to Africa now. It’s better than living with you lot.

Me: (to Him) I don’t think his sentiments lie with the EDF, dear. It’s just his use of language and terminology that we perhaps need to work on…

Scene 4 After a troublesome time in the playground

6 yr old: I don’t like them brown boys. I won’t ever play with them.

Me: (shocked) What do you mean? What’s wrong with them?

6 yr old: I just don’t like them.

Me: But … well. You can’t say that you don’t like ‘brown boys.’ You shouldn’t…

6 yr old: Well I just don’t like any of them.

Me: But you can’t say that! You can’t go round saying things like that. Your cousins are… well – ‘brown.’ Aren’t they?

6 yr old: Yeah. But they’re different. I know them.

(NB – It turned out that what he meant was the Pakistani-British boys all knew each other and he found it hard to break into their games. One week later it was “Mum – I always play with the brown boys now and they’re all my best friends!” “Great,” I replied. “But shouldn’t we maybe not use the word ‘brown?'” Only to be corrected by daughter who goes “Well, my auntie always says she would rather be called ‘brown’ because that’s the shade she is as she isn’t the colour of black or of Pakistani. And calling someone a ‘Paki’ is just nasty and upsets people and like… has gone out with Martin Luther King’s time. Or whatever. Although…I heard someone say ‘that Paki shop’ the other day. But there were old and a bit stupid so you can forgive ’em”)

Scene 5 – Our kitchen. Children sharing out coloured sweets.

10 yr old: I’ve made little piles of the different ones, see? But I’m not having any of the blacks as I hate them…..(thinks)  Oh no!! Did I say something racist, Mum?

6 yr old: It’s okay. I hate the whites. So it all works out fair dunnit?

Got sick of discussing matters of race. So promptly lobbed the bitter lemons back at the grown ups.

Got sick of discussing matters of race. So promptly lobbed the bitter lemons back at the grown ups.

These kind of conversations go on all of the time in most households across the land. And each of these little scenarios were remembered by me – not because the kids said something cute and funny – but because my own reaction felt confused. Blustered. I wanted them to know ‘how we try and say things’ in the adult world. But without doing the whole politically-correct overkill thing on them and without squashing their right to expression and to just be… an innocent little kid.

But sure – there was a bit of me that was thinking ‘Gawd, PLEASE don’t say that in school – will you?’ Even though the school knows us, our background and work etc and probably realise that I don’t stomp around in jackboots of a weekend.

So if I feel like this – with my own family, experiences and interests… how the hell must most other caring and concerned parents feel about what their kids hear, see and say – at this particular moment in time?

I can only remind others (and myself) that all of us – whatever our ethnic or religious background – we are only human if we trot out some ‘corkers’ from time to time. At my Nan’s funeral for example, the Minister said “Edith was the kindest soul ever. Who still clung to what some perceive to be old-fashioned language. But this ‘Blackie Preacher’ knew the love in her heart and the kind of woman that she was, so he never minded the out-moded words.”  And a Pakistani friend told me that on preparing to marry a white woman he was told by his elderly relative “first thing you must do is to teach her to wash her hands properly. If they’re not a muslim, these goras are very dirty.”

So maybe we shouldn’t be panicking and maybe we should be more gentle with the kids and with ourselves. Less of the gut reaction of telling the kids to Zip It (unless they’re calling me a ‘clumsy old tart’ again.) If we are the kind of people who are worried about causing offence then our hearts are already in the right place.

And maybe those of us who genuinley care about this kind of thing are exactly the sort of people who can stop the status quo from worsening. I believe that the attach on Charlie Hebdo was a deliberate act to kick off yet another secular versus religious and racial war.  It didn’t even have as sophisticated an intention as trying to flag up discussions about the freedom of speech. It was an act of contempt and hatred –  spread by psychotic nutters who claim to be religious but who haven’t got a breath of compassion or love left in their bodies. People who are rubbing their hands with glee at the confusion and division that they have created between folk this week and because of whom – hundreds of thousands of more innocent civiliants in the Middle East may well end up losing their lives.*

So let the kids speak. They often make far more sense than the adults do.

*Note the cunning refusal to write ‘muslims’ and ‘non muslims’ there. Because we are all just human beings at the end of the day…


An American Wail? or English Repression?

28 Jul

First of all – I will lay this on the line. Any anti-American vitroil is not welcome here on ‘comments’.  Now, I don’t mind for a minute if you want to lay into USA world foreign policy to date, or the way that the country is managed at present. Or hell – the whole foundation of the country if you like! But the whole point of this rant is that I am very naffed off at something I just heard.

Two women chatting.  Yes. I was earwigging (pretending to work).  They were in their early forties. They were  discussing religion – focussing on Christianity. I smiled to myself at the time because it was a nice, polite chat.  Very much couched in evangelical-christian speak (albeit with a very large dash of liberalism and middle of the road Anglicanism). For those of you who are sane enough NOT to know about such language – it was this kind of thing;

“But at the end of the day, it’s not all about me is it? Its about Glory in the Name of the Lord” etc etc.

Anyway. These two highly intelligent and reasonable women (yes, I have already forgiven their Silly Speak. It’s a free country after all) were chatting away about bland, harmless stuff. Then, one of them said:

“Oh yes. I heard all about that particular initiative from an American who was visiting over here recently. Nice bloke. You know – not your usual irritating American

Now. Is it me – or was I right to be really taken aback by this comment? Not just because the woman came across as being very well educated, informed and she talked all about inclusion and community cohesion.  But I was even more alarmed when I realised that the woman who said this – was a vicar! A Church of England bloody vicar! (Sorry vicar pals – the ‘bloody’ is for effect – not having a go at you all…)

First of all I got annoyed. Like many of my friends (regardless of what country they are from) I abhor some of the crap that the USA has caused/ pre-empted in this world.  Just as I do the crap that the UK/Europe etc has ALSO caused to happen and/or not responded to. But the faults and failings of politicians and the people who voted them in NB*** I am NOT just talking about the USA here**** hardly gives anyone the right to generalise about a whole race/nationality of people.

So I got to thinking about this a bit more (dangerous I know). I don’t mind stereotypes – especially when you can use them for clever, non-harmful amusement. We have them for a reason – and if you are going to use them – use them in a silly, non-offensive way! For example – my husband always accuses me and mine of being vandals and thieves. ‘Watch yer car!’ he calls out to random passers-by who park near our house ‘She’s from Manchester’.  Whereas I always have to explain to him what a ‘library’ is – because he does come from Birmingham after all.

But can you imagine a similar conversation these days between two such educated, devout and well-informed people that use silly stereotypes and which go completely ‘above humour. For example – what if the woman had said  “Yes I learned about that initiative from a chap who was from Pakistan – but he didn’t seem to have any suicide bombs strapped to him” or “He was Irish but he didnt seem to be drunk” or “He was from France but he didn’t smell of onions”….

When I hear things like this – I know that I am in danger of sounding ridiculous, patronising even. The gut reaction is to want to shout over to them “Hey! Missus! Watch your mouth! Some of my best friends are American AND they are a lot more enlightened, clever and empathetic than you are! So ner!”. But of course, that would be a bit pathetic. However,  there is nothing worse than a smug Brit (whose own country pioneered colonialsm and raped and murdered millions of innocent people across the world in the advancement of the UK’s own economic interests) slagging off all citizens of the USA. Because ‘Well. We no longer DO that kind of thing do we?  That is Sooooo Victorian. We leave that to the USA now’…..

I know that I might be sounding a little OTT here (honestly –  I am only foaming at the mouth ever-so-slightly…) but this kind of talk is dangerous. Its no better than the kind of thing I heard too often in southern Africa ‘Ah – he is British – but he is a nice white person’.  Anti-americanism (or any racism-thinly-veiling-a-superiority-complex) breeds hatred, mistrust and feeds knee-jerk reactions of the extreme right; whether they be from the Middle East or the Deep South.


But before you worry that I have TOTALLY lost my sense of humour – I must share one of my favourite scenes with you from ‘Outnumbered’. Okay – it DOES feature an American being the ‘butt of the joke’ but I think it could just as easily be someone from The South of the UK with a really, really posh accent and who is into alternative therapy…. (heh heh)…..


Outnumbered – Episode 5 ‘Welcome to English Repression’

The last time Mum’s sister Auntie Angela came to visit, it all ended in disaster. Now she is back to show off the American therapist she has married….