Surviving trolls, extremism and other curses of modern life

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A couple of weeks ago, I was standing on a rain soaked road in France in a Barbour which is not at all waterproof looking at this field. In all truth, I didn’t really connect. It looks pretty unremarkable but the odds are that if I’d been there 600 years earlier I’d have seen the bodies of several thousand French soldiers, 3 days dead, most stripped completely naked by looters from the desperately poor local population after the important stuff had been removed by the English (I bet those clothes lasted some local families a couple of generations). That’s because 600 years (and 3 days) previously we are about as sure as we can be sure of anything in history that the battle of Agincourt was fought on this particular field.20151029_114039

As I understand it, one of the defining aspects of the battle was that the ground became a quagmire. People sank in the mud and suffocated, just as they did 500 years later, a few miles down the road, on the Western Front. Once I heard that it made connecting a little bit easier.

There’s no hint of the carnage that took place there now. There’s a museum, a memorial and not much else. It was a bloodbath and it horrified the people of its time just as the first world war did, just as the deaths of those 60,000,000 victims of the second world war (if you count civilians) did, just as 9.11, 7.7 and last week do.

Those Agincourt deaths are not at the forefront of our consciousness any more. As I said, the area is not far from the fields which comprise what was once, part of the front line in WW1. Likewise, apart from the odd memorial and the war graves you wouldn’t necessarily understand the horror of war from what’s there now. Although the bucolic peace belies the truth, farmers are still killed and injured every year by unexploded ordnance buried under the tranquil landscape. They will be for some time. Things are not always as they seem.

Maybe, as wars pass out of living memory, they cease to be so real to us. How do we keep remembering, understanding?

When I grew up there were plenty of people around who had fought in the second world war and still some who had fought in the first. It was in their consciousness at all times, and so it was in ours.

As they die out there is one experience in my life that I begin to value more and more. An RS lesson I was given when I was about 17. It comprised my A level set, three of us, the teacher and a visiting Bishop. He was about 70, Mark Greene his name was, and he was sitting on a rickety arm chair which tipped up, dumping him onto the floor. I remember that. I particularly remember our poor teacher’s flustered efforts to help him up and his calm, unfazed reassurances that he was fine.

But what I really remember about that lesson was the story he told us. At the end of the war he was with a detachment of forces in Germany and on the day it was liberated, he was the 20th allied soldier to walk into Belsen.

We didn’t know that’s what he was, of course, I’m not sure the teacher even did. I don’t even remember how it cropped up. There’s a bit of a memory gap between the chair incident and it suddenly hitting me, very forcefully that this man was telling us what it was like to walk into a death camp for the first time, when you hadn’t realised they existed, when you didn’t understand, first hand, what human beings were capable of doing to one another, or at least, in an era when the general consensus of opinion was that we’d evolved past all that.

He proceeded to tell us about the experience. What he felt, smelled and saw. I have seen videos of what was there since which cast a whole new light on his words and made his understated, calm description of the facts all the more powerful. He wasn’t ’emotional’ as he described it. He cried no tears. But the strength of feeling in his voice was striking. He avoided emotional trigger words, he told us about the smell of excrement and rotting bodies but spared the grisly details. He talked about seeing piles of grey sticks and only realising, at second or third glance, that they were people and that some were still alive, just, and moving. I remember thinking that I was hearing about one of the defining moments of the 20th Century from a man who was actually there. I still get goose pimples when I think about it. Mainly because I suspect I am unlikely ever to come so close to history again.

And then Paris last week. And all the absolute tosh that’s been talked on the internet since about religion, and the Muslim faith. We don’t seem to be learning do we?

Aldus Huxley, I think it was Aldus Huxley, said, “Propaganda is the art of convincing one group of people that another group of people is not human.”

One of the defining things about the concentration and death camps was that the victims were stripped of all humanity. They were not to be dignified with a name. They were given a number. Their names were verboten. They all wore the same uniforms. They were as robots. Nothing.

And that’s how you hate. That’s how the Daesh are able to kill the way they do. Because to them a non Daesh child is not a human child. Then again, I’m not sure how the Daesh manage to have kids because as I understand the tenets of their extreme doctrine, their menfolk believe women aren’t human either.

So how do we beat them? Well, turning their victims away, or ‘Closing the UK’s borders until Isis is defeated’ is patently bollocks. Making all Muslims wear an armband, well, yes, Mr Trump, I refer you back to Belsen. We’ve done that before, quite recently and I don’t recall it working out well. You need to have a word with yourself mate.

Someone at church the other day who said there is an easy way to make all these memorials to past battles mean, or continue to mean, something. Give the dead names. Pick one solider, research him, find out who he was. Suddenly they stop being numbers and turn back into people. And after last week, in Paris, I thought that all the more.

It’s very easy to generalise about people, to isolate ourselves, to become ‘them and us’ about practically everything. Now more than ever we seem to be particularly vulnerable to a black and white generalist view of the world which is simply a lie, a fairy story totally removed from the truth which we tell ourselves because we cannot handle the uncertainty of grey.

I can see it in myself. When it popped up in the news recently that Jihadi John had almost certainly been killed in a bombing raid my first instant thought was, ‘serves him bloody well right. You live by the sword you die by the sword.’ But then I thought about it some more. It’s hard to consider someone like Jihadi John as a human being. Really hard. But somewhere he has parents and family who loved him, some might even be anguished by what he has done. Somewhere there might have been a mother, a father, a wife begging him to turn to compassion and humanity again like the family of an addict begging them to forsake the bottle. We are all equal, we are all human. He was a sad pathetic thing, broken inside, but to deny his humanity, however much he seems to have forfeited his right to be seen as human, maybe that is the cause of the trouble.

People like Jihadi John, people like the lads who killed all those people in Paris, probably get off on the feeling of power or that they are physically doing something to make a difference than politics. It’s in our nature to want to change the world. That’s why we’re high achievers in so many ways. Their acts are inhuman so perhaps the only way we can defeat their inhumanity is by holding onto our humanity.

The minute we cease to see your enemy as a human being, you have given in to hate. In my view, if we give into hate, we’re no better than they are. An ability to love and respect others is what sets normal people apart from the extremists. The way to understand the gravity and the evil of war is not to look at the casualty numbers, it’s to remember that they are people. To give them names.

Every now and again, someone special comes along like Jesus, Budda, Mohamed and the like and they try to persuade people to treat each other as they’d like to be treated themselves. It’s ironic, isn’t it, how fast we manage to turn that into intolerance and hatred. If the devil exists, he must be laughing.

If we have a battle cry, perhaps it should be that of Antoine Leiris, whose wife, Helene was killed at the Bataclan.

“I will not give you the gift of hating you.”

It seems to me that, if ever we need to foster a culture of love and tolerance, it’s now.




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13 responses to “Surviving trolls, extremism and other curses of modern life

  1. I’m blogging -ripping this onto my website. If you would rather I didn’t let me know. I’m one hundred percent sure you’re exactly right- Personally, I am an eye for an eye person who knows that isn’t a solution. I’m not strong enough to lay down arms and embrace those that commit atrocities, but yes, I can forgive the followers, often victims of propaganda and fear just as we all are.

    • Thanks for the share. I’m honoured. Although I probably need to introduce a new, it’s probably bollocks but… Tag to file all my political posts under. 🙂

  2. Jemima Pett

    Well said, MT.
    A month or so ago, at the height of the refugee hysteria, I watched an old episode of Who Do You Think You Are?, a programme I have recently become addicted to. Someone (a female actor, possibly Helen Mirren) was trying to find out what happened to her aunts, knowing that they had been left behind when her parents got out of Germany in time. One was traced through to narrow escapes and becoming a refugee, packed in with thousands of other Jews trying to escape to USA from Marseilles, days before France fell. And I looked at the photos, hoping so strongly that she had made it, and thought… so what’s the difference?

    • I talked about that in a comment or possibly a blog post. It struck me the one ended up in Switzerland, the other lost her son and husband in a shooting, her daughter in the camps and survived the Warsaw ghetto. She got a six month visa to see the sister and family in Switzerland, her last living relatives. They tried to extend it and get her leave to remain. It was refused. She killed herself a few days before she was due to go back. That is not compassion. That is not justice. Now, when I read of the camps round Calais, I think of that and I am doubly angry because it seems we’ve learned nothing about caring for one another from the holocaust and the horrors of the last century.



  3. Very well said. Though what happened in Paris was absolutely horrifying, I was equally horrified by the things some of my “friends” posted on Facebook. I understand fear, but we cannot allow fear to lead us to hate. I’ve seen so much hate lately. But I’ve also seen compassion and humanity, and that’s what I choose to surround myself with.

  4. Well said. I love Humans of New York for putting faces and stories to people round the world.

  5. This blog is very helpful and well constructed. I may be biased due to being the author’s cousin. Having said that, it disturbs me that in the name of tolerance and not being seen to “favour one faith over another”, the indifference shown to the Yazidis, the Druze and the Assyrian and Chaldean Christians in the Syrian and subsequent Middle East refugee crisis.
    They are not necessarily in Jordan and Lebanon refugee camps as they would draw attention to themselves to Islamists who want them dead.
    Apparatchiks go into schools lecturing kids about the need to help ethnic minorities. These people are not white, they are Arabs but in their hour of need, where were the UN resolutions? Where were the public demonstrations? Where were the petitions to Downing Street? Answer, zilch. When the moment was staring in their face to prove their credentials to the world, their response was an almight embarrassment.
    So what you might think. Well, they are a historical link to Christianity (Assyrians/Chaldeans) as they are direct descendants of the first Christians. Some of them speak Aramaic, which Jesus spoke.
    Next time someone sets up a trendy hashtag, follow it up with tangible activism, not passive indifference.

    • I think there’s a lot of indifference being shown to many victims of extremism across the world. This particular post is in reply to a backlash that I noticed, on the internet, against Syrian refugees generally and you make a great point here, that they are of all faiths, so the idiocy of the post Paris anti-Muslim backlash is even more ironic than it first appears.

      My Mum and Dad went to Syria a while back. They went to one of the oldest Christian towns there and listened to an old man reciting the Lord’s Prayer in Aramaic. They met lots of people from different faiths and backgrounds and the amazing thing was that despite the Assad regime being a dictatorship, the different faiths got on. Well. But then it’s likely there are very few Syrians in Syrian ISIS. They’re probably from elsewhere.



  6. Well said, Mary. I really appreciate your stance and I loved reading your post. It is such a shame we, as humans, can’t progress and learn from history. War has never solved anything. May love and acceptance of difference prosper.

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