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Showing posts with label violence. Show all posts
Showing posts with label violence. Show all posts

September 18, 2012

If Everyone Jumps off a Cliff, will You?

This article is yet another addition to the hoard of articles already out there on the film about the Holy Prophet (SAW) and the reaction (often violent) to its premiere. No, I'm not going to talk about how terrible the filmmakers are, or condemn the equally terrible reaction to it. I will however, talk about us, the apparently 'educated' elite who very snootily brush aside the burnings, killing and all-round violence in retaliation to the film as something 'A minority does' and 'We would never do such a thing' and 'We're enlightened and much better than that' and 'Oh, be a dear and pass the Earl Grey dah'ling. I got Jeeves to gather some turnips from the estate. Do forgive me if they're a bit off-colour; bloody peasants are too lazy to put any effort into their well being'.

"Egad! What ruffian dares put me, Sir Harold of Bigsby on this ghastly whats-its-name blog?"
Taken from: http://www.straighterline.com/blog/post.cfm/what-do-rich-people-think-about-online-learning

I put forward the hypothesis that given the right (or wrong, depending on how you see the whole issue) settings and triggers, we, the people who like to think of ourselves as too refined, la di da and above such base acts can be just as shameless and animal-like as the people we so readily condemn as not 'one of us'.
So who exactly are these men (and women) painting the town red (in flames)? Are they all violent psychopaths who start their day with 'Fire, Water, Burn' ringing on their alarm clocks, eat babies for lunch and shoot adorable puppies 'because the Son of Sam tells us to'? Or are they Anarachists? Or highly trained foreign Agent Provocateurs? Or just thugs? No, they're normal people, possibly low-level members of a political party (sprinkled with a few of the above individuals), possibly from a slightly lower income strata, but not low enough to not have access to a working internet connection and hence, this blog. They are on the whole nice, slightly dyspepsic individuals who like Cricket, ice cream and Pakoras. They have hopes, dreams and ambitions like us. They're also very passionate about certain issues, like their Prophet (SAW), the state of the country etc. In fact, they're getting sick and tired of and frustrated with our country's and Ummah's situation and want change. All that frustration is building up in them and is near tipping point. But they're not murderers or arsonists. Then what causes them to go nuts? Do they all just simultaneously go absolutely bonkers and coincidentally meet up in the streets to throw a big tantrum? No, it's those sinister individuals and groups (Read: The Man) up there who charge them up via obscure logic and fiery speeches and direct their anger to a tangible object (like a US Consulate) and convince them that their violence will yield results or at the very least, let them have a good ol' fashioned smashing (pun intended) time adn let it all out. And suddenly, these normal, friendly neighbourhood citizens are transformed into raving lunatics. Why?

What I'm talking about isn't new, it's an extensively studied psychological phenomenon called Herd Mentality. Monkey see, monkey do. It's when we yield to peer pressure. We exhibit much milder forms of this extremism in our taste in clothes, food, vocabulary etc. Of course, since that doesn't affect the world and isn't brought into the limelight by the media, we miss the connection (Unless you're a hipster. Then that fact is paraded by the media and your very existence depends on the fact that you go with the flow of going against the flow, something like Shane McGowan constantly bickering with The Pogues. See what I pulled off there? ;) )
And I say that if everyone else in your group of friends is doing it, so will you. Even if its something as terrible as murder. Except when you do it (God Forbid), you'll be calling it heroic. Remember Abu Ghraib, lynching in the early 20th century in the US, the London Riots? Heck, when the Boston Bruins beat the Vancouver Canucks in the Stanley Cup finals (Ice Hockey), the city of Vancouver pulled a city of Karachi! And at least we riot for lack of electricity and other important stuff! We all like instant gratification. We don't have the patience to see change through to the end. We can't accept the fact that our efforts may not yield fruit in our lifetime, or even at all. We forget that we will get our reward in the afterlife, inshaAllah. And that is because of a lack of patience and faith in Allah SWT.
I'd like to talk about an incident that I witnessed a few years back. It was a football final between my school and another. Both are prestigious schools (despite the jokes we make about them) where we have top students of Karachi enrolled. Anyway, my school was losing and a storm was brewing in the spectators on our side. Things reached fever pitch when a couple of guys on our side filled a bottle with urine and threw it at the other school's spectators. Sure it was just 2 guys but it was really a culmination of our anger and shame. While we all condemned it then, when you hear many people recount that episode now, its with a hint of a smile and fondness and not with overt disgust. Point is, throwing a bottle of urine is something we'd never do or condone any day of the week. But it happened. We become irrational when things heat up.
There's an incident in To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee, where a mob gathers outside the town lawyer's office to lynch a black man. It's a small town so the people who make up the mob are well known to the lawyer, Mr. Atticus Finch. In fact, he's even helped some of them out (one of them being a Mr. Cunningham) and is well respected in the town. The mob is inadvertently diffused by the presence of Atticus' daughter. After the mob disperses, Atticus tells his daughter, 
“A mob's always made up of people, no matter what. Mr. Cunningham was part of a mob last night, but he was still a man. Every mob in every little Southern town is always made up of people you know--doesn't say much for them, does it?"
Phil Zimbardo, an eminent psychologist who has contributed a lot to our knowledge of herd mentality conducted an infamous Stanford Prison Experiment, where:
Twenty-four male students out of 75 were selected to take on randomly assigned roles of prisoners and guards in a mock prison situated in the basement of the Stanford psychology building. The participants adapted to their roles well beyond Zimbardo's expectations, as the guards enforced authoritarian measures and ultimately subjected some of the prisoners to psychological torture. Many of the prisoners passively accepted psychological abuse and, at the request of the guards, readily harassed other prisoners who attempted to prevent it. The experiment even affected Zimbardo himself, who, in his role as the superintendent, permitted the abuse to continue. Two of the prisoners quit the experiment early and the entire experiment was abruptly stopped after only six days. (Source: Wikipedia)
24 males were conditioned to become sadists. And they were university students, just like us. Who's to say that we can't fall into the same trap?
Here's an interesting TED talk (more pertinent to the male gender) by Zimbardo who says that one reason all this violence exists is because of our addiction to being high. And that may lead to 'the demise of guys', as the video is called.
http://www.ted.com/talks/zimchallenge.html

I'd like to conclude with the following:
1. All that violence could also be you. Guard against letting your emotions override reason.
2. Every irrational decision you make, you're edging one step closer to this insanity. And we all are    irrational regularly.
3. If we get a charismatic leader who promises us quick results (Like the all new Ariel that also promises quick results), be wary (By results, I mean anything that makes us feel good, like the feeling that we're united, or that change has begun, not necessarily meeting the objectives we set out to achieve in the first place, in this case, a banning of the film). Germany made that mistake with Hitler.
4. Be strong. Don't let your friends change you for the worse. If you feel they will,  try to change your friends. If you feel you can't do that, change your friends. Trust me, you'll thank me later on.


August 23, 2011

Fear and Loathing in Karachi

I've been meaning to write this for quite a long time, but something or the other, mostly laziness, has kept me from doing so. But events in Karachi over the past few days have spurred me to pen my thoughts. Yesterday, I was coming home from my grandmother's with my parents when my mother piped up, 'Faysal beta, please be careful these days when you go visit your friends (as it's the end of summer, many friends are going back to college abroad, so I've been going around town bidding them adieu). I'm not forbidding you to leave the house, but try to meet them at their homes instead of at restaurants on the street, as 'they're' picking boys up at random who are never heard from again. Just the other day, your uncle was telling me how one of his workers' son was grabbed from the street along with his friends. Alhamdulillah, he escaped but the others weren't as lucky.' Now normally, my mum is quite chill for a mum. I've seen some pretty uptight mums so I'd say mine is the Ferris Bueller of them all. Dad takes our only car to work, so she lets me hop on public buses to go wherever I want (Once you get over the paan spitting, bad BO and filthy seats, it's not that bad really). Sure, she adds her fine print (which mum doesn't?); no bus after dark, Hassan Square is as far as you can go, and not on days when there's trouble in the city (since this is Karachi we're talking about, rule no. 3 keeps me grounded a lot of the time. That and my mum's refusal to let me go abroad for college makes me suspect she has empty nest syndrome (Read: She loves me so much. Awwww). Keeping in mind the mother I've just described, you can understand that I was quite surprised when she put a leash (albeit a thin one) on my city-trotting. At the time I just put it on maternal instinct, but later this incident got me thinking about what's been brewing in this fair city of ours. Let's be clinical about this. Let's put ourselves in the kidnappers' shoes for a bit. Either the kidnappers are serial killers, paedophiles or human traffickers or they have the sole nefarious purpose of instilling terror in the stout hearts of Karachiites for whatever sinister agenda(s). Whatever the cause, it's turned Karachi into a nervous, quaking wreck. And when people get nervous, they start acting irrationally. It is this irrationality that I shall discuss in this article. A quick google search shows that in 4 days 77 people have been killed in the recent spate of violence gripping our fair city. Another search shows that Karachi's population is approximately 13 to 15 million. Let us assume it is 13 mill. Therefore: 77/(4*13000000) = 0.0000015 That means that there are around 1.5 killings for every million people alive per day.1 million is the estimated population of Gulshan-e-Iqbal, a sprawling area. Everyday, max 2 people will get killed here. Out of a million. Factor in the fact that the violence is mainly limited to certain areas of the city only, and the probability decreases even further. There were 6 kidnappings on Tariq Road you say? Sweetie, have you SEEN the sheer number of people in that commercial centre at any given point in time? That means a BIG denominator, while the numerator remains 6. Low probability again. Which puts the problem in perspective doesn't it? In comparison, Tuberculosis is the 3rd biggest killer in Karachi’s slums, well above homicide. Hence, we have more reason to fear germs than terrorists. But I don't see us walking down the street wearing facemasks. Why? Is it because in our minds, bacteria are microscopic, virtually non-existent critters while a terrorist is a gun-toting, big, bad wolf in dire need of a shave? We really haven't changed from when we were kids. We still fall for the 'Bogeyman-will-come-and-eat-you-if you-don't-finish-your-greens' story our grandmothers told us in our childhoods. Now the lion is the terrorist and eating your greens is milling like scared bleating sheep.
  When our relatives and friends abroad or even in other Pakistani cities telephone in panic, saying they just saw that 6 more people died in Karachi and are we OK, don't we laugh it off, telling them not to worry? Where's that composure now? What's interesting is that people in the States think that we have a pig of a time here, that we literally dodge bullets everyday in our efforts to lead normal lives. But we know it's not as bad as they purport. We probably think the same of people in Iraq and Palestine. But ask them what it's like eking out an existence there (I have), and unless they live bang in the centre of a warzone, they'll roll their eyes too. The media plays a big part in this mass hysteria. In order to sell their brand, they only report that which is likely to shock and awe. Telling us how many people did NOT die in Karachi today is bad business for them. If they did that, the news would take a lot longer to deliver. Most of us would switch to the shopping channel. Remember, fear is a powerful tool to keep the masses in line. We won't speak up if we are scared. And that's what 'they' want. Case in point: we still refer to 'them' as 'them'. Can we get more Orwellian than this? To quote Roosevelt, the only thing we have to fear is fear itself. So put on a fresh pair of pants and be empirical about everything. There is comfort in probabilities.
 
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