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Blog EntryBird in the MouthSep 10, '07 1:11 PM
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This sounded so familiar...

In the papers today, I was reading that France has finally decided to enforce a law. That law pertains to the ban on hunting and eating ortolans.

An ortolan is a songbird which French restaurants used to drown in brandy, roast whole and serve up as a “barbaric delicacy”, to be eaten in a mouthful, bones and all, with one’s head under a napkin to spare other diners the disgustingly messy sight. Well.

The point is that the population of ortolans were plummeting, in part because no less than thirty thousand were being eaten every year; so the French government finally declared that restaurateurs serving these birds would be fined and jailed for repeat offences.

What did this do? It raised an outcry; the French government was “trampling on French culture.” Apart from the predictable claim that it was all a lie, ortolans weren’t endangered.

Personally, I’m offended by the very idea of crunching up a songbird whole and swallowing it, offended on all levels. Such a small bird isn’t an efficient food by any stretch of the imagination; it’s morally indefensible to take wild birds and eat them; and the claim that it’s not endangered is so predictable and so mendacious that I didn’t even have to check figures to reject that as a valid point.

But, still, the point stands: at what point are we justified in trampling on people’s cultures?

Not far from here is the state of Nagaland, which holds an annual Hornbill Festival. Hornbills, for those who don’t know, are a group of bird species with huge hollow beaks. These beaks were used traditionally by the Naga tribes to make headdresses. Naturally, the birds didn’t donate their beaks willingly and grow new ones; they had to be killed for them. As is usual with most tribal societies, till fairly recent times the people had found a modus vivendi with the natural world: they would kill hornbills, but never so many that the population would drop below replenishment levels. Fine.

Of course, these days the population has exploded, the environment is polluted, and the hornbills are threatened birds – and they are still hunted for their beaks. It’s culture, you see, and at least in India, you can get away with anything – child marriage, honour killings, anything – so long as you utter the magic word culture. As far as I know there was a suggestion that the natural beak headdresses be substituted by plastic ones. I don’t know if it was adopted.

Now, please, bear with me while I make a little point: suppose that the Naga people (who till the nineteenth century were actually headhunters, but who had given that up – and that had been part of their culture as well) had actually not polluted their environment and hunted hornbills to the brink of extinction. Suppose they had kept the understanding with the natural world intact. Fine? But then suppose the rest of the world had carried on as it has, and hornbills were sliding to extinction everywhere else. Could we be justified in allowing the Nagas then to preserve their cultural imperatives by continuing to kill hornbills? Would they not have a legitimate grievance if – because they alone have been careful and considerate – they are ordered to give up what they have been doing for hundreds of years? Do you get my point?

This word culture, personally, is something I don’t trust. It seems to me to be a catch all to justify whatever disgusting or illegal practice one wants to get away with. I do, however, recognise that there are aspects of it that are important, if only to prevent all of us from beginning to look and act the same.

It’s just that those differences might include headhunting, murdering eloping couples, or eating ortolans, and to some people continuing to do these things might be more important than what common sense might suggest.  

     

    

Blog EntryCultural trends in judicial murderMay 20, '07 10:23 PM
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As a follow on from this post, I was wondering about the possible cultural influences on how people in various parts of the world went about executing their fellow humans.

 

The Athenians, those enlightened liberals, forced their victims to swallow hemlock; the Aztecs cut the hearts out of their victims, a nice way of going about it – poison versus screams and blood and gore.

 

The Semites were big on stoning people to death, and I think the more fanatically religious of them would still love to do it. The Europeans went from crucifixion to burning their victims to decapitation – a progression of increasing “benevolence” I suppose. After all, the agony of burning to death in a few minutes doesn’t compare with being lashed to a cross and left days to die; and having one’s head guillotined off is…humane in comparison.

 

Similar “humaneness” was what, I guess, led to the gas chamber and the electric chair and finally the lethal injection as a means of dispatching people.

 

Here in India, we still use hanging, but only because the Brits said it was painless. It is nothing of the kind, but the Brits said so therefore it is. Otherwise I have no idea how they executed Indians in pre-Muslim times. I doubt if they did; more likely they cut off noses and things as a means of ritually humiliating the transgressor. Sushruta, the ancient plastic surgeon, was a reconstructor of chopped off noses. For us here in Asia, the humiliation of a person and his “loss of face” has always been thought to be a fate worse than death.

 

I doubt if the dead person is any deader either way.  


Blog EntryCulture VultureApr 16, '07 10:04 AM
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Hermann Goering was one of the less repulsive of the Nazis, someone I don’t find quite as easy to dislike as I do the others. One of his comments I treasure: “Whenever I hear the word ‘culture’, I reach for my pistol.” Incidentally, he was a wonderful shot with that pistol, reputedly able to shoot the caps off bottles at thirty metres without touching the bottles themselves.

Now I could spare the word ‘culture’ my attentions, but for the total, appalling, inexcusable rape, murder and mutilation visited upon it by people who should know better, especially here in India. “Culture” for them is a carry all term. It can be interpreted as one wishes, and used to excuse pretty much everything.

Social discrimination on the basis of caste? It’s Indian culture!

Murdering brides for dowry? It’s Indian culture!

Disdain for social responsibilities and hygiene? It’s Indian culture!

Suppressing sexuality? It’s Indian culture!

Thinking we’re better than everyone else? Well, jiminy whiz, it’s Indian culture!

Taking bribes and greasing palms? Believe it or not, that’s Indian culture as well…

The worst offenders are the North Indians, who love to pass off their socially retrograde traditions, including child marriage, the wilful neglect of girl children, polygamy, sex-selective abortion, you name it, all as Indian culture. For the North Indian, of course, North India is India. He (the “she” part of the equation has not the right to have her own opinion) is almost always either ignorant of, or ignores, the world outside North India (a vague place called “Assam”, some “Bambai”, another called “Madras”, and a vague abroad known as “Amrika”, all of which are pretty inconsequential anyway). With only slight differences, this goes even for the educated lot.

I recall attending a “cultural festival” in Lucknow years ago where a tribal troupe from Central India, far better than the rest, was not given the award because they were not “typical of Indian culture.” And the judges were – allegedly – committed and qualified individuals.

Down in the east, we Bengalis, with our kalchaar (the Bengali typically can’t pronounce the hard “u” to save his life) are a national laughing stock. The less said about us the better. Bengalis still worship at the altar of the long dead Rabindranath Tagore, Nobel Laureate in 1911. That’s the last anyone ever heard of Bengali “culture” in real terms. Marathis, in the west of the country, have their similar fixation on the centuries-ago “hero”, their king Shivaji. In the name of these long gone men, Bengalis and Marathis are willing to burn down buildings and vandalise libraries. Just as in the South the Tamils and Kannadas, who literally worship their film actors as gods and goddesses (no, I am not joking) can do when said deities prove they are mortal after all. Some culture.

Let’s, therefore, see some manifestation of Indian “culture”:

We are happy to have foreigners come and gawk at our erotic temple sculpture, but we ban Fashion TV because that is “against Indian culture”.

We’re more than pleased that they should come and pay to visit the (Muslim) Taj Mahal, but we demolish mosques to build temples to fictional god-kings.

We go on about Indian culture being harmed by sex education in schools, yet this is the land of the world’s oldest sex manual, the Kama Sutra.

We keep talking of Indian culture requiring arranged marriages – yet history and traditions are full of people who married for love or did not marry at all.

We - except here in the North East - worship cows and leave them to starve in the street and attack people (I have been attacked numerous times and injured twice) and try to suppress the simple fact that historically Indians ate beef and offered up cows for sacrifice.

We go on about how extramarital relationships are against Indian culture - yet we worship the god Krishna, who allegedly had 16,000 concubines called gopis.

We love to talk about how we revere the old. So –in human terms – old women dumped to beg for a living in Vrindavan or – in material terms – newly excavated temples being taken to pieces for their bricks is also part of Indian culture? Writing graffiti on the walls of the Qutb Minar in Delhi is culture?

The oldest habitation on the subcontinent so far discovered was the Indus Valley Civilisation of about the same antiquity as the Sumerians. These people are of unknown origin, but the Hindu Right were busy trying to prove they were proto-Hindus. Now these people also had extremely high levels of town drainage (covered brick-lined sewers, drainage sumps, the works) and personal hygiene (public and private baths). So these alleged proto-Indians were clean and hygienic. I suppose the current state of India, with garbage dumps in public and unwashed multitudes, urinating in public against walls, is also in accordance with Indian culture?

So let’s demolish Khajuraho, blow up the Taj Mahal, and bulldoze the Indus Valley cities down under again. And let’s impose North Indian social norms, South Indian films, Marathi kings, and Bengali music on us all.

Now that would be Indian culture.


Blog EntryIf this is art, I'm a monkey's uncleDec 24, '06 7:34 AM
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An empty room with the lights going on and off. Decaying elephant dung. Paint thrown on a canvas from a height. Acrylic paintings in garish primaries of goddesses with the faces of deformed pigs. And all this is Art, with a capital A.

What the hell is going on?

Where are the normal painters, the sculptors? Why does a painting or a statue that looks like anything not amount to a hill of beans? Why does one have to be extraordinarily crass, downright offending to the sensibilities, to be called an Artist these days? Why do paintings that look like they were done by a petulant child throwing a tantrum fetch astronomical prices? Why do things no one in their right minds would consider "art" get given awards?

It’s said art should make you think. Well, if a "sculpture" looks like the metal skeleton of a crippled chicken, I don’t know that I’d waste too much thought on that. Unless it sold for half a million dollars. Which is perfectly possible.

When an empty room with flickering lights, or a burnt out bulb, or an anonymous collection of naked people wins an award, the limits of logic have been breached.

Again, what the hell is it with these people? Are they in some sort of conspiracy to take the world for a ride?

Rembrandt van Rijn, where the fuck are you?


Blog EntryThe Plazas are emptyingDec 21, '06 8:52 AM
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"Eh, toro, toro," as the matador said in countles Hollywood movies.

Well, no more.

What animal lovers, schoolchildren, and normal human beings failed to halt is now falling  prey, ironically, to market forces - it costs far too much to hold a corrida nowadays, and far too many people stay away.

Here's an article about the demise of the bullfight:

Bullfighting future in doubt

Madrid, Dec. 20: Bullfighting was facing an uncertain future in Spain yesterday with the announcement that the last bullring in Barcelona is to close after failing to draw enough spectators.

The rising cost of mounting a spectacle that a growing number of Spaniards view as a cruel and unnecessary part of their culture has forced the promoters of the Monumental Plaza de Toros to cut their losses and look for alternatives uses for the ring. The company which owns the bullring admitted that the falling number of spectators meant that it lost more than £16,000 each time it held a bullfight.

The closure next year of the last bullring in Catalonia’s capital city follows that of two others in recent years.

Promoters across Spain have seen their profits fall as it becomes ever-more expensive to stage the events. The Spanish Union of Fighting Bull Breeders estimates that it can cost more than £70,000 to stage a corrida with a big- name bullfighter.

There are 60 major venues used for bullfights in Spain but many are used more for other activities, such as rock concerts, than for corrida. The industry has been hardest hit in Catalonia, in part because of a growing animal rights movement that has sought to ban a sport it considers “a horrible cruelty”.

Two years ago, Barcelona declared itself “an anti-bullfighting city” following a series of public protests and a petition of more than 250,000 Catalan names. Another 38 Catalan municipalities have since followed suit and the Parliament has debated a bill to extend existing animal cruelty laws to include bullfighting.

“Historically, the people of Catalonia have been against cruelty to animals and we are at the forefront of a movement that is gradually growing across Spain,” said Manuel Cases, the director of the animal protection group ADDA.

 

But shouldn't we mourn the passing of what is generally held to be a symbol of Spain, a part of the framework of the culture of the Spanish (and Spanish origin) people and nations?

No.

Despite all the (pardon the pun) bullshit spun by Ernest Hemingway (Death in the Afternoon, and more than a few stories) and later by Dominique Lapierre and Larry Collins (Or I'll Dress You In Mourning) bullfighting has never been other than a brutally cruel, senseless murder of almost defenceless animals.

In order to understand the statement, let's take a look at a typical bullfight. 

(Extracts from the bullfighting article on Wikipedia):

In a traditional corrida, three toreros, also called matadores or, in French, toreadores, each fight two out of a total of six bulls, each of which is at least four years old and weighs up to about 600 kg (with a minimum weight limit of 460 kg for the bullrings of the first degree).

Each matador has six assistants — two picadores ("lancers") mounted on horseback, three banderilleros, and a mozo de espada ("sword servant"). Collectively they comprise a cuadrilla or team of bullfighters. However, the whole crew includes also an ayuda (aide to sword servant) and subalternos (subordinates) including at least two peones (pages, singular peón). The apoderado acts as a manager for the cuadrilla negotiating their tours.

(Remember that each of the three matadors will have the entire above team. There are also a lot of what would be called "stagehands" in theatre. Rather a lot of personnel to kill six bovines.)

To continue:

(T)he bull enters the ring to be tested for ferocity by the matador and banderilleros with the magenta and gold capote, or dress cape...In the first stage, the tercio de varas ("Lances third"), the behavior of the bull is observed by the matador by the way the bull behaves in the arena and how he attacks the capes, when banderilleros play with the bull with their capes.

After this the matador will himself pass the bull around with the cape (it is not red, incidentally. Bulls are colour blind, so it the common theory that they are infuriated by red is incorrect.) All harmless so far, and if it stopped at this level, why, I'd want to watch too. But hold on.

Then two picadores enter the arena, armed with lances or varas. Each is mounted on a heavily padded and blindfolded horse of unusually large stature. The bull is encouraged to attack the horse which is protected by its padding and generally treats the attack with stoic patience. The way the bull charges the horse provides further important clues to the matador on its bravery and persistence. The picador stabs a mound of muscle on the bull's neck, leading to the animal's first loss of blood. If the picador does his job well, the bull will hold its head and horns lower during the following stages of the fight. This makes him slightly less dangerous while enabling the matador to perform the elegant passes of modern bullfighting. More importantly, this tempering of the bull's strength allows the human to take on substantially more risk.

Actually, the horse is only stoical because it has not the slightest way of seeing the bull or knowing what is going on. In the past the horses were not padded and usually lasted one fight before dying of the goring they received. Note that this "pic"-ing is for the purpose of making the bull easier to fight - so much for the "valour" of the corrida.

In the next stage, the tercio de banderillas ("banderillas third"), the three banderilleros each attempt to plant two barbed sticks (banderillas, literally "little flags" as they are decorated with paper in the local colors) on the bull's flanks. These further weaken the enormous ridges of neck and shoulder muscle, which set fighting bulls apart from ordinary cattle, through loss of blood.

Whenever one reads of the corrida in the descriptions of journalists, they always gush about how "balletic" the placement of the banderillas is. In fact, as even the Lapierre Collins duo pointed out, it's an act of gratuitous cruelty that has little to do with

the last chance to correct or fine-tune the charging tendencies of the bull

Anyway, sounds logical, doesn't it? You breed an animal with large shoulder muscles for fighting, and then try and cripple those muscles by blood letting and stabbing. Great logic.

Now we go to the terminal phase. By now the bull, hurt and tired, will probably have marked a territory, called querencia, out for itself in the ring and it will not want to leave that area. In this phase, the tercio de muerte ("death third") 

the matador re-enters the ring alone with a small red cape or muleta in one hand and a sword in the other. Having dedicated the bull to an individual or the whole audience, he uses his cape to attract the bull in a series of passes, both demonstrating his control over it and risking his life by getting especially close to it. The red colour of the cape is a matter of tradition, as bulls are actually colour blind: they attack moving objects.

Well, about that "risking his life", I have a couple of observations to make. First, the bull is a stranger to fighting. Only such bulls are used that, apart from a test at young calfhood for suitability for fighting prowess, have never fought before - and any bull that survives the corrida is murdered quietly, and legally (I read that it was a pope who began that practice) to make sure it would never fight again. So, a bull suddenly finds itself in a place full of pain and blood, run ragged for a cause it cannot understand, not knowing what is its enemy. It would not exactly be all that much of a danger.

Secondly, a common practice is to shave off the tips of the horns. Although this produces an artificially sharpened point, it also destroys the bull's acute sense of its horns and the space around them. A fighting bull is very dependent on that sense for its use of its horns. If they are shaved, it takes several days before that sense returns. Therefore, the bull is even crippled further for the fight.

Thirdly, whereas the actual third phase is supposed top be sing a heavy sword and a heavy muleta, cheating using a wooden sword (except at the death) and light muleta is usual, thus improving odds further for the matador.  

Anyway:

The faena ("work") is the entire performance with the muleta, which is usually broken down into a series of "tandas" or "series". A typical tanda might consist of three to five basic passes and then a finishing touch, or "remate," such as a "pase de pecho," or "pase de desprecio." The faena ends with a final series of passes in which the matador with a muleta attempts to manoeuvre the bull into a position to stab it between the shoulder blades and through the aorta or heart.

The act of thrusting the sword (estoca or estoque) is called an estocada. A clumsy estocada that fails to give a "quick and clean death" will often raise loud protests from the crowd and may ruin the whole performance. If estocada is not successful, the matador must then perform a descabello and cut the bull's spinal cord with a second sword called verdugo, to kill it instantly and spare the animal pain. Although the matador's final blow is usually fatal, it may take the bull some time to die. A coup de grâce is therefore administered by a peón named a puntillero, using a dagger to further pierce the spinal cord. The matador must kill the bull in fifteen minutes after the first muleta pass, at most.

Which means, if at first you don't succeed, try, try again, hack, stab, do what it takes, but finish the animal. If the bull is not killed within fifteen minutes, it is led off to the corral and murdered there at leisure. Only in very exceptional circumstances might an extremely brave bull be spared - but it is never fought again.

So much for the "spectacle" of the Spanish bullfight.

Is there an alternative? Funnily enough, there is. Both the Portuguese and French have developed forms which are different. The Portuguse form is if anything more cowardly than the Spanish, because the bull is not openly killed in the ring (and there is none of the risk of the matador) but quietly assassinated later in the corral; and the animal's horns are not just shaved, but the tips are chopped off.

In the French form, though, there is no blood and no death. The "matador's" aim is to try and pluck a rosette off the bull's horns within a specified time. Skill and courage. No pain, and the bull can fight for years, and not infrequently carry its rossette undefeated. Now that is a bullfight I could appreciate.

As for the rest, I'll back the bull every time.

 

  


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