Outsider


I grew up in Northern Ireland and have been a teacher and lived in England, Ghana, Ireland, Northern Ireland, Malawi, Mexico, Colombia, The United Arab Emirates, Australia, Brunei Darussalam and Malaysia.

These are my memoirs which are arranged chronologically by year. Much is social commentary.

Aside from narrative recount, the style is often anecdotal, aphoristic and ironical. I try to soften the heavy social commentary with humour. Some friends have said I tend to 'rant' at times. I don't deny it! Perhaps it is the Irish in me. I apologise in advance then, if that is your impression too.

I do not intend to stereotype various nationalities but inevitably I will generalise for dramatic effect.

In a globalised multicultural world there is an urgent need to identify and face up to our national idiosyncracies and shortcomings. Nationalism has always seemed to me to be a bogus substitute for a genuine sense of connectedness and community. It is a highly dangerous concept when manipulated by politicians to get citizens to do things that are unpalatable to them-like going to war for instance.

If we don't begin to see ourselves as others perceive us - and not as we would like to see ourselves, then catastrophe looms.

I contend we can be comfortable with our heritage and still be able to criticize and even laugh at ourselves at the same time.


The two are not mutually exclusive.

Outsiders are in a unique position to show us our shortcomings because we simply cannot see them ourselves.

I believe that no culture has found the ideal 'solutions' to the challenges of life. Every culture I have lived in has both positive and disturbing characteristics.

In which cultures do people appear happiest? (notwithstanding natural and man-made disasters such as war and famine)

What question can be more profound than that?

The results may be surprising. In my experience, the happiest cultures were Ghana, Malawi, Mexico and Colombia. At the bottom of the list would be England, Ireland and Australia.

I think we need to learn from each other-not try to 'teach' each other...there is a big difference.

Please send me an E-mail if you would like to comment on anything.


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Sunday, December 13, 2015


Written on Mon, 10 Aug 2015 01:31:59 +0000


Sibling Rivalry


Dreams are not of course literal or logical - they use symbols to represent powerful emotions.

I had a dream last night that I was in a two-man race race which, contrary to my expectation, turned out to be a marathon cross country race. 

I remember my own expectation and that of others was  that I  would not even finish the race. However,  I kept surprising myself and the other taller runner on my right shoulder by havin g the stamina not just to keep going but to actually  keep inching ahead of him. He kept expressing his surprise by whispering his surprise that I was still in the race.

At the end we came to a hill which I recognized as being similar to  the old moat near my home in Ireland and I continued to surprise my self as my stamina held out and  I climbed the moat to the finish and won the race.

But the finish was an anti-climax-as there was no-one there to applaud my win and  my feat remained unacknowledged. Instead of elation I felt disappointment.

When I awoke I  was thinking of Anne Frank's comment..

'People send flowers to you in your grave  when you are dead rather than when you are alive because regret is a stronger emotion than sympathy'

You don't have to be a rocket scientist to see that the marathon  race is a metaphor for life. 

It has left me wondering if the 'finish' for me  is imminent? I sometimes catch myself  wishing it to be so.

Maybe the dream is telling me to expect heaven to be a disappointment!

I think my brother was the taller runner on my right-shoulder?

A suitable metaphor for an estranged elder brother


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