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.


Outsider


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Wednesday, March 9, 2016

Welcome to Australia!


I'm  sure Leonard Cohen would spend the next couple of years working on this!



  

I wonder if is it only me who feels this way?





I just had to say something...





Welcome to Australia





What is it about white culture? We don't seem to know how to talk to people and make them feel welcome...



I was at a function today organized by a noble white person who wanted to welcome some Brazilians recently  arrived to Australia.



 I  managed to start a few conversations  only to have every one them violently interrupted  by interjections  from  white people with wolf-like expressions and massive rows of false teeth,  determined  not let me finish my sentence.



I looked around and it was happening everywhere: like cannibals they were doing the same thing to each other.

Some conversations were started, interrupted and then restarted: most  were never finished..



The bewildered Brazilians could only  gawp in fascination  as …



the whites moved to the table settling themselves  like a group of Gallahs shouting at  each other and interrupting each other: each  vyeing with the other for dominance of the next utterance: the chorus of interjection and interruption gradually rising in a violent crescendo of raucous cackles and ribald repost 



Paralysed and unable  to participate, the bewildered newbies could only gawp in shock!



Never had they seen such loneliness, such angst, such pain, such denial… dressed up and drenched in such a cacophony of noise. It was truly terrifying!



I escaped and  sat apart in my despair– conspicuous by my rudeness.



Do you want to be part of this? said the noble lady with a  kindly but sheepish look.



‘No’,  I said,  and I furiously wheeled my facebook posts on my phone  in a vain attempt to look as if I had something important to find..



Welcome to Australia!