Monday, March 30, 2009

Oh, the Life of the Mind

I am having dinner in Hutch (for those of you who don't know, it's a dining commons) behind a couple who presumably are on a first date. I can't help overhearing their conversation as the guy is practically screaming, and really, the world needs to know about this date because this is the date that many of us have here. Even if this is not a date, it's pretty emblematic of how social interactions are at UChicago.

Let me set the scene: imagine the dining hall at Hogwarts, only instead of floating candles, uncomfortably large oil paintings of past presidents ring the room. Light meanders from three giant chandeliers, and as they are probably almost a hundred years old, the lighting is pretty dim--or romantic.

When I first sat down, the couple was leaning towards each other from across the table. A few minutes after I started eating, the guy began postulating loudly about his theory on bar mitzvahs and functionalism (he is Jewish), and since then, the girl has been slowly leaning back and sinking further and further into her chair, legs crossed, as the guy advances closer and closer towards her.

To add to the excitement, the guy sounds an awful lot like a Chipmunk--only, a self-satisfied, intellectual snob of a Chipmunk. His sentences tend to stray upward in pitch, and he makes awkward hand gestures to emphasize "key points". These mannerisms got pretty out of control when he got to the part about his cousin getting a 57k bar mitzvah. Every once in a while, I could just barely hear an "oh, really?" or "huh, that's interesting" coming from the girl.

As the girl started collecting her trash, the guy made suggestions that they go back to his dorm room to watch a movie "or something." To this, the girl replied, "Oh no thanks, I just started my first class today and you know...I want to keep up with the work and get an early start." To which the guy replied, "Oh yeah, I completely understand. Are you still taking French?" "Yeah..." And then he proceeded to give her a lesson on interrogative sentences and "est-ce que".

Poor girl. Poor us.

Friday, March 27, 2009

Questions about war, murder, genocide, and gratuitous deaths; plus, answers to my own questions

George Clooney and I have an on-again, off-again, one-sided/imaginary relationship. It's been on recently and I have been pretty obsessed with him. Actually, "obsessed" is an understatement--if he knew what percentage of my time and thoughts are devoted to him, he would and should be worried.

Luckily, it has not all been bad/creepy: one of the few productive things that has come out of all this is that in an attempt to become interested in his interests, I have been doing a lot of reading on various humanitarian crises, mainly in Sudan and Myanmar (good starting points: Not On Our Watch and Nicholas Kristof's columns). If you have not devoted entire days to reading about genocidal regimes, and innocent people having their eyes gouged out, and children getting limbs blown off, and gang rapes, and tens of thousands of people starving to death while the international community mostly twiddles their thumbs, some words of advice: have a puppy around or listen to some Disney music, because it's a quick jump from "I'm sad" to "I no longer have the will or desire to live in a world like this."

The more I learn about this stuff, the more incomprehensible everything becomes and the more confused I get (I find this is true of most things). In order to deal, I've formulated a working thesis, and I'm interested to hear how others feel about it: There are some things worth dying for, but there is absolutely nothing that is worth killing for.

When I came across especially heinous atrocities, two questions overwhelm me. First, how can anyone commit these crimes? And second, what kind of people are we (you, me, every single person who is aware in any way of these crimes) such that we are not doing everything we can to stop it? The only answers I have come up with to these two problems are completely inadequate, yet I still feel the need to share them because I have wracked my brains and I really can't come up with anything else.

My response to the first question: I don't think the people doing these horrible things actually understand what they are doing. Clearly they've thought about it to the extent of, "take gun, shoot person" or whatever, and maybe they even think they've got a reason to do it, but I don't think they actually understand the consequences of what they do. I am sure they don't feel the consequences of what they do, because it is unfathomable that a sentient being can come across that kind of suffering and allow it to happen, much less cause it to happen.

When I read about the regimes in Sudan and Myanmar cutting off humanitarian aid to millions of people so that they will slowly die of hunger and thirst and related diseases, I try to imagine what it's like to be a refugee. I fail to do this, because I have no capacity to understand that sort of suffering. The best I can do (and my best is very lame) is to remember some pretty extreme diets I've been on. I know what it's like to be hungry all the time for a long time, and I know how intensely miserable that is, but I know that I got through it because I knew there was food to be eaten at some point in the future and because I did it to myself. How must it feel to know that the awful empty feeling would continue and worsen until the moment you die? To know that starving to death is the best possible thing that could happen to everyone around you?

The regimes and people causing such situations must have never thought about this, and because they haven't, they can allow people to die this way.

As for the people who go around shooting, torturing, raping, disfiguring people, I don't think they think beyond the moment their act is over. I don't think they ever consider how it must be to live with the consequences of their actions--whether it be for the members of the community who witnessed the event, or for the person who has to live with the memory of violation. They know they have a thing to do so they do it, and then they move on to the next horrific thing. Perhaps they do these things because the act itself gives them pleasure, but I refuse to accept the idea that it is the pleasure of their victim's suffering that makes them do it. I don't think this is true because such a realization is so repulsive that it would be debilitating. No one can realize such a thing about themselves and still go on living. They don't really understand the things they're doing or they wouldn't do them.

The very obvious flaw in this reasoning is that if bad people do bad things because they don't realize these things are bad, then just show them how much it sucks to be on the receiving end and people will stop doing bad things. Sometimes, I imagine the UN taking Bashir around Darfur and Chad and showing him the terrible things he's done, and when he realizes how awful he is, he would be overwhelmed with remorse and repent and devote the rest of his life to undoing in some small measure the disaster he created. I imagine diplomats showing videos of mutilated women, of disfigured children, of men with their eyes gouged out being led around by their wives and children, to the leaders in China and the Chinese leaders would break down in tears and stop giving weapons to these horrible regimes. Then I get even more confused because if this is how it should happen, why hasn't it happened, why doesn't it happen?

I have no answer for that.

Which leads me to my second question and my pathetic response: there isn't much that I or the people I know can do about these situations. I don't have much money to give, and even if I could make a sizable contribution to aid-relief organizations, they're being kicked out of the disaster-zones so the money wouldn't make a huge difference anyway. I've taken personality tests for volunteer organizations and failed miserably because I don't have the strength to not become a useless, sobbing, hysterical mess when faced with such intense suffering, so no one will take me as a volunteer. I sign petitions and write messages to people with more power than I do, but I sincerely doubt the utility of those things. I'm probably just making excuses for my inaction, but the money I "have" isn't mine to give away, and the time that I have no one will take. But the thing that really gets me is the people in power--Obama, Clinton, the UN, the EU, Bush, Cheney, Rice--all talk about how awful everything is but let it continue! What have they (other than France) actually done about it? If the whole world agrees that the mess in Darfur and Myanmar and the Congo and all those places is terrible, can the whole fucking world not put a stop to it? Who the hell is Bashir anyway that he can successfully fend off the free world for six years and go on killing people and ruining lives? When your job actually entails international relations and politics and "spreading democracy/peace", what can be more important than putting an end to mass killings?

I don't understand this, probably because my world-view is too simplistic.

This post has degenerated into a rant, but I will shirk responsibility and blame it on the time (4 am) and my strong feelings on these issues. As a result of years of training, I've got to make some sort of effort to tie in my thesis. So I'll end with this: I don't know where life comes from--meiosis/cell division, Mother Nature, God, general cosmic forces, whatever--but I sure know that no human being has ever handed life to another. No person has ever given life, and no person has the right take it away. It doesn't matter how righteous your cause is, it doesn't matter if you are defending the Union or fighting off Nazis. Unless you've got the explicit approval of general biological processes/Nature/God/the Cosmos, if you take what is not yours, you are a thief and a criminal. Even the most monstrous person is still a person, he still has a family, he still has feelings and thoughts. No one short of Jesus Christ is, has been, or will be in a position to judge whether another has a right to live.

Sunday, March 15, 2009

Saturday, March 14, 2009

New beginnings necessitate rambling

I'm all settled in Hyde Park, and tomorrow I go back to LA for a week before coming back for Spring Quarter and (finally!) graduating. With a lot of help from my friends, I've really started to feel at home here, for the first time ever. It's true that the weather sucks, and sometimes when I walk by a homeless person arguing with himself, I still get scared, but this is the place where I am an independent, useful, productive member of society. This is the place where I can be proud of myself.

The last 10 days has made me realize that a lot of my previous dislike of Chicago was a product of me being mad at everything around me for making me feel guilty about being a bad/non student. When it comes down to it, the University of Chicago is a great school: there is a lot of hard work involved, but that's the only way you get smart; not everyone here is drop dead gorgeous, but I'd rather talk to a person than stare at one, anyway. The longer I am here, the more convinced I am that this is where I should be. Thursday night, a friend and I power-walked to her apartment after dinner. It was probably 10 degrees outside (without windchill), and despite the fact that it hurt my lungs and face to talk, I couldn't help telling her how great it was to be with people who can walk faster than some people can jog.

After a year in exile, it is such a relief to be with similar people doing similar things.

A lot of this week has been spent pondering, mostly because my mind wanders when I am reading course packets. One revelation has been about my relationship with my mom (yeah yeah, cliché). I'm starting to understand how intensely she cares, and has always cared, about every aspect of my life. Sometimes when the things she wants me to do are too hard and I am too lazy, I resent her for being nosy and annoying, but I've come to realize that at those times, the fault is mine. It is only after I started doing those hard things that I've appreciated how tiring it must be to push someone forward when that person doesn't want to go, how much dedication and willpower it must take to keep pushing when it's easier let that person fall and just get along. When I think about how long she's done this for me, I am overwhelmed with gratitude, and I hope that I can be capable of loving someone that much.

Some things, however, remain the same. I'm supposed to be studying for a class that I have to make up. It's taught by my (AMAZING!) ba advisor so I absolutely must-have to-WILL finish the work. Unfortunately, I've spent the night eating, blogging, and researching blogging (which basically consisted of reading my friend's blog). Oh well, guess I will be better tomorrow--at least I get points for being sober two Saturday nights in a row in Chicago!