A personal critique of those who decry “Yellow Fever”

I’ve been thinking a lot about the whole concept of “Yellow Fever” or “Asian fever” for a long time now, and it seems to me that there is a decidedly very negative stereotype of white males who only date Asian women. This is, often enough, justified, but I see no reason to make assume the stereotype automatically; in fact, I think the stereotype wrong more often than right. I’d like to structure this post with a two-part focus: first, with reference to personal experience, what makes many men have “Yellow Fever,” and second, what are the assumptions of those who criticize such men?

I remember the first time I was struck by the beauty of an East Asian woman. I was in the supermarket with my parents, and I was probably around twelve or thirteen. I saw a middle-aged Chinese woman, probably in her late thirties, and I couldn’t get over how absolutely beautiful she was. Although I can’t remember what she looked like now, I can remember how I felt: in total awe.

To this day, I continue to think that young East Asian women are more beautiful than their Caucasian counterparts. They’re more successful with makeup, or lack thereof. If they haven’t had surgery on their eyes, the shapes of their eyes delight other eyes. They dress more stylishly. They don’t sport garish tattoos and excess body piercings. They tend to wear their hair, which is beautifully black, long and straight. It shines in the light. But all of this applies even more to the beauty deficit between middle-aged East Asians and many of their Caucasian counterparts (even though the hair tends to get shorter). It’s not just a matter of makeup and hair. It’s not just a matter of style–and as far as I’m concerned, no one beats East Asian women on style. It’s also a matter of skin. Far too many Caucasian women wear plunging, low-cut tops revealing brutally cracked, sun-scorched skin that looks ripe for cancer. East Asian women, on the other hand, while showing more skin on their legs, usually show less on their chests, but crucially, they take better care of their skin. I’m not referring to skin-whitening creams, which (sadly) many East Asian women use in the mistaken belief that appearing “white” is beautiful. This is a tragic instance of the impact of the colonial and imperialistic reach of Western concepts of beauty. No: I’m talking about basic health: preventing skin cancer and extremely dried skin. Healthy skin just looks a lot better.

So much for looks and beauty.

When I was a teen-age boy, I remember how nasty some of the Caucasian girls could be–both to each other, and to boys they didn’t like. A number were also extremely ditsy, and some were just boring. The Asian girls I knew in high school were completely different: they were polite, and possessed a sense of gravitas that most others didn’t have. I can think of one girl I used to know named Geeda. Geeda was a plain kind of girl who was down-to-earth. She was never rude, and she didn’t plaster herself with too much makeup. But there was something that I respected Geeda for a lot: no matter which class she was in, she was the best. On the Awards Ceremony day at the end of the school year, I remember that a teacher made the comment–in reference to Geeda’s inspirational academic track record–that genius was 10% genetic and 90% hard work, and no one better embodied both natural talent and drive to study than Geeda. This wasn’t a knock on Geeda’s intelligence, though it was a knock on the lack of motivation of many Canadian students who were not Chinese. I don’t really think this will be at all surprising to those who have read Amy Chua’s Battle Hymn of the Tiger Mother. It’s not a racial thing, but a cultural one: education, discipline, hard work, and politeness are valued far more in traditional East Asian cultures than in North American ones. Here in North America, by contrast, we value independence and the flaunting of sex for use in–for instance–marketing.

So if I could say succinctly why I’ve always been more attracted to Asian women than Caucasian ones, I would say it comes down to looks and interest, and I honestly don’t think there’s anything wrong with having a preference in regards to either.

Now, I’d like to move on to what “the experts” say about “Yellow Fever.”

First, the most common complaint is that men who have it want women who are submissive. And I’ll admit that having lived in South Korea for a few years, I certainly have noticed that there are a number of white men who seemingly want Asian wives who will be submissive, and who will overlook their (i.e., the men’s) obvious lack of social skills and basic kindness. These guys are ugly, rude, overbearing, and demanding–and usually sleezy, too. But they’re all in for a shock. The idea that “Asian” women are more “submissive” than their western counterparts is a myth, and in my experience, and that of everyone I know in this position, it’s the women who wear the pants in the home. It’s also been my experience that women from east Asian countries are far more assertive than many white men. They’re lovely, yes, but they’re also as tough as nails, powerful, and smart.

It’s also claimed that these white men are acting as modern-day imperialists and colonialists by seeking, for instance, women through dating websites. But the tables are never turned by these experts. What of the East Asian women who prefer men raised in western cultures? Do they not have a right to their own preferences? Furthermore, do they not have the right to enter dating websites to meet Caucasian men? If a white male dates only white females, no one will call him racist. For me, the kind of person one to whom one is attracted is a matter of personal preference, not public morality.

Furthermore, it’s alleged by the tut-tutting experts that white men with “yellow fever” are projecting their own fantasies of women onto Asian women because they are “different,” and because communicating when language gaps exist becomes harder. But this assumes that Caucasians can’t learn Mandarin, Cantonese, Korean, or Japanese. Far more seriously, it assumes that East Asians–most of whom have been studying English from an early age–can’t communicate in English. It seems to me that in general, East Asian women from overseas countries under the age of about 35 can commonly be quite proficient in English (and many over this age, too). There is also another problem with the assumptions of the so-called experts: the assumption regarding the projection itself. If someone dates a number of people from another culture, he or she is bound to gain some insights into that culture. In other words, the culture won’t be so different eventually. Many men are attracted to, for instance, Chinese culture, first because it’s different from the world of Big Macs and baseball that they grew up with, but also because it’s interesting in its own right. As someone who’s experienced the charm of a lacquered Korean vase, or the pull of an antique Chinese writing desk, or the energy and flow of lines of a design of a dragon from a lunar horoscope, or the excitement of reading the Chuang-Tzu, I can honestly say that I find such culture interesting–no, fascinating. Similarly, I’m amazed at how, to make one comparison, Vancouver in Canada takes decades to build a tiny rapid-transit system with three lines when Seoul has a new line or more every time I go back to visit my wife’s family. On the other hand, if the mere fact of difference were the driving force behind “Yellow Fever,” then the men who have it should really have “anything not tried yet fever.” But pretty much the one thing that everyone agrees on is that “Yellow Fever” is a permanent state.

Another accusation made of those who have “yellow fever” is that they are obsessed with sex, and are merely seeking to manipulate East Asian women into sex. Amazingly, sex is still a difficult topic for people in Puritan-founded North America even today. It’s ironic: in a culture dominated for so long by Madonna’s photo spreads and now Rihanna’s bottom, many in North America are afraid of empowered ordinary women who feel no guilt about being sure of themselves sexually: and I’m referring to East Asian women, again. They are far more socially aware than the moralists of the West give them credit for. To the extent that such generalizations are possible of entire cultures, I think we can admit that East Asian women in intercultural and interracial relationships know what they want, they know what they don’t want, and they feel comfortable with themselves. Meanwhile, the idea that sex and attraction are related can hardly come as a surprise to anyone in the discussion.

Finally, this business about “exoticness” needs to be put to rest once and for all. At least where I am from, Caucasian women are a minority on the streets of the closest major cities.

Excursus: And I’m entirely comfortable with that. For one thing, if I’ve praised East Asian women, now I’d like to praise East Asian men. How many people on your local Downtown East Side (or equivalent) are East Asian men? How many news stories do you read about groups of curb-stomping Asian males beating up or murdering strangers just for laughs? How about East Asian terrorists and fundamentalists? Or how about court cases and prisons? Regardless of where you go in Europe or North America, proportionate to the general populace, Asian males are far less likely to get into trouble than anyone else (Caucasian or otherwise). And that’s just the negative side. On the positive side, to use personal examples, I trust my Chinese doctor, my Japanese watch-repair expert, and my Korean computer repair specialist. I know that these men were raised in cultures that value command of data, mastery of skill, the willingness to serve, and the practice of honesty in commercial transactions.

But back to this business about “exoticness.” I’ve grown up with females who hail from East Asian roots all my life, and frankly, there’s nothing “exotic” about them. Just like most females in North America, they’re fully human, normal people–and there’s millions of them around. What’s so exotic about that? People who make the charge of a fixation on the exotic likely grew up in areas without any reasonable level of multicultural diversity. In other words, what they say reveals something about them, but precious little about anything else. In any case, attraction to difference is not a fixation on exotica.

And now we must come to the very term “Yellow Fever.” The term itself is racist and loaded with prejudice, and not against white men. The very application of the word “yellow” to Chinese, Koreans, and Japanese really does not hold water. If you see East Asians for what they are, and Caucasians for what they are, you’re not going to be seeing a lot of yellow and white, respectively. The coupling of the word “yellow” with the word “fever”–which refers to an unhealthy medical condition–is an unhappy one. The term “yellow fever” is harmful because it draws on racist stereotypes, and frankly, I suspect those who use it are afraid of change, of difference, of the Other. The traditional North American suburban Caucasian race is no longer dominant, and it never will be again–and I’m quite happy about that.

Finally, if a Caucasian, North American man feels attracted much more to females of East Asian extraction than to Caucasian women, what can we say of East Asian men who have exactly the same preference? Let’s take “X,” “Y,” and “Z”–three male friends. These are real people who all live in the multicultural world that is Vancouver. X is Chinese, Y is Korean, and Z is Caucasian. They all have the same preferences in women. In fact, X and Y are not attracted to Caucasian females at all. Do they have “yellow fever”? Or just Z?

In a world of interconnected cultures and races, a world in which it is not only human thought that is quicker than air (as Sophocles put it), but people themselves, in a world of immigration, airplanes, multilateral treaties, multinational companies, in a world in which most women no longer live under religious patriarchies but have legal rights to their own self-determination, the obsession that seeks to criticize what some white males find preferable in the opposite sex is not only silly at best and racist at worst, it’s downright anachronistic.

On the BC NDP Meltdown

After blowing a 20 point lead in the polls the way the Vancouver Canucks can blow a four goal advantage, the BC NDP now has to be asking itself some hard questions. A few days ago, I called on Mr. Dix to resign as party leader, and I certainly think that he needs to do that. But the very fact that Dix was elected leader of the NDP at all speaks to structural issues within the party itself that need reforming if it is to have any chance of forming a government. And it seems to me that the issues are these.

First, the NDP party members themselves made a major mistake when they chose Dix over the much more accomplished and mainstream Mike Farnworth. Mr. Farnworth is widely acknowledged, even by people who don’t vote NDP, as a good man and a good politician who is known for his integrity and his professionalism–certainly the best of the lot that was in power in the nineties. When I heard that he lost the election to become leader of the NDP, I was really quite upset with the NDP members who voted him off the podium.

Choosing Dix over Farnworth wasn’t simply a mistake in terms of the lesser of two good choices, either; the choice amounted to a kind of political suicide, since Dix was the kind of politician that BC voters wouldn’t really warm to. I won’t get into Dix’s reputation (brandished among those on the right of center) as an intellectual lightweight, or into another reputation among his opponents for being untrustworthy–except as regards Memogate. Essentially, Dix backdated a memo in response to the police investigation of Premier Glen Clark, who Dix was serving as his Chief of Staff. That should have warranted criminal charges, and if the police had pressed charges, Dix would today be a convicted felon instead of simply a lost candidate. When I learned this about Dix some weeks ago, even I, who had intended to vote NDP all along, nearly chose to simply not show up at all. The NDP is a party that is supposed to have some attachment to values like social and economic justice, and here was one of their supposed best caught in a clumsy and nefarious attempt at miscarrying justice. The unbelievably obtuse remark by Dix some days ago that he was “only thirty-five at the time” finished him right off, and that’s to say nothing of his last-minute, unprofessional flip on Kinder-Morgan.

Of course, the only reason Dix had won at all was because Carole James had been forced out. Not being an insider (or even a NDP member), I wasn’t privy to what drove her out, but I was dismayed by her personal attacks on party stalwart Jenny Kwan. Clearly, something went wrong within caucus that James wasn’t able to manage. Worse was her inability to persuade BC voters that her party had an economic plan of action for our province.

Then, too, there’s the fact that Moe Sihota, the scandal-plagued former MLA who was booted from cabinet several times, enjoys a powerful position as President of the provincial NDP party. Sihota certainly doesn’t strike me as an evil person (in fact, I rather like his charisma and public persona), but he was known for his unprofessionalism and corruption. As someone who leans centre-left, I found it was not just on Dix’ account that I had to sort of hold my nose when marking my ballot.

So much for the leaders. The party itself needs to decide what it stands for in an era of changing demographics. With each passing year, BC accepts into its land more and more wealthy immigrants who have not been party to our debates about social justice, child poverty, alleviating the burden on the lower middle class, protecting the environment, or the role within the province of the First Nations. These are important issues, but in a world dominated by fears of economic uncertainty, voting for a party with its roots in socialism doesn’t seem like an obvious solution.

Meanwhile, those voters who do have good memories remember how badly the NDP screwed up the economy under Harcourt and Clark (back in the days of Moe Sihota and Adrian Dix!). People remember how the “fast ferries” came in dramatically over-budget and then couldn’t even run without causing environmental damage. The first act of the Liberals after they turfed the NDP from power was to scrap the entire fleet. The only ones who actually benefited from that terrible waste of money were the unionized employees in the shipyards.

And that again is another problem. People like myself, who work in the private sector, have felt (quite justifiably at times) that the NDP is too close not to the cause of labour, but to specific big unions. The non-unionized lower middle class does not want to subsidize “cushy” unionized jobs. It’s a matter of integrity. One could argue that the Liberals have problems of their own in that they are seen as being in the pocket of certain large corporations, but the fact is that the Liberals are seen as better stewards of the economy in a world where, if local corporate taxes are too high, a company can simply move to a jurisdiction with a lower corporate tax rate.

Unfortunately, the NDP’s stance on legalizing marijuana was better known than its specific plans to manage the provincial economy while saying no not only to the Enbridge pipeline (which I thoroughly oppose), but also to Kinder-Morgan (which I am cautiously optimistic about).

In the end, the NDP, like the clumsy Canucks now enjoying their spring golfing, lost because of lack of substance, integrity, and discipline. Going forward, the NDP needs to reevaluate not just how it communicates its message, but its very values. What, in 2013, is the party’s raison d’etre?

A Letter to Mr. Dix

Dear Mr. Dix,

First, I want to thank you for your hard work as a candidate for political office, and for considering the welfare of the environment of BC. It was for environmental reasons that I voted for you, despite some misgivings detailed below.

Unfortunately, while it seems that your values and mine coincide on social and environmental issues, I was not sure as to whether or not I should vote for you given the fact that you had backdated a memo in the days of Glen Clark. When I first learned this some weeks ago, it made me nearly consider voting Liberal. I had expected more integrity from you than that, and as far as I am concerned, you should have been criminally charged. I do believe that you are a pleasant man with some good values, but what you did was illegal (or certainly should have been), and I believe the NDP did itself and the voters of BC a very great disservice by choosing you as leader.

And now I see that while I was courageous enough to go with my heart and vote against Enbridge and vote for a change in government, not enough British Columbians were prepared to do that. I attribute this electoral loss directly to the stain on your record that is Memogate. The subsequent declaration you issued about your taking responsibility for what happened when you were “only thirty-five” did yourself no favours, either.

I will admit that I am about that age now, and there’s no arguing that I have made a fair number of fairly severe errors in my own personal life. None of this relates to the law, though, and that’s what mystifies me about why you thought you would be able to run for Premier.

Mr. Dix, the people of BC have spoken. Despite over a decade of governmental corruption from the provincial Liberals, the voters of BC do not trust you. It is time for you to do the honourable thing and fall on your political sword so as to make room for a better candidate who can actually hope to unseat the Liberals in the next election. (And I think it should be Mike Farnworth.)

I do wish you well. I think you can be proud, in particular, of the campaign you ran, and I certainly think there is a place for you in politics, though perhaps you might more properly belong in activism and education rather than government.

By the way, it was wrong to run Mr. Eby* as a candidate. He’s far, far too fringe. I said that the last time he ran and lost, and the lesson should have been learned then.

Whatever the case, I wish you the best in a role that is suitable for you and your talents outside of your present position as leader of the provincial NDP.

Thank you for your consideration, and best wishes,
Nathan

*Note: I have no particular animosity towards Mr. Eby, and I do not doubt his sincerity or his goodness as a human being; I just think his positions on many matters would do society harm if he were given an opportunity to implement them.


Bonus rant:

The above is a slightly expanded text of the letter I just sent Mr. Dix. I had previously also sent a letter regarding the about-face on Kinder-Morgan. For the record, I believe that this particular pipeline should have been approached on its own merits. I am completely against Enbridge, but probably for Kinder-Morgan, and certainly for Keystone because I believe these pipelines can be safely constructed and maintained with significantly less risk to the environment than the Enbridge pipeline can. In fact, I regard Kinder-Morgan and Keystone as desirable on the grounds that they make it less likely the federal government will ram through Enbridge.

Impressions of Xenophon’s Hellenika

I just finished reading Xenophon’s Hellenika, a military history of ancient Greece from about 411 to 362 BCE. As with Herodotus and Thucydides, I chose to read Xenophon in a Landmark edition. This particular edition was incredibly useful because not onto did it have the usual large number of appendices, but it also featured large selections of the relevant portions of the Oxyrhynchus Historian (dubbed “P,” like the author of large parts of the Pentateuch) and also Diodorus Siculus, both of whom wrote of some of some of the same battles and developments that Xenophon wrote of. Reading two or even three parallel versions of events sheds much light on how Xenophon wrote, and on the events themselves.

Readers of Xenophon, both ancient and modern, have not come to him in isolation. No: probably nearly all of us have first read Herodotus’ The Histories and then Thucydides’ History of the Peloponnesian War. Thucydides likely died before he could finish his work (which is interrupted practically mid-sentence).

Xenophon picks up where Thucydides left off. He then proceeds through the scandalous events following the Athinian victory at Arginousai, the subsequent loss of the entire Athenian fleet at Aigospotamoi some months later and the capitulation of Athens to Sparta that marked the end of the Peloponnesian War. He proceeds beyond, though, right down pretty much to the beginning of the end of the period of Spartan hegemony.

Now it must be said that Xenophon has nowhere near the intellectual rigour or balanced honesty of Thucydides. Where Thucydides can critically if coldly appreciate both Athenian and Spartan military doings, Xenophon writes explicitly with all the warmth of a Spartan partisan. (Background: Thucydides was an Athenian general who was exiled, and he spent considerable time in Sparta. Xenophon actually fought in Spartan armies and hobnobbed with Spartan kings.) Xenophon also falls short of the great historian’s standards when it comes to methodology. Unlike the atheistic Thucydides, the believer Xenophon often has recourse to the supposed will of the god when it comes to interpreting history. On the other hand, Xenophon is probably more entertaining than Thucydides, and I found myself engrossed in the personalities of many of his characters. If I could compare the two historians to newspapers, I would say that where Thucydides is the Daily Telegraph, Xenophon is more like the Daily Mail.

The beauty of the Landmark volume I was using on this read really stands out in how obvious it makes some of Xenophon’s omissions. The editor feels that while Xenophon does not lie (though he could be misled by sources), he suppresses or omits absolutely critical, major events and persons that he has strongly negative feelings about. Thus, for instance, he names the great Theban commander Epamonidas in a battle only several years (and many pages) after the Theban general had decisively defeated Sparta at the battle of Leuctra with an extraordinary battle formation involving a phalanx fifty ranks deep and a picked unit of 150 pairs of homosexual lovers who were considered crack soldiers, a group known as the “sacred band.” Xenophon mentions both the formation and the 300, but omits the name of their general because he does not really like him.

Perhaps one of the most-used phrases in the last two works of ancient Greek history I’ve read is this: “and they set up a trophy and gave the dead back under truce.” This sentence must occur many hundreds of times between Thucydides and Xenophon, and points up the critical importance to the Greeks of proper disposal of the dead. (The failure of the Athenian forces to recover their dead–and some living–soldiers from the naval battle at Arginousai led to the court-martial of the commanding Athenian generals, who were all, and very unjustly–sentenced to execution, despite the greatness of the battle and the presence of a storm that made rescue operations difficult.)

But in Xenophon, there is another refrain: “and they sacrificed.” Xenophon records countless instances of divination by sacrifice, and often notes that the Spartans would not proceed unless the sacrifices were favourable. Xenophon’s friend and benefactor, the Spartan king Agesilaos, is a good example of someone who practices this religiously (in both senses of the word–as a believer and on a regular basis), and Agesilaos is portrayed as a prototypical military leader. In general, Xenophon isn’t in the business of recording Spartan defeats following favourable sacrifices.

Jesus said, “by their fruits ye shall know them,” and if we can take this philosophically, I would say that Thucydides was essentially an atheist, for not only does he recount no miracles, he also gives the gods and their words no place at all in his history. When times are difficult, he will record the fact that “oracle-mongers” gathered about, with oracles to support all sorts of ideas, some of which were mutually exclusive. Similarly, he remarks of a leader in Sicily that he was “overaddicted” to sacrifice before battle. In Thucydides’ version of history, humans are front and centre, warts and all.

Xenophon is different. He’s not a simple-minded polytheist, in a way. My Landmark volume points out that Xenophon was actually a student of Socrates, and he seems to have imbibed from his teacher a sort of religious rationalism. On the other hand, Xenophon is still light-years ahead of any of the biblical historians, for his history, too, is one of tactics, strategy, and character–not strange obsessions over miracles, interracial marriage or the worship of various gods.

Xenophon’s history really makes the ancient wars of the Greeks come alive for me. What made all those soldiers tick? Appeals to honour and glory, certainly, but appeals to money, too. Sparta would not have defeated Athens without Persian money to pay for its ships and mercenary rowers for its fleet. To prevent Sparta from getting too powerful, the Persians sometimes withheld rowers’ pay, or docked their pay. Unpaid men were prone to mutiny, or worse, plundering the houses of allies. Ultimately, Sparta attacked the Persians in Asia Minor, the Athenians tried to make peace with the Persians, and then the Persian king decided it was in everyone’s best interest to have peace between both Athens and Sparta! So many times, the combatants all came to the King of Persia interested in peace, but each time, there was something in the terms of the proposed peace agreement that compelled at least one party to keep fighting its neighbours. It must surely be an irony that while Herodotus recorded an existential threat to the Greek states from two noteworthy Persian kings, Xenophon presents a Persian regime that actually actively sought peace in Greece!

There are some darkly funny moments. It was customary for Sparta and its neighbours not to attack each other during religious festivals. In one case, Argos did not want to be attacked by Sparta, so the citizens decided to hold a religious ceremonial season out of season. The Spartans complained that that was not the time for those rites, and after arguing about it, decided to attack anyways. Similarly, after the treacherous son of Mania, a female satrap, was killed by her son, this miserable excuse for a human being was asked by the Spartan Derkylidas to show him his wealth. When Mania’s son showed the wealth that Mania had gathered, those around who were loyal to her said of the son, “he lies”–meaning that it was not the son’s wealth, but Mania’s. Derkylidas said, “well, don’t worry about the little details”–and then after he had seen what he wanted, despoiled Mania’s son of all his ill-gotten wealth. Perhaps oddest of all was the Klingon-esque attitude of the wives and children of those Spartans who died at the terrible battle of Leuctra–they went around “beaming” and with smiling faces, while those whose husbands survived the battle went around in shame and embarrassment.

A fantastic episode occurs just at the beginning of Book 5. Xenophon, writing of one Teleutas, records the love of his soldiers for him as they garlanded him with flowers upon his leaving station. Xenophon writes:

Now I well know that in narrating these events, I do not record anything about funds expended, dangers confronted, or stratagems employed. And yet, by Zeus, I think it worthwhile for a man to consider what it was that Teleutas had done that so disposed the men he commanded to behave like that. For this is truly an achievement for a man, more worthy of being recorded than spending a great deal of money or encountering many dangers.

Speaking of love, there are a number of instances of homosexual love (usually of men for “boys” in their late teens), but not a single instance of heterosexual love reported. Xenophon, in a way, reminds me of Aristophanes. Something happened in Greece between the time of Aristophanes and the time of Menander that rendered heterosexual love interesting and worthy of celebration. I feel that it was likely the increase in societal status of women, something observable in the late Aristophanean play Ecclesiazusae.

A few more thoughts…

First, Athens capitulated to the Spartans at the end of the war. The Thebans urged the destruction of Athens and the enslavement of its population. Sparta opted to allow Athens to continue as a city, and the Spartan general installed a group of 30 tyrants (“the Thirty”) who instituted a reign of terror that resulted in a considerable bloodbath. They Thirty carried themselves away so much, and were so unjust that they eventually became replaced by a functioning democracy again–which Sparta allowed to exist.

Within just ten years of Athens’ surrender, the city was again a great power, had a large fleet, took in tribute from colonies, and was in a position to institute a second Delian League. Athens even assisted a weakened Sparta in her wars with the rising power of Thebes.

In Greece as a whole, though, all the killing never seemed to stop. The saddest part of the Hellenika is the repeated (and futile) attempts at peace that were taken for granted time and again. Local conflicts within one city even in the most distant parts of Greece could easily draw in not only regional players, but also the larger entities such as Athens, Sparta, and Thebes. The picture is not a pretty one, and Athens’ defeat at Spartan hands occurs only about one third of the way through Xenophon’s Hellenika.

It seems to me that Athens committed more atrocities than Sparta. The votes to exterminate the Melians–presented in Thucydides–and to chop off the right had of every member of a rebellions colony (reported in Xenophon)–these are just two instances of overweening Athenian aggression coupled with a complete loss of moral compass. I think it was a very good thing for humanity’s ethical development that Athens lost the Peloponnesian War, and that it lost to a magnanimous Sparta. (Not that Sparta was much better, of course: Sparta ruled obscenely over its helot-serfs–who could be killed with state approval.) The aftermath of this defeat of Athens produced, of course, not only the Socrates of Xenophon, but also that of Plato, a Socrates who was a moral and intellectual leader easily towers over the likes of Moses, Jesus, or the Buddha. I should be careful of going too far, of course: Euripides was calling Athens to a kinder and more philosophically-examined existence even before the war was over.

Xenophon ends his narrative at the time of a few significant humiliations for the Spartans (which he does not mention, of course). Within two decades, both Athens and Sparta would cease to be major military players as each was swallowed up under the juggernaut that was Alexander’s Macedon. And thus we pass from the Classical Age to that of the Hellenistic one.

I’m grateful for the opportunity to have read Xenophon. Despite the fact that he is a “second-rate” historian compared to Thucydides, he is certainly worthwhile, entertaining, and instructive.

But this is not the end of Xenophon for me. Next up: his Anabasis.

Tulips at the Tulip Festival in Agassiz, BC (2013)

Tulips - red at the Agassiz tulip festival 2

On Sunday my family and I went to the tulip festival in Agassiz, BC. It was the last day of the festival, apparently. I’ve discovered that I would love to go to another tulip festival next year to take more pictures. As often happens when I go somewhere and take pictures, after I got home I realized that there were shots I could have taken, but didn’t. On the positive side, that means that I’ve always got something to look forward to. Anyway, here are a few more from Sunday:

Tulips - purple at the Agassiz tulip festival 2

Tulips - yellow and red at the Agassiz tulip festival 2013

Tulips - purple in rows at the Agassiz tulip festival 2013

Tulips - red at the Agassiz tulip festival

The Croods: A Modern Re-telling of Genesis 3 and Prometheus Bound as they Should Have Been

The Croods with Eep

My wife and I took our son to see a movie the other night: The Croods. I chose the movie based solely on the fact that the poster looked like “Ice Age,” and I assumed my son would like it, even though I was expecting to be bored myself. Which I most certainly was not. “The Croods” is a great children’s movie, and one with enough material for parents and older siblings to be downright enjoyable. But the message of the story is one that is worth hearing and paying attention to.

One of the things I dislike about so many of the reviews–both of books and movies on sites like Wikipedia–is that plot summaries take up most, and sometimes all, of the space. So I’ll dispense with the plot quickly, then, before going on to reflect a little on the movie itself.

Essentially, we have a pre-historic family living in a dangerous environment, where hunting and being hunted are everyday facts of life. The father’s rule #1 is “never not be afraid,” since he sees fear as a tool of survival. Every night, the family listens to him tell a story before climbing on top of him in a “sleep pile.” The father’s name is “Crug,” and his story on this particular night is a fable centered on the virtues of fear and caution.

The problem, of course, is that he has a daughter, Eep, who is searching for something more, and she won’t have any of his “never not be afraid” message, choosing to ignore his story and sleep alone after being reprimanded for climbing higher than the cave to see new sights. Desperate to learn and experience, Eep sneaks out and follows something that has piqued her curiosity–the light thrown by a torch. Eep quickly follows the source of the light, and discovers it to be fire, held by a boy her own age. Eep has never seen fire, but her mind grasps the idea just as quickly and powerfully as her strong body puts the strange boy in a headlock until she figures out what he is. Meanwhile, Eep’s father has discovered her absence from the cave, and afraid lest the same fate should befall her that we saw back in the early scenes of 2001: A Space Odyssey, has followed her with his family. Catching up with her, he orders her back to the cave, is entranced by the sight of the fire held by the boy, “Guy,” and then witnesses the family cave collapsing under a massive pile of earthquake-thrown rock.

Guy explains that the land they have been living on is enduring seismic and volcanic activity that require them to move elsewhere. Grug’s family decide collectively to give the leadership to Guy. Grug realizes that Guy has won the obvious admiration of not only his daughter, but also his wife and the rest of his family. He watches Guy in a flurry of activity make shoes of sorts for all his family (though with an especially impressive and very modern-looking pair of boots for the sexy Eep, representing her worth to him and his feelings for her). Eventually, of course, Grug learns that his daughter’s “curiosity” and Guy’s knowledge will save their family, and in so doing, he shows his family what an unselfish man he is as he hurls them all to safety over a chasm that Guy knew they needed to get across. Having thrown each one, Grug doesn’t know how he can get across himself, and after banging his head a bit, the cave-dwelling hunk of muscle finally comes up with an outrageous idea involving fire, a massive cat-predator turned pet, a skeleton of a dead animal, and flying birds that eat like piranhas. Arriving on the other side, his daughter, who has been in agony due to losing him before she could say how much he means to her, gives him a massive embrace, which they decide to call a “hug” in his honour.

The critical reviews I have read so far often pan the movie for being cliche-ridden or inaccurate about prehistoric plants and animals. For instance, if you’ve seen the relationship between Ariel and her father Triton in The Little Mermaid, you’ll find that aspects of the father-daughter relationship certainly bear strong resemblances to the one in The Croods. But that is less than half the story!

What the negative reviewers seem to have missed, even the one who noted that Eep’s curiosity is actually an important step on the road to evolution, is that Eep is actually Eve–and the movie is the way Eve’s story should have been told. That makes Guy not Adam, but the serpent. Or, to put it another way, Guy is Prometheus and Eep represents us–the people helped with fire, Prometheus’s gift to humankind.

There’s a moment in the movie when Grug discovers that his family would rather listen to the hopeful vision of Guy than his own “stories” they were used to hearing from him–pathetic, unimaginative excuses for narratives that aimed only to inculcate fear, caution, and obedience to his patriarchal authority.

By the end, he learns better, thankfully. And it’s that point that is key. The movie then becomes a meditation on the power of story-telling. Instead of an Eve who is first deceived by a snake and then cursed (and ordered to obey her husband), which is what we have in Genesis chapter 3, we have our new Eve, whose curiosity is a means of both evolution and salvation for the entire human race, and who is physically, emotionally, and intellectually a match for not only her new “guy” but also her patriarchal father. This Eep is not, as a different reviewer said, merely a follower: no, she is a leader.

So the movie has a lot of food for thought, then. But if all that gets lost on the viewer, there’s always the action sequences that elicit the laughter of children, the lively humour that only adults will recognize, and of course the curviness of the heroine’s legs–and the beauty of the brightly-coloured, 3-D screen. When Eep says “look at this!” as she beckons her family towards a new vista, it’s not only her family who are dazzled, but us as viewers, too. We are meant to meditate on, then, the value of both the message and the tone, and not least the technology of our story.

The Croods, then, is a story of hope, change, relationships, and beauty: in short, it’s a story of life and how we ourselves tell that story. Two thumbs up, five stars.

“A Possession for All Time”: Reflections on Thucydides’ “History of the Peloponnesian War”

Thucydides, an Athenian, wrote the history of the war between the Peloponnesians and the Athenians, beginning at the moment that it broke out, and believing that it would be a great war, and more worthy of relation than any that had preceded it. This belief was not without its grounds.”

And thus throwing down the gauntlet, Thucydides led humankind into modernity.

Over the last several weeks, I have been reading, with the greatest of pleasures, Thucydides’ remarkable intellectual tour de force, his History of the Peloponnesian War, a work spanning, if we believe the author, not only the twenty-one years of the war that it covers, but an equal number of years of the author’s own life.

Over the last few weeks, I have kept, as I usually do, notes on the text as I go along. Unlike what I did with Herodotus’ The Histories, I have decided to condense my thoughts and observations this time into a single post, brevity and narrower focus being perhaps justified by the narrowness of Thucydides’ own scope. To get a better appreciation for what Thucydides accomplished in his History of the Peloponnesian War, it is useful to compare him with Herodotus.

Herodotus is usually called “the Father of History.” The English word “history” is itself derived from the Greek word, historia, which meant “learning or knowing by enquiry” [New Shorter Oxford English Dictionary]. Herodotus had begun his work with the following words, rather literally translated:

What follows is a display of the enquiries of Herodotus of Halicarnassus (Landmark Herodotus, citing Gould in a footnote).

The more idiomatic translation given by the Landmark volume main text is:

Herodotus of Halicarnassus here presents his research [historia] so that human events do not fade with time. May the great and wonderful deeds–some brought forth by the Hellenes, others by the barbarians–not go unsung; as well as the causes that led them to make war on each other.

Now anyone who has read Herodotus knows that the key words are “inquiries” and “causes,” for Herodotus is fond of digressions relating to pretty much anything he can discover about strange and foreign peoples. Thus, Herodotus’ The Histories (literally “inquiries”) is really less “history” in our sense and more inquiry–and these inquiries span sociology, geography (including human geography), ethnography, and narrative history. There is a fair amount of the latter, of course, but the work is very wide-ranging.

With Thucydides, we have a far narrower approach. Thucydides begins his work with what is most correctly termed an anthropological overview of the development of primitive Greece, with an emphasis on how different groupings (e.g. Dorians and Ionians) came to be at the time of the writing. For example, he writes:

It is evident that the country now called Hellas [Greece] had in ancient times no settled population; on the contrary, migrations were of frequent occurrence, the several tribes readily abandoning their homes under the pressure of superior numbers. Without commerce, without freedom of communication either by land or by sea, cultivating no more of their territory than the necessities of life required, destitute of capital, never planting their land . . . they cared little about shifting their habitation, and consequently neither built large cities nor attained to any other form of greatness.

Thucydides goes on to show how as population grew due to cultivation, the small space that we now call Greece sent out colonists to distant parts of the Mediterranean. Although he attributes the first navy to the legendary figure of Minos, Thucydides quickly brings his readers into the not-so-recent past, and then goes on from there, beginning with a local matter at Corcyra (modern Corfu) in the Adriatic that quicky drew in both the Aegian Athenian and Spartan powers–and then pretty much every one else in the Greek world as each polis sought to take sides.

The scene, quite frankly, reminds me a very great deal of the system of alliances in Europe prior to the assassination of the Archduke Franz Ferdinand in Sarajevo. Just as that one local event in what we now call Bosnia drew in all the great powers of Europe in a great and utterly unprecedented war that would break several empires, the conflict between local factions in Corcyra–an place not really so far from Bosnia, actually–drew in Sparta and Athens and all their allies. The real issue, of course, wasn’t the particulars of the affair at Corcyra–though Thucydides presents these in detail–but rather–and Thucydides presents this too–Athenian military and economic expansion as well as increased political influence–and Spartan nervousness about these.

For the next several hundred pages, Thucydides’ narrative exclusively deals with three inter-related themes: military matters, including both strategy and tactics, economics, and politics. Not only is Thucydides’ focus far narrower than Herodotus’ encyclopedic inquires were, but he was conscious that his methods were more precise, too. Where Herodotus wrote down pretty much any interesting yarn that he could supply–letting the reader decide its worthiness to be believed as factual–Thucydides formed his theses from personal interviews of interested parties and examination of inscriptions and written documents and presented his arguments to the reader fully-formed.

It must be stated that Thucydides had ample opportunity for accuracy in his writing, for a few reasons. He was a general (stratigos) in the Athenian army, and a prince of Thrace, where he had the right to work the gold and silver mines. Furthermore, after facing defeat early on in the war, Thucydides was banished from Athens, and he lived for many years as an exile in Sparta itself.

One possible effect of Thucydides’ life experiences is the remarkably dispassionate tone which he takes throughout his work. The greatest early historian rarely engages in anything approaching name-calling, and he is even-handed throughout in his treatment of not only each battle and local conflict, but also in terms of his evaluation of the two principle combatants: Athens and Sparta.

This is not to say that Thucydides’ prose is devoid of humanity. On the contrary, the narrative displays great psychological insight into the minds of soldiers on the edge of victory and others who can see defeat coming with despair. He gets inside the minds of conspirators plotting to overthrow democracy by examining their motives. He deplores genocide where it occurs. He praises good men as being fundamentally decent and moral, while occasionally calling others “scoundrels” (a term exceptionally rare in his work, though).

Thucydides also goes further than Herodotus in making the two principal actors into quasi-characters of their own. Thus, the Athenians are “addicted to innovation,” democratic, and given to quickness of action. They value experimentation and quick adaptation, and are masters of the sea. The Spartans, on the other hand, are slow, extremely conservative, and suffer from a surplus of caution, though their military prowess on land is formidable–but vulnerable to the quick-thinking Athenians.

Thucydides’ focus on the war, as stated above, relates primarily to the three fields I mentioned above; economics, politics, and military matters. You can’t have any proper discussion of the last, Thucydides would surely say, if you neglect the first two.

Because Thucydides’ work is above all a military history, I’m going to take the military side of things “as read,” if you don’t mind (shades of Monty Python). Suffice to say, the extended discussions of siege warfare (as exemplified above all by the Spartan and Theban attack on the brave Plataeans), naval warfare (above all, in the harbour at Syracuse), and land warfare (typified in a number of battles, including an early Athenian victory over the Spartans in which surprise and trickery were used) fascinate! Some of the tactical high points for me include the following: the observations about fire signals, the reference to divers sneaking food underwater to the stranded soldiers of Sparta on the island at Pylos, the notes about the Spartans hoisting their ships overland across two isthmuses in order to avoid Athenian fleets, and the narrative relating Plataean tunneling under a Spartan-Theban siege-mound to remove the ground below it so that the mound never grew high enough to assault the Plataean wall. I can certainly see why the History of the Peloponnesian War is required reading in military academies! The book is worth reading on that score alone.

But that is in my opinion a small part of the meaning of Thucydides’ work. After all, it is economics and politics that are really the keys to the narrative. First, the former.

In the aftermath of the Persian war with mainland Greece and the Ionian cities in on the coast of what is now Turkey, Athens was able to liberate from Persian tyranny many cities and islands whom she brought into the Delian league. As time passed, the league became an empire, with much wealth flowing into Athens from her territories, principally Chios, Lesbos, Samos, and Euboea, though there were a great many others. Sparta correctly perceived that the best way to win the war was to cut off the parts of the Athenian empire that made her great and prosperous. Then, too, Sparta also relied on Persian money to finance her fleet. (As it happened, the Persian regime is portrayed as helping the Athenians after helping the Spartans, hoping to play her two dangerous neighbours off against each other, thus keeping them in a perpetual state of weakness.) Other money was obtained by borrowing the considerable sums of money that were to be had in the local temples; in some cases, for instance, statues of deities were melted down and turned into coined money. State coffers, taxes of dependent states, and bounty taken from conquered enemies were sources of income. Paid soldiers and paid rowers were an expense. The public state at Athens paid for the orphans of soldiers killed in the war.

The English word “politics” of course, comes from the Greek word for the local city-state, the polis. And the systems that emerged throughout Greece found a number of expressions, the two most extreme of which were Sparta and Athens. Thucydides took it for granted that readers would be reasonably acquainted with the Spartan system, a system in which Dorian Greeks lived off land worked by their helots, non-Dorian Greek slaves whom it was legal to murder. (In fact, as a rite of passage, young Spartan males were told to go out by night and kill helots on occasion.) Sparta was presided over by two kings, but the real power lay with the Board of Ephors, who were elected by a larger body of older men, known as the gerousia; both of these small bodies held much more power than the fuller citizen’s Assembly (ecclesia, the Greek word that came to be translated of Christian gatherings as “church” much later.

Things were very different at Athens. Foreigners, for one thing, were welcome there. Athens was also a democracy, and she often allied herself with revolutionary movements representing “the many” as opposed to the oligarchic “few.” As Athens would ally herself with revolutionaries in the various cities of the Greek world, Sparta would ally itself with the local oligarchies.

Athenian democracy was sloppy and unpredictable, but very human. Thucydides relates the story of how the Athenians decided to exterminate an entire city of Mytilene . The next day, one of their leaders proposed that they vote on the matter again. Thucydides preserves, apparently, the speeches of those who spoke for and against the motion. On the one side, it was argued that if the Athenians let the Mytilenians go unpunished for revolting, then her other tributaries would also revolt. It might have been wrong for Athens to take her empire, one Cleon argued, but letting it go would be fatal. Against this, his opponent Diodotus argued that it was in Athens’ best interest to earn revenue off living Mytilenians, and further argued that the death penalty was not a sufficient deterrent to rebellion or crime. Cleon expressed his frustration in democracy as an institution at this point. (Thucydides explicitly says in another context that Cleon preferred war as a means of distracting his fellow Athenians from prosecuting him for various alleged offenses.) After the debate finished, it was moved to send a ship to overtake the first (charged with exterminating the town in question) with orders to belay the genocide that was to have occurred. Thucydides adds a little romance and suspense by relating how the Athenians told the rowers to take their provisions while they rowed, and to row all night, with promises of bonuses if they overtook the first ship, which did indeed happen, since the first ship sailed slowly, her sailors not at all relishing their orders to kill every male in the city.

On the other hand, Athenian democracy was responsible for the over-reaching expedition to Sicily that ended in total disaster, an event that turned the tide of war in Sparta’s favour. Then, too, good Athenian generals like Nicias feared to make prudent decisions knowing that the Athenians were very unforgiving of their wartime leaders.

When I was younger, I always imagined that the Spartans were the “bad guys,” and the Athenians were the “good guys.” Reading Thucydides disabused me of this notion. The History of the Poloponnesian War clearly shows that the Athenians not only were given to bouts of anger and pique, but actually carried out cold-blooded genocide on occasion. This happened to the Melians, and Thucydides preserves, in the famous “Melian dialogue,” the negotiations between Athens and Melos before the latter suffered the same fate. The Athenians informed the Melians that they, being a strong city, had power to make demands from the weaker one, in this case Melos, since

Right is only in question between equals in power, while the strong do what they can and the weak do what they must.

After the Melians argued that they did not want subservience to Athens, but preferred neutrality in the war, the Athenians attacked them, and taking the city by treachery, slaughtered every male in it.

The History of the Peloponnesian War is often characterized as being associated with those who advocate “realpolitik” in foreign policy. American “paleocons” and the likes of Henry Kissinger are still associated with it. The amorality of state decisions not on the basis of right but of might and self-interest are also routinely traced to Thucydides in Western political thought.

I think this is an extremely serious misreading of Thucydides’ work. When I read the History of the Pelopponesian War, what strikes me is Thucydides’ humanity, his preference for mercy over vengeance, and certainly mercy over proactive neutralization of enemies when genocide is involved. I do not at all think that we should identify the Athenian heralds’ words to the Melians as even remotely indicative of Thucydides’ own opinions–particularly after Thucydides’ obvious preference for Diodotus over Cleon in Book 3.

Thucydides offers sober reflections on war, too. When the Spartans first decide to go to war with Athens, one of their older speakers (I believe it was one of their two kings), argued that the young, who do not know the horrors of war, should listen to their elders before launching too quickly into another one. Then, too, our historian describes many occasions when the war between Athens and Sparta could have terminated in peace treaties that were reasonable and humane–but were scuttled by either warmongers or by mutual distrust and misunderstandings.

Unfortunately, Thucydides’ work is unfinished–the text breaks off more or less in mid-sentence, apparently, and the speculation is that the author did not live to finish his narrative. Despite this disappointment, the refined “inquiry” that constitutes the tightly-focused narrative History of the Pelopponesian War is quite clearly, like the author had hoped, a “possession for all time.”* ** ***


*As I read Thucydides’ work, I couldn’t help thinking about the geopolitical situation in the South China Sea. I actually tend to see China in terms similar to Sparta. China, like Sparta, has been in the last few decades very slow to war–unlike the quick Americans (paralleling the Athenians). It is also a great land power–again, like Sparta. It has a tendency to be inward looking, unlike America, where foreigners are welcome to study and do business, something that perhaps contributes to America’s own happy “addiction to innovation.” Finally, American naval and air power also back up an empire of sorts, the chief difference being that Puerto Rico, Hawaii, Alaska, and Guam are not itching for independence. But China, like Sparta, is moving slowly, if decisively and methodically, to reduce American influence on her south and eastern fronts while America, like Athens before her–wearies herself in conflicts all around the globe (the morality of which is beside the question for the moment, since the question is how America can sustain its economy like this). Furthermore, China, like Sparta, has been slowly building up her navy. And of course, China is an oligarchy while America is a democracy. It would not be prudent to stretch the similarities too far, but I believe, like Niall Ferguson, that the twenty-first century belongs to a determined China. Better start learning your Mandarin!

**There was one more thing I really want to say. The Athens that lost the war to Sparta was allowed by Sparta to rebuild itself. That Athens, a chastened one, is the city that produced the full flowering of philosophy in the Academy headed by Plato. I wonder if a victorious Athens could have produced the same Plato. Perhaps defeat was good for the moral bearings of the city.

***What makes Thucydides’ work a triumph of the human spirit for me is the fact that myth, legend, and divinity are, for the most part, thrown completely out the window. One looks in vain for signs that Thucydides’ was a believer in any kind of god. For one raised on the “historiography” that produced the likes of Kings, Chronicles, and Matthew, reading Thucydides was both romantic, heroic, and joyful. Here is a work that–while biblical writers were busy condemning gays, women, and people who didn’t believe in Yahway or his King in Jerusalem–discusses what makes economies tick, what makes for good government, and what makes for good behavior in war. Thus, Thucydides is remarkable not only for his formidable focus on military, political, and economic matters, but also just as much for the human-centric focus on it which excludes so much religious bile and nonsense.


Up next: the rest of the story, as told by Xenophon.

Why I Believe Passionately that Gay Rights Are Human Rights

Like many people who grew up in fundamentalist upbringings, I was once biased against homosexuals. Words like “abomination,” “abhorrence,” “perversion,” and “wickedness” and most certainly”hell” were the words that came to my mind if I thought about “homosexuality,” steeped as I was in biblical imagery and argument. But, if I may turn St. Paul (he of the “catamites are going to hell”) on his head, now I am a man and have put away childish things (I. Corinthians 13).*

My journey away from what is too lightly glossed as “homophobia” began when I was coming back from (or going to–I can’t quite remember) Israel, where I once volunteered for three weeks on an archaeological dig directed by Dr. Amnon ben-Tor of the Hebrew University of Jerusalem. That was a pivotal time for me. Under the influence of a Scottish student of Assyriology, who was assigned to the same spot of the dig that I was, I began to seriously re-think my belief in hell and in creationism. “Why,” my Scottish friend said, “do you accept the findings of archaeology to about 5000 BC or so, but not before?”

It was a fair question, and it really got me thinking.

Anyway, I believe it was on the way back to Canada that I had a truly abominably long wait in Heathrow Airport in London. A fellow whom I’d seen on the airplane from Tel-Aviv to London came up to me while I was killing 14 hours in the airport. He had short hair, like me, and also like me, had hearing aids. He spoke to me in Hebrew. “I’m sorry,” I answered, “I don’t understand modern Hebrew.” It was his turn to apologize. “I’m sorry,” he said to me, “the hearing impaired community is rather small, and I thought you were someone I used to know.”

What I took to be a clumsy pick-up line wasn’t going to work in the way he might have wanted it, but it did begin the process of making me a better and fuller human being. I decided that since we had nothing better to do during our long stay in Heathrow, we should each lunch together.

“He might have AIDS,” I thought to myself, “I should be careful not to let him spit by accident on my salad.” But that just made me want to be brave and hear this young gay Israeli’s side of things more over a shared meal. He was obviously a pleasant and intelligent person, and I presumably was also, I thought, so why shouldn’t we eat together? At least, I wanted to be intellectually charitable to him as my hero, C.S. Lewis was to his implied opponents on many occasions in his writings.

My new friend told me about his Palestinian boyfriend. He told me that he loved his boyfriend very much, but that it was hard for them because of the situation in Israel; basically, their families wouldn’t let them see each other if they knew the truth. At that point, I realized that the most powerful solution to the Palestinian-Israeli problem would actually be for both sides to be full of gay people in loving relationships with each other.

So gays were capable of deep love for each other. My church, my parents, and most of all, my Bible (which I had read cover to cover in grade two, and which I was studying in Hebrew and Greek in a private Christian university) had never told me that. I was shocked and perplexed, but intrigued, too.

As my Caesar salad finally disappeared off my plate, I congratulated myself on my bravery in going against the pressure of my church tradition in actually being with and listening to a gay person. And I mean that “being with” literally, because, quite frankly, simply spending time with out of the closet gay people wasn’t something fundamentalist Christians did when I was in my early twenties.

After a while, my belief in a literal Hell fell off. What a relief that was! Then, my fear of gays changing school curriula with books like “Asha’s Mums” fell off, too. These were real, beautiful people, not enemies to be feared. Eventually, my whole intellectual house of cards that was my personal theological system fell apart, and what remained of me began to pick up the pieces. Eventually, I learned to make good friendships, and oddly enough, many of these were with gay men (though in some cases for religious reasons they weren’t prepared to admit it).

As I have grown older, I have tried to think in a consciously philosophical vein about the meaning of life since the old Westminster Catechism (“Man’s chief end is to fear God and enjoy him forever”) no longer held either persuasiveness or relevance. I have settled on the following values as critical to my sense of who I am and what it really means to be human: the exercise of creativity and freedom, the practice of relating to others in meaningful ways, and the recognition and enjoyment of beauty.

You will note that there is nothing I admire about the idea of “submission” to an idea of God that is constructed by bearded men in religious garb. And quite frankly, it is these people who are the real enemies of humanity. These are men who think up the most monstrous ideas, call them “God,” and then use them to bludgeon others and stunt the growth of their children’s spirits. It is these bearded teachers of the law and writings written centuries ago, before the advent of science, psychology, or the dispassionate study of religion who are the greatest danger to our world today. Without, they threaten terrorism and nuclear war, but within, they carry out their jihad against the human heart and mind. They also enslave the women in their families, and it has become obvious to me with the passing of time that there is a deep and vital connection between respect for “gay rights” and respect for women and their rights.

Against the black-and-white-garbed, self-appointed prophets and teachers of the law stand the bright optimists of many colours, women and men who have taken the rainbow for their banner. Diversity and acceptance, humor and intelligence are their hallmarks. I have been privileged to know many, many people who are gay. If I may be permitted to generalize about them, I would say that they are highly educated, extremely professional, and delightfully funny! They are also compassionate. If the whole point of religion is to teach that God is love, than these people are practicing the best religion right in the here and now. And thank “God” they are!

Since I am a man, the picture at the top of this blog page shows something that would be anathema to most mental cave-dwelling crusaders who think that God hates faggots. Pink cherry blossoms. I am a man, but I like the blossoms, and I like taking pictures of them. Gay people have taught me to be more fully human by–to use a cliche–drawing on my “feminine side.” It’s not that people have male and female attributes, of course, but rather that our society has trained us to think in certain ways, excluding certain interests or behaviors from one gender as being proper only to the other one. It’s our loss, but only until we accept that we have many colours inside of us, many attributes to create within ourselves with which to recognize beauty and relate to others. My interest in flower photography, for example, would not have been possible to me 25 years ago, but it is a significant part of my life now.

Jesus said that leaven lightens the loaf, and salt gives food its flavor. I’m profoundly grateful to the gay men and women I’ve met who have been the leaven and salt in my life, people who have helped me to become a fuller human being. The least I can do is to give back by publicly posting the story of how I came to believe that what we foolishly and narrowly term “gay rights” are really human rights. We deny these rights at the peril of our species, but in fulfilling them, we become divine.

Dedicated above all to an anonymous Israeli who ate with me in London, and to Lee, David, Anthony, and Erez, my friends and heroes.

–Nathan Richard Bauman


*Oddly enough, there was one meaningful eye-opening childhood experience that my parents not only allowed me to have, but encouraged: the watching of the weekly segment of the CBC News interviews with “Dr. Peter,” a gay man from Vancouver who was dying of AIDS. “Dr. Peter” was a medical doctor, and even my parents liked him for his essential goodness and sincerity. Today, the Dr. Peter Centre treats people suffering from AIDS, and is an important part of the community of the city of Vancouver, an example of enlightened compassion for fellow human beings.

In which the Castle of the Blue Knights Preserved Its Freedom

Once upon a time there was a castle in which lived the Blue Knights. Suddenly, out of the blue, a horde of Black Dragon Knights and their allies and mercenaries attacked them. They ran at the gate, where there was a ferocious battle…

Assault on the gate 2

View from the wall 2

Attack at the gate

Black Dragon archers assaulting the castle of the Blue Knights

…including the use, of course, of a covered battering ram…

The battering ram of the Black Dragon forces

The hard-pressed Blue knights defended themselves, waiting for their own allies to arrive before it was too late. But would the looked-for arrival of the Red Knights bring sufficient relief?

The Blue Knights defend themselves from their castle wall (detail)

The Red Knights did arrive, but in numbers that were too few, as they were having troubles of their own with the Foresters. The battle waged furiously…

The castle of the Blue Knights being attacked by the Black Dragon forces and their allies 2

The castle of the Blue Knights being attacked by the Black Dragon forces and their allies

Fortunately, unbeknownst to the army of the Black Dragon knights, their king was being escorted to the battle site in chains and under guard by a crack group of special forces loyal to the Blue Knight monarch only. In only a few moments, the embattled forces of the Blue and Red banners would be free thanks to this dangerous hostage-taking…

The kidnapped king