A few things came together for me in the past few days which made me think about what I thought; why I sometimes choose not to express my thoughts; why I sometimes feel sensitive and defensive about what I think; what do I fear will happen if I am truly open and candid, and how it relates to who I am, that is, my sense of identity, what is my ‘self’?
I think it begins very early. We are brought up to distinguish between ‘wrong’ and ‘right’ and we are rewarded for being right. Sometimes if we are wrong, or do something wrong, we are punished. So, the fear of getting something wrong, of being ‘in the wrong’, develops from infancy.
Two books I have been reading, and two conversations recently, as well as some work in my analysis all seemed to come together. The conversations began on Sunday. The previous day I had seen the ‘Women in Revolt’ exhibition, with my daughter, at the Tate. I liked it. It stirred up some feelings and memories when I looked at the photographs of the women supporting the miners, or the Greenham Common protests, and the snaps from various punk concerts and venues. I recalled that it tended to produce some contemptuous harrumphing in my home when it came on the early evening news.
I liked the exhibition, not least because it made me get in touch with a period of adolescence, but also for reminding me of a time of forming political and social views. Back then, with the confidence of youth, perhaps that should be ‘arrogance of youth’, I had little doubt that my opinions were ‘right’; they also tended to be ‘Right’. I did not expect to have to defend them, but was sure that I could.
My Sunday conversation was with one of my fellow training candidates, who told me she had seen it too, and I was lazily assuming that she would have enjoyed it, but I was taken aback by the vehemence of her response. To be fair, it was not the content that she objected to, but the way the exhibition had been curated, but I was surprised. Not that it was a difficult conversation and certainly not uncomfortable, which is what this piece is really about.
A couple of days later I was with two Jewish colleagues and friends. The responses to Jonathan Glazer’s acceptance speech at the Academy Awards has garnered a great deal of attention, much of it unfavourable, and was one moment that had started me down this road of thinking about my thoughts, and especially, my willingness to express them. Deep down, am I rather cowardly? Or just conflict-avoidant, or more generously, thoughtfully trying not to offend? I did not think it was really about not offending, it was about avoiding a Glazer-outcome of being attacked.
These two gentlemen comprised an Israeli, who has lived here for a handful of years and did his three years of military service when in Israel. The other, might be characterised as a representative of the diaspora. Good English public school education, and a mixed Arab and European background. They started to talk about Gaza, then about Israel, the West Bank, many of the historic events post-1948, what ‘self-defence’ meant, colonisation, rights, entitlement. I listened intently and with fascination.
What was striking was that though they disagreed, and the passion in their responses, was the fact that they kept talking. I thought at one point that one of them might get up and walk away. I think about how I might have responded. In Stephen Frosh’s book “Anti-Semitism and Racism”, he writes about Jewish culture and a particular capacity for debate, discourse, dialogue. He suggests that the Torah is riddled with ambiguity, precisely so that it generates debate. The importance of arguing over points of history, of law, is fundamental to co-existence.
We were interrupted by someone wanting the room we had been in, and so we walked on. Despite the contra-opinions and the vehemence with which they had been expressed, we did not part, but all went and had a cup of tea together. It was only then that I joined the conversation. I said how I admired their determination to go on talking. That things were not reduced to personal insults and antipathies. I explained that since the Hamas atrocity of October 7, I have tried very hard to read as much as possible, to educate myself about the politics and the history of the region. As well as Frosh, I have read Jacqueline Rose, Susan Neiman, and Adam Schatz and I feel that I have educated myself sufficiently to be able to express an opinion. However, I had not wanted to. Why?
I think it was because I did not want to be seen by either of my colleagues to be taking sides, one against the other. So, it was not about the subject of the debate, it was about my fear of being aligned, and more unimpressively, the thought that it might lead to me being attacked. Perhaps I thought that Jewish voices have priority over mine in this debate, but more likely it was my anxiety of drawing attention to myself, to my opinions, and of fearing that if I was attacked, that I was not sufficiently well-armed, by intellect and associations, to fight back.
It comes up in my analysis. I find ‘free associating’ quite difficult. What gets in the way of “saying whatever comes to mind” is my inner authority figure, censoring and policing what I have to say. What do I fear? What can I say? Words have power. With misuse, they become weaponry. What do I avoid? Scorn, attacks, contempt, ostracisation, perhaps. Some of my friends tease me about my ‘wokery’, but that does not feel threatening. What I think I fear, when I take care over choosing what I want to share, is to avoid being wounded.
I attended a brilliant meeting recently with Alessandra Lemma, reading a paper to our psychoanalytic association’s Scientific Committee. It was about use of photographic images in therapy. Much of her work in the past couple of decades has been with transgender youths, and she was talking about the “natal body” and what photographic images do to, and for, the psyches of young people working through the pain of thinking that they might have been born into the “wrong body”. I thought about her, when she had said that writing about her experiences, and doing the work she has done, required the armour to deal with the sure knowledge that she would be vilified, “from all sides”.
I sometimes discuss the various trans debates with my children. One has a very developed sense of thinking around these issues, two tend to regard their sibling as “attention seeking” and perhaps with a misdirected focus on what they think are more important issues. Lemma, full of poise and demonstrating empathy, analysis and intellect gave a superb example of expressing and holding views that are likely to lead to attacks. She is so much more advanced down the road I am thinking about – candour, empathy, honesty, expression. I admired her a great deal.
I think this is one of the reasons that I love theatre and cinema so much. I can let artists speak for me and then decide whether I appreciate or share their sentiments. Seeing plays like ‘Grenfell’, or ‘For Black Boys who have considered Suicide when the Hue gets too Heavy‘, last year, helped me shape my thinking, about minorities, injustices and oppression. Recently, watching ‘Nye’ helped me think about the importance and significance of the welfare state and the NHS in a way I would once have let go by. The revival of ‘far-right’ movements and attitudes is brilliantly captured in the subversive ‘Nachtland’, or the imaginative ‘‘Merchant of Venice, 1936‘ and ‘Cable Street’. Thinking about mistreatment of Jews, and then about Jewish oppression, and being able to form robust views that I could share with men like my two colleagues, is what I am trying to consider.
Religion was one of those topics I was discouraged from opining about when I was younger. In truth I learned little and would have been hard-pressed to debate. Apart from the murderous clashes of the extremists who claim to represent their faiths, most religious fervour and debate is more muted these days and in many people, like me, it arouses little by way of emotion. However, I am reading Iain McGilchrist’s “Master and His Emissary” at the moment, and concurrently, Dietrich Bonhoeffer’s “Letters from Prison”, and on the same day found myself reading about Luther, Lutherans, Protestantism, and the Reformation.
Bonhoeffer wrote to his parents during his incarceration in 1943 on Reformation Day. He mused upon Luther’s doubts about the value of his work toward the end of his life and wrote “He wanted a real unity of the Church and the West – that is, of the Christian peoples, and the consequence was the disintegration of the Church and of Europe; he wanted ‘freedom of the Christian man’, and the consequence was indifference and licentiousness; he wanted the establishment of a genuine secular social order free from clerical privilege, and the result was insurrection, the Peasants’ War, and soon afterwards the gradual dissolution of all real cohesion and order in society.”
McGilchrist, who develops his left hemisphere overwhelming its ‘master’, the right hemisphere, hypothesis, felt that there was a shift away from metaphor and right hemisphere dominance at the time of the Reformation, and observed that though Luther was a tolerant and conservative figure with a concern for authenticity, and a return to experience, he was a “tragic figure” because his attitude to images in worship and in churches themselves, whilst “balanced and reasonable”, unleashed “forces of destruction that were out of his control, forces which set about destroying the very things he valued, forces against which he inveighed finally without effect”. He catalysed a period of fanaticism which led Erasmus to note about the crowds, “I have seen them return from hearing the sermon, as if inspired by an evil spirit”.
On being misunderstood, or misinterpreted, wilfully or otherwise, McGilchrist writes this about Luther, he decried “the emptiness that results when the outer and inner worlds are divorced. But his followers took it to mean that the outer world was itself empty, and therefore authenticity lay in the inner world alone”. They took to decapitating statues. I found myself thinking about the Colston statue , here in the UK, and especially, of the ‘Christian Right’ in the US, when reading Erasmus’s observation.
One last long quote from McGilchrist, because it made sense to me, and because his academic breadth and depth in his extraordinary book requires he gets all the promotion I can muster:
“There are several ways in which the Reformation anticipated the hermetic self-reflexivity of post-modernism, perfectly expressed in the infinite regress of self-referral within some of the visual images which Koerner examines (pictures which portray the setting in which the picture stands, and contain therefore the picture itself, itself containing a further depiction of the setting, containing an ever smaller version of the picture, etc.) One of Cranach’s masterpieces, discussed by Koerner, is in its self-referentiality the perfect expression of left hemisphere emptiness, and a precursor of post-modernism. There is no longer anything to point to beyond, nothing Other, so it points pointlessly to itself. Rather paradoxically for a movement that began as a revolt against apparently empty structures, it is in fact the structures, not the content, of religion, that come into focus as the content. But such is the fate of those who insist on ‘either/or’, rather than the wisdom of semi-transparency”
This brings me back to my feelings. Why do I feel the need to censor what I say? I think it goes back to the fear of being ‘wrong’, but maybe the thing is about a deeper search for ‘the truth’. I think about so many issues where I feel wary of sharing my opinion, one for risking offence, but two, for fear of having my sense of being right destroyed by someone else. I realise in my vanity I fear ‘losing the argument’.
More McGilchrist, “Whereas for the Enlightenment, and for the workings of the logical left hemisphere, opposites result in a battle which must be won by ‘The Truth’, for the Romantics, and for the right hemisphere, it is the coming together of opposites into a fruitful union that forms the basis not only of everything we find beautiful, but of truth itself”. Perhaps, I am mentally structured as a Romantic?
Opening a conversation with “I am not convinced I am right about this, and I look forward to hearing the contra views, but this is how things have formed in my mind thus far” – thereby inviting opinion, but not setting up something adversarial, is a possible way to approach this. Seeking synthesis. A desire to be educated. A way of overcoming a fear of being ignorant, or worse bigoted, and thoughtless. I want to be better at this. I recall my polarised thinking in 2016, regarding Brexit, and I regret not thinking harder about why anyone might have a different view to mine. I was amongst the worst of Remainers for being dismissive and patronising towards Leavers.
I recall the thought that to understand something means to be able to explain it, to teach it to another, and I sense that my reluctance on many issues is that I am not confident that I could explain or teach them to another. I would then be exposed for having built an idea-set that, in truth, I could not defend. But the issue is my need to defend. Perhaps if I saw my opinions less as the vulnerable castle, and more as an open space where listening better to alternative views would allow something better to be built in common…or is that rather idealistic and too hopeful?
Anyway, what if I am wrong? The sun will rise again…