Spiral wrote: ↑Sat Jun 04, 2022 12:37 am
I've noticed elwa has replied, but I was going to jump in the conversation, 2 Bee Holed, so here's what I was thinking about saying in response to your posts above.
Not to speak on anyone's behalf, but I think the point elwa might be making (and I'm sure he'll correct me if I'm wrong, apologies if so) is that it can seem a bit odd for people from the NW to become so emotionally invested in upholding a totem whose function, it is argued on this thread, serves to remind the country of its own so-called national history, when the actual unexpurgated history of the country is one of an aristocratic class — the monarchy, nobles, perpetually drunk landed gentry, and in more modern times the newly re-branded aristocracy to be found in every corner of the Square Mile, the City of London — this incestuous class of psychopaths has only ever used the actual people who have lived in the NW and other places outside of the quasi-pomerium of London/the South/SE England, as pawns: as
things to be exploited for political or material gain, out of vanity, ambition, survival, or religious zeal. And it is worth remembering that it has been this way since forever. Every concession, every right, all the dignities we have, were
fought for by normal people, and not bequeathed to us by an aristocracy.
Sorry, just seen this… bang on Spiral.
It seems to me as though the value in drawing attention to southern domination of the north throughout history is in prompting people to ponder questions like, "does this institution serve us? on what authority does it claim sovereignty? is it as benignant as it presents itself?" These are important questions any human being with self-respect ought to ask, in any country, under any political system, at any time, the past, the present or the future, and they ought to be asked incessantly. As a sentient creature with an innate drive to freedom and power, how do you reconcile a person having power over you?
People watch military parades and have a bit of a gathering and a sing-song and they feel like they're friends with everyone else doing it, and some folks go so far as to self-insert themselves into the Second World War films they watched when they were growing up, heroically imagine themselves fighting the baddies; and the images and symbols around us in everyday life, the ubiquitous and inescapable everyday nudges which make people think about nationality: the images printed on money, flags, statues, monuments, the machinations of parliament which we see in the news on a daily basis; the rousing anthems which evoke patriotic emotions (a phenomena which owes less to the truth of the narratives found in those anthems and more to the human capacity to be moved into apprehending harmonic resonance as sublime) — from childhood all of these things plant into one's mind a gallery of images and ideas which are carefully curated and framed and presented as being 'patriotic' by a ruling class for whom this picture of life is enormously convenient; and for reasons that seem inexplicable to me beyond the possibility that millions are docile in the literal sense of the word, people happily enter into covenant with and wed their own identity to the very institution, the very class of people who for centuries have used small-folk, proles, plebs like us as little more than a means to an end.