Taboos. Remember them? They were things our society
used to have. It’s true that some of them can look fairly silly in
retrospect. I know a wee boy who did that and his eyes stayed that way.
If you do that, you’ll go blind.
When there are no taboos, society's foundations begin
to crumble
Their dark wisdom was never explained. ‘Keep your hand
on your ha’penny’. ‘Don’t ever speak to your mother like that’. They
were simply passed down to you by your elders like tribal law, extracts
from some oral manual for living. How they had been arrived at was lost
somewhere in the mysterious past, dead voices speaking: ‘Respect your
elders. The man will check you’.
Not now he won’t, it seems. I noticed a picture on the
front page of the Daily Star last week on a news stand. It was
captioned: ‘Essex wife Jodie shows her class’. It gave us the
aforementioned Jodie standing with a grinning man who was pulling up her
very short skirt. She was smiling delightedly for the camera. What she
was showing was her backside in a G-string. This is class? Showing your
bum in public is no longer forbidden, apparently. All right, it’s hardly
the end of civilisation as we know it but a little more of the dark,
primal force is drained from the Tongan word Captain Cook brought back
with him from his travels.
Taboos. Who needs them anyway? A taboo is an acquired
characteristic, the experience of the tribe turned into that peculiarly
human paradox: a learned instinct. It is something worse than illegal.
It suggests something that is a crime against the forces of life, a
forbidden act which, if you perform it, will leave you outcast in some
way not just from society but from nature itself.
‘Taboos made life mysterious and our awareness of the
mysteriousness of life gave us a respect for it’
I can understand the impulse for breaking taboos. But,
as we do it, we should remember what was important about them. They
taught us, beyond their apparent immediate irrelevance, an attitude to
experience. They made life mysterious and our awareness of the
mysteriousness of life gave us a respect for it. But that kind of
respect is largely dependent on agreed attitudes that gave rise to the
taboos in the first place. When those agreed attitudes are lost, as
seems widely to be the case in contemporary society, the sense of what
is forbidden is lost as well. When the small taboos are broken, the
foundation they gave to the bigger taboos crumbles.
Last week’s Scotland on Sunday carried a news story by
Kizzy Taylor which made me wonder where the death of taboos has brought
us. It told of the increasing incidence of children beating up their
mothers. One victim spoke of her 12-year-old son’s first attack: "It was
very painful. Eventually his frenzy wore itself out. I was covered in
bruises, but I was so shocked I didn’t feel it at first. I assumed it
was a one-off outburst, but I was so wrong. My beautiful baby boy had
turned into a 6ft bully, who swore in my face, trashed our home and came
at me with anything that was to hand. I knew he was hurting inside and
that he felt insecure but it didn’t make it any easier to control."
Where are we? This woman’s experience is apparently
far from unique. It is becoming steadily more common. Organisations such
as Parentline Scotland and Tulip (Together United Living in Peace) are
helping serious numbers of parents who have been abused by their
children — and the victims are men as well as women. The perpetrators
are girls as well as boys. The standard initial response from parents
who find they have been rearing an aggressive fifth column in their own
house seems to be one of guilt. They blame themselves for failing their
children. Given the increasing frequency of this phenomenon across
disparate social groups, I think we have to use a wider lens to get any
kind of just perspective on the causes. Parenting is to a large extent a
process of mediation between the anarchic impulses of the child and the
established values of the society in which he or she is growing up. For
that parenting to be effective, therefore, it has to have a clear sense
of what those values are.
Our present culture provides no such clarity of
vision. It offers no consistent set of values to which parents can
relate, no universally accepted network of assumptions by which one
family is significantly connected to another. Such principles as we have
are a pick’n’mix of vaguely liberal attitudes. Serve yourself. The
result is that there is no remotely authoritative guidance on how we
should live within society.
In fact, authority itself, no matter how much accrued
experience it may be based on, has become a discredited concept. Last
week the Fife branch of the Scottish Secondary Teachers’ Association
published a report which indicated the contemptuous and contemptible
treatment to which teachers can be subjected these days. Sexually
motivated abuse is commonplace. The district secretary of the Fife
branch, Margaret Smith, made this comment: "The threat of rape is pretty
rare but it is not at all unusual for sexual comments to be made to
female staff. It’s a frightening picture."
It is a dangerously disorientated culture where pupils
abuse their teachers and children chastise their parents and parents
have taken to hiring coaches to teach them how to bring up a family.
What had been thought of as immemorial certitudes are atomising all
around us. In place of what we thought was the gathered wisdom of the
past, we have constantly changing theories to intimidate us even further
out of our instincts. If the trend continues as it’s going, we may soon
be taking lessons not just in how to be parents but in how to be people.
The changing nature of the times is often cited as the
reason for the confusion of contemporary society, with reference to
factors like the fragmentation of the extended family and the subversive
influence of the electronic media. These no doubt play a part, but I
think we underestimate the extent to which contemporary thought has been
quite willfully making society over into its own dishevelled image. The
Victorians had humanism, which at least gave its society coherent
meaning, one which was dynamic with belief in values like social
progress. We have post-modernism, which admits of no values which are
not relative. It is western thought performing a postmortem on its own
significance, suicide by autopsy.
Organisations such as Parentline and Tulip may validly
help individual families. But the root of the malaise is beyond their
reach. It lies in the fact that a society like ours disinherits its
youth from the humanly meaningful fulfilment of themselves. It cheapens
their dreams and narrows their potential. It turns teenage rebellion
into no more than a self-lacerating tantrum. At least taboos suggested a
meaning in things, however obscure. People who attack the source of
their being are in effect vandalising their own lives, perhaps because
they see no meaningful purpose to which they can be put.
By Willaim McIlvanney
11 June 2003
http://news.scotsman.com/columnists.cfm?id=635432003
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