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People I meet, the effect upon me of my early life or the ward and. I live in, or the nation. The latest dates, discoveries, inventions, societies, authors old and new. My dinner, dress, associates, looks, compliments, dues. The real or fancied indifference of some man or woman I love. The sickness of one of my folks or of myself, or ill doing or loss. Battles, the horrors of fratricidal war, the fever of doubtful news. These come to me days and nights and go from me again. But they are not the Me myself. Apart from the pulling and hauling stands what I am. Stands amused, complacent, compassionating, idle, unitary. Looks down, is erect, or bends an arm on an impalpable certain rest. Looking with side curved head curious what will come next. Both in and out of the game and watching and wondering at it. Backward I see in my own days where I sweated through fog with. I have no mockings or arguments, I witness and wait. I believe in you my soul, the other I am must not abase itself to you. And you must not be abased to the other. Loafe with me on the grass, loose the stop from your throat. Not words, not music or rhyme I want, not custom or lecture, not. Only the lull I like, the hum of your valved voice. I mind how once we lay such a transparent summer morning. How you settled your head athwart my hips and gently turnd over upon me. And parted the shirt from my bosom bone, and plunged your tongue. And reachd till you felt my beard, and reachd till you held my feet. Swiftly arose and spread around me the peace and knowledge that pass. And I know that the hand of God is the promise of my own. And I know that the spirit of God is the brother of my own. And that all the men ever born are also my brothers, and the women. And that a kelson of the creation is love. And limitless are leaves stiff or drooping in the fields. And brown ants in the little wells beneath them. And mossy scabs of the worm fence, heapd stones, elder, mullein and. A child said What is the grass How could I answer the child I do not know what it is any more than he. I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful green. Or I guess it is the handkerchief of the Lord. A scented gift and remembrancer designedly dropt. Bearing the owners name someway in the corners, that we may see. Whose Or I guess the grass is itself a child, the produced babe of the vegetation. Or I guess it is a uniform hieroglyphic. And it means, Sprouting alike in broad zones and narrow zones. Growing among black folks as among white. Kanuck, Tuckahoe, Congressman, Cuff, I give them the same, I. And now it seems to me the beautiful uncut hair of graves. Tenderly will I use you curling grass. It may be you transpire from the breasts of young men. It may be if I had known them I would have loved them. It may be you are from old people, or from offspring taken soon out. And here you are the mothers laps. This grass is very dark to be from the white heads of old mothers. Darker than the colorless beards of old men. Dark to come from under the faint red roofs of mouths. O I perceive after all so many uttering tongues. And I perceive they do not come from the roofs of mouths for nothing. I wish I could translate the hints about the dead young men and women. And the hints about old men and mothers, and the offspring taken. What do you think has become of the young and old men And what do you think has become of the women and children They are alive and well somewhere. The smallest sprout shows there is really no death. And if ever there was it led forward life, and does not wait at the. And ceasd the moment life appeard. All goes onward and outward, nothing collapses. And to die is different from what any one supposed, and luckier. First we call them insects the prelude to horror. Posted. April 2. 6, 2. When Sudanese president Omar al Bashir described the leadership of the worlds newest nation, South Sudan, as insects last week, a shiver went down my spine. The main goal should be liberation from these insects and to get rid of them once and for all, God willing, Bashir reportedly raged during a rally at his headquarters, after conflict over the Heglig oil fields. Its unclear whether the Sudanese could be on the brink of war, but rewind to Rwanda in 1. In the lead up to the horrifying genocide of that year, Hutus described their rival Tutsis as inyenzi or cockroaches to be hunted and eliminated. Various hunting metaphors became popular, such as guhiga to hunt to chase, kwihisha to stalk and gushorera to herd wild animals together, according to anthropologist Charles Mironko. What followed was one of the most brutal massacres of the 2. In a matter of months, over 8. Rwandans were killed, the majority of them Tutsis and including 3. Machetes were the weapon of choice, and with neighbours slaughtering neighbours, the country resembled a human abattoir. A generation of surviving Rwandans many children at the time still wear the scars of those machetes on the back of their heads. Their skin is a living shrine to an unforgotten trauma. Incitement is a hallmark of genocide, and it may be a prerequisite for it, wrote Susan Benesch a decade later. Benesch now heads up the World Policy Institutes Dangerous Speech on the Road to Mass Violence Project. Each modern case of genocide has been preceded by a propaganda campaign transmitted via mass media and directed by a handful of political leaders. It begins with dehumanisation, and the defining of an other. An insect, a cockroach, a germ, a pest, a snake, a crow all these have been used as incitements to violence in the genocides of the last century in Bosnia, Germany, and Rwanda. The psychological dynamics of dehumanisation have been well documented. In 1. 97. 1, acclaimed psychologist Philip Zimbardo conducted his now infamous Stanford prison experiment. In a basement of his university campus, students signed up to play the roles of prison guards and prisoners. The experiment was to last two weeks, with Zimbardo playing the role of prison superintendent, but the plug was pulled after just six days. Zimbardo describes what resulted as an ecology of dehumanisation, with prison guards subjecting their subordinate inmates to psychological abuses they couldnt have imagined themselves doing as civilians, and inmates suffering great distress. Zimbardo says he had created a hell in paradise a real life Lord of the Flies. Its unlikely such a study would pass an ethics committee today, and Zimbardo concedes it was wrong of him to try to play both roles the pretend prison head and the lead researcher responsible. Nevertheless, the Stanford experiment remains a defining one in the annals of human nature research. Any of us could be seduced to cross that line between good and evil. Most people are good people most of the time and wed like to believe that we always are, and we never could cross that line, Zimbardo told me in a 2. But most people under specified conditions where theres dehumanisation at work, anonymity, diffusion of responsibility can be drawn across that line and do things they could never imagine themselves usually doing. This week, photos released of American soldiers posing with the severed legs of an Afghan suicide bomber remind us of this again. Its no coincidence that Zimbardo served as an expert witness in the Abu Ghraib scandal, in which photos of American soldiers with Iraqi prisoners in various humiliating poses sparked international controversy. Theres nothing new about this sort of gruesome mistreatment of the imprisoned or grisly trophies taken from the dead during times of war. Military historian Tom Lewis, documenting the reality of war in his new book Lethality in Combat A Study of the True Nature of Battle, reminds us of many similar scenes the severed heads of combatants have long been paraded victoriously on bayonets. But disembodied and de identified, the enemy becomes sub human, allowing the fight to continue without the messy emotional entanglement of brothers and sisters, fellow homo sapiens, recognising each others humanity across battle lines. Zimbardos brethren Stanley Milgram both grew up and were school mates in New Yorks Bronx in 1. Under the direction of a scientist, study subjects gave electric shocks of increasing intensity to people despite their yells of pain the people receiving the shocks were actors, and the shocks werent real but the research subjects didnt know that. Both experiments are often cited as demonstrating a certain inevitability to the fallibility of human nature in compromised settings. After all, these are scientists telling us certain innate, immutable truths about ourselves, yesGood apples in bad barrels do rotten things, as Zimbardo sees it. Under the guiding hand of an ethically moribund figure of authority, we become scared and subservient, our personal values become fluid in the face of power, and the magnetic arm of our moral compass is left spinning in the wind. Or is it Should we allow ourselves to submit to such a shakeable view of our capacity to conduct good deeds and resist bad ones, even in a climate of fear After decades of studying humans at their worst, Zimbardo has recently turned his attention to how heroism works, with the launch of the Heroic Imagination Project an effort to challenge the fatalistic conclusion of his famous experiment. The projects mission is to encourage and empower individuals to take heroic action during critical moments, and to successfully initiate positive change in their own lives as well as that of their community and society as a whole. Too often we see these sorts of atrocities as being remote from our own better selves geographically, culturally and psychologically. Ezdrummer Full Crack. But the antecedents of such events can be witnessed closer to home in our own workplaces, homes and streets. Earlier this month, a Melbourne woman was attacked at knifepoint on Fitzroys busy Johnston Street. She told The Age I saw some young people across the road so I went over to ask them for help. They said they did hear my scream but they didnt make sense of it. It was incredibly shocking because you dont expect to be grabbed at 9 oclock at night in a public place and have nobody come either. Again, the history of psychology research might offer an explanation with the so called bystander effect, initially described after the famous case of Kitty Genovese. Kitty was a young woman murdered near her home in New York, with witnesses reportedly ignoring her screams although the exact details of what happened have since been disputed. Its understandable that people become paralysed by their own fear in such situations the fear they might not make it home to their own families that night if they intervene that they may end up maimed themselves that the bully might turn on us. But that fear can serve to diminish us and dilute the courage of our convictions.