It’s difficult this, isn’t it? On the one hand we have a petition set up by someone in the Department of Work and Pensions who want convicted looters to be stripped of all benefits. Clearly, this is not an official Government mandate, and yet, as far as I can see (11 Aug 2011) the DWP has not distanced itself from the petition. Regardless of the sense of the petition, it is a chaotic precedent.
And then there’s the video of the slight Chinese boy with bleeding head and broken jaw in foetal position on a bridge in Barking being robbed by passers-by pretending to help him to his feet. Earlier today I watched other people watching it and decided I did not want to watch it after their faces crinkled with revulsion. Revulsion is the word. Instinctive recoil away from the big white lad in the baseball cap who takes the phone or games console or whatever it is from the injured lad’s rucksack while the big black lad segues smoothly from helping the fallen boy up to holding his arms. I feel soiled watching it.
The revulsion we feel is Natural. It is Nature in us recoiling from the Unnatural. The Predator, the Flyer’s Mind, the Impostor, the Implant, the Virus, Demon, Devil. The mechanism evolved by generations of darkness, trauma, abuse.
But we must go beyond revulsion. We must exercise compassion for this big white lad and big black lad? Why? Because to hate them, curse them, wish upon them some Saudi-esque punishment of blindfolds and stones and shallow graves is to pour oil on the fire that burns but gives no light. Perhaps you will carry your stones in your hand and throw them instinctively at the next big white lad in a baseball cap you meet. Another leap of lightless flame.
Start with the onlookers. Watch the body language and you will see they are all afraid of big white lad. Perhaps The Mechanism blocks out Revulsion, but they know in their hearts that what they are witnessing, facilitating, is wrong. About as wrong as it gets. A dreadful perversion of the Good Samaritan. An archetype stained.
I am not asking you to love these unfortunates. I am not asking for compassion for the perpetrators at the expense of compassion for the victim. I am not even asking for the Saudi-esque sentence to be stayed.
Beheading or stoning or walking away scott free makes no difference. True Justice lies in the simple Newtonian mechanics of Karma. Every action is met with an equal and opposite reaction. Big white lad’s Mechanism must be drop forged steel. Zero tolerance. Perhaps no Revulsion for him this lifetime. Just at its end, the regret, terrible remorse, a million times more terrible in its uselessness, of perverting the archetypal deed – helping the injured. The banishment of our Revolted faces points the way. Down. Only Down. Thicker and darker and heavier until such point where existence collapses – even drop forged demons.
Big white lad’s Mechanism is so well made it intercepts that most human of reflexes – compassion. In counterpoise then, a healing of the ancient nerves, we must exercise Compassion for him and his associates. For their long Descent.