Natives and Dancing

There is so much beauty in native populations.  A richness of culture and history that we have often destroyed throughout the centuries.  Australia and New Zealand are examples of what happens when such cultures are encountered.

The original inhabitants of Australia came from Africa 60,000 years ago.  It is thought because of a lower sea level they managed to make their way almost to Australia.  The actual distance, by sea, between Australia and New Guinea and Timor may have been as little as 90 kilometers.  Humans at that time did not have boats so it is thought that initial arrivals came by accident perhaps carried on drifting debris or on flotsam driven across by a tsunami.  Given the genetic homogeneity of the aboriginal population it is reckoned that perhaps a single pregnant female made the journey.

When Captain Cook arrived on the coast of Australia it had had a dramatic effect on the local native population.  The number of aborigines dropped from 300,000 to 60,000 and their lands were taken and they were not allowed to vote until 1967.  The aborigines did not have any idea of land ownership so the white settlers took over their land with relative ease.  Smallpox and other diseases, brought by the invaders, decimated the native population.  The decimation of the local inhabitants was dramatic and severe.  They suffered discrimination and on Tasmania they were eradicated completely, as if they were an unwanted infestation.

When Captain Cook later landed in New Zealand they may have expected a similar non-aggressive response from the natives of this smaller island east of Australia.  However, a very different type of native was encountered.  The Maori’s were far from the peace loving aborigines and had a warrior culture. This meant their reaction to the visitors was so hostile it would be 127 years before any white man would again attempt to enter their territories.  It must have become instantly apparent this particular native population would be no easy walk over.

Everyone is familiar with the All-Black’s rugby teams dance at the start of every match.  But the use of Maori dance to express a wider range of emotions is less well known.  I found the use of this art form to express grief unusually moving.  The release of anger and rage is dramatically felt as well as the powerful spirit of respect to their colleague.

Knowledge of the richness of such native cultures should enrich our understanding and development. They have much to teach us in terms of respect of both human nature and the environment.

Arsine, you don't smell it, you just die!

Arsine is an unpleasant gas and I had a big cylinder full of it.  We used it in gas deposition chambers to dope semi-conductor surfaces in our microelectronics lab in Queens. The main route of exposure is via inhalation although poisoning through the skin has been documented.  This gas attacks the haemoglobin in the red blood cells causing them to be destroyed by the body.  

Most people are more familiar with hydrogen cyanide as a means of killing.  Hydrogen cyanide irritates the eyes and the respiratory tract.  There is a faint smell of almonds that around 50% of the population will be able to detect.  In forensics, both gases will leave the victims with particularly red blood, a usual indicator that some sort of poisoning has occurred.  Unfortunately, with Arsine you will be dead long before you smell it.  There may be a slight smell of garlic on the breath of a victim of arsine poisoning and for cyanide poisoning that sweet almond smell can sometimes be detected.  It is particularly scary that Arsine does not smell, you know your nose will not alarm you to its presence.  

I reckon arsine even looks ugly, but that could be my paranoia. This flammable gas, ignites spontaneously in air, and as well as being highly toxic is one of the simplest compounds of arsenic. Here is a picture of a molecule of the stuff.  Perhaps, you are more familiar with its other form arsenic?  

Years ago they used the Marsh test to determine if arsenic had been used on a corpse.  This test produces arsine as an intermediate product. Despite its lethality, it finds some applications in the semiconductor industry.  Which is why, when I worked in university in N. Ireland, I had a huge canister of the stuff in the access corridor of our laboratory.  Not a small tiny campsite gas cylinder a huge one a meter and a half high.  

Remember that exposure to arsine concentrations of 250 ppm is rapidly fatal: concentrations of 25–30 ppm are fatal for 30 minute exposure, and concentrations of 10 ppm can be fatal at longer exposure times.  That is 10 parts per million, not an awful lot of the stuff is needed to take you down, silently without a smell not even a sniff of warning.  So, to have a huge tank of the stuff sitting in plain view was giving the fireman heart palpitations.  He had come to do the yearly fire inspection of the building and had reached the tenth floor without any major complaint.  Finding a corridor full of some of the most toxic gases, on this the last floor, was like a nightmare.  Part of their job is knowing when they are called to a building, in the event of a fire etc, exactly what the major dangers are.  Being aware that here in a quiet innocent corridor such dangers lurked was very important.  I felt sorry for him filling in all his papers.  For firemen it must seem the rest of the world is just trying to be difficult, lighting fires in forests, putting oil on stoves and forgetting, or buying in huge quantities of extremely toxic gas.  

He was a reasonable man in an unreasonable world.  I sympathised, he shrugged his shoulders and said not to worry.  They had just done a safety analysis on a Monsanto factory in N. Ireland and had found there, the biggest store of mustard gas in Western Europe.  That is the stuff used during the world war I.  Mind you that it turns out is the tip of a very unpleasant iceberg.  Among the many achievements of this company Monsanto has:

1.   Produced rBGH, also known as Bovine Somatotropin. It is a synthetic hormone that is injected into cows in order to increase milk production. However, many studies have shown that this produces adverse effects, behaving as a cancer accelerator in adults and non-infants. This biologically active hormone is associated with breast cancer, colon cancer, lung cancer and prostate cancer.

2.   Other major products have included the herbicides 2,4,5-T, and DDT. The excitotoxin aspartame, and the controversial PCBs were also developed and produced by Monsanto. The company was sued, for the side effects of its Agent Orange defoliant used by the US military in the during the Vietnam War. More than 21,000,000 US gallons (79,000,000 L) of Agent Orange were sprayed across South Vietnam. According to the post-war Vietnamese government official statistics, 4.8 million Vietnamese  were exposed to Agent Orange, resulting in 400,000 deaths and disabilities, and 500,000 children born with some form of birth defect.  Furthermore, internal documents from the companies that manufactured it reveal that at the time Agent Orange was sold to the U.S. government for use in Vietnam, it was known that it contained a dioxin. 

3.     Its most recent pesticide Round-up is thought to be worse than DDT. Monsanto is the world’s largest producer of the herbicide “Glyphosate”, commonly used in “Round-Up”. (Glyphosate is the most used herbicide in the USA, and Roundup is the number one selling herbicide worldwide since at least 1980.) Roundup is also at the heart of much controversy in the scientific and health community, concerning human and mammalian side effects. A 2008 scientific study has shown that Roundup formulations and metabolic products cause the death of human embryonic, placental, and umbilical cells in vitro, even at extremely low concentrations.

  

I remember being reassured, all the years ago, that whatever horrors we had in our university Microelectronics Lab at least we were not the worst offenders.  Several decades later I am no longer reassured and am wondering what these guys are doing to us and our environment.  I won’t call it the most evil company on earth but some do.   Mind you be warned this article is a bit over the top!

See http://www.globalresearch.ca/the-complete-history-of-monsanto-the-worlds-most-evil-corporation/5387964

Desperation, perspiration, information and inspiration,

Exams are tortuous.  We have all been there, paper before us, the clock ticking.  The terrifying sound of others asking for more writing paper, while you stare mesmerised by your single blank sheet. There are the rare few of us who, from this dire situation, conjure up magic.  To those that pull that off, I salute you.  For example, the high school student who when asked to write a concise expressive essay on stubbornness, put pen to paper and wrote,
"No!"
But there are the even more creative that aught to be remembered.  This student was really putting his back into solving this equation and then at a certain point found an expressive way to sum up his despair.  Just love that little man hanging on the last integral sign.

Of course, the artists among us have a real opportunity to vent their frustration eloquently.  After all, they have the three basic necessities, a paper, pencil and hours of time!  Here's one who obviously decided this subject was not for him.

Then, there are those who use quirky dry humour to answer what defeats them otherwise, as Peter so brilliantly accomplished here.

I just have to admire their tenacity and application, instead of putting their head down in despair, from somewhere within a revolt occurred.  In the scariest of all places they found an answer.  Mind you, I cannot believe this student actually got an A+ for the following response!

Just occasionally, in this education system that is so questionable, sausage factory filling and exam driven, a question can elicit a response that makes the whole dire business worthwhile.  Here, was a student determined to fight back!

Finally, exams are a metaphor for life in many ways.  Our response to them both usually requires the same attitude.  This last one summarises it all nicely.  So, if you too are facing tests remember this useful guidance.

Religion, Rooster Cogburn and a lack of grit

In searching for progress we are sometimes nudged gradually, painfully in certain directions.  For me one of the earliest turning points occurred during my confirmation classes at my local Church of Ireland.  The clergyman when alone with a dozen 13 year olds, instead of preparing us spiritually, engaged in a bit of indoctrination instead.  He lectured us on the disgusting betrayal marriage to Catholics would entail.  He then proceeded to spout a narrow minded evangelistic agenda that even I, a fairly naïve 13 year old girl from the high on the Sperrin mountains, could not tolerate. 

His predecessor the reverent Wills had been a mild elderly man, with metal circular glasses, who lectured in his sermons with soft pleas for humanity and understanding of one’s neighbours.  My father had queried this gentle little man, during a visit to our home, to be more demanding in his sermons.  He asked him,

“Why don’t you tell them to not just love their neighbours, but tell them to love their Catholic neighbours in particular.  Don’t you think that’s what Christ meant?”

The tiny man had carefully wiped his glasses in his lap and said apologetically,

“Now, Mr Stringer, I have to be careful not to offend the congregation, you know yourself what people are like in these parts.”

Rev Wills raised his narrow shoulders in sympathy but continued,

“Sure, if I did anything like that, I’d be preaching to an empty church and what purpose would that serve?”

Having just watched John Wayne in True Grit, I listened to this conversation with disappointment and could not help thinking what the nice Reverent Wills lacked was grit.  I’d have preferred if he had mounted the pulpit, a bible in each hand, and blasted the church goers left right and centre (like Rooster Cogburn), whatever their particular prejudices.  

Unfortunately, his successor lacked the essential goodness of Rev Wills and his gentleness.  His sermons were full of hell and grinding of teeth for all sinners.  His children classes were sufficiently traumatic with their burning pits and devils with horns that I’m sure he kept psychologists/counsellors and psychiatrists in business for decades later.  I had been dragged, by my father, to Sunday School classes and services for years and had complained bitterly.  It was the confirmation classes perversely that really confirmed my suspicions that this man was not good.   So clearly did I articulate my abhorrence for the content of these confirmation classes my father accepted my decision never to enter church premises ever again.  I viewed this new clergyman with the distain I had previously reserved for villains in a Dicken’s novel.   It was hardly fair but adolescents are many things but not forgiving. 

When, I was obliged to attend weddings or funerals I did so out of politeness and respect.  However, I listened to the sermon like a literary critic finding satisfaction when he spouted something that I disagreed with.  When the clergyman asked the congregation to kneel or bow their heads in prayer, I refused to do either.  Instead, he and I would often find ourselves eyeballing each other across the bowed heads of the devout.  I cultivated an accusing stare while he had a bewildered look.  I was confident my stare told him exactly what I thought of him.  Hardly fair, I am sure he had more good qualities than I.  To my adolescent mind he had fallen short of St Francis’s standard and did not deserve my respect or ear.  Ah, the black and white clarity of youth.  There are not even greys, just right and wrong.  The good guys and the bad ones.  In a divided community between Catholic and Protestant I found myself examining both with forensic intensity.  There was so much this autopsy unearthed I felt like a coroner disengaged from both sides.  It was a blessing that my father read so widely as through him I had an appreciation of the Bible and knowledge of Buddhism, Judaism, Islam and Hinduism.  In our family, reading was an obsession, whether it was the Quran, the recently translated  Dead Sea Scrolls  or the writings of Zoroaster.   It has long shocked me how terrified people are to truly investigate.  To search for the truth.  To set aside petty prejudices and really look.  This independent investigation was a constant call to arms.  Truth becomes obscured by ignorance and gradually disclosed by rational effort.  It leds to an appreciated of the essential truths that all the main religions share.  It helps elucidate the qualities that are needed in society if we are to improve our civilisation.  There have been enough rises and falls of civilisations to chart the symptoms of deterioration.  Even without a historical perspective an examination of present day society would suffice to tell us we are on a downward curve. 

After fifty years I am no longer an adolescent and colours have entered my palate.  There are forces of disintegration all around and people’s lives are caught up in this old world order. That is being rolled up.  Look into any institution and you cannot fail to find the corruption just beneath the surface.  Even the most well-intentioned bodies are hounded to a standstill by persistent selfish agendas.  But, I am no longer hopeless or in despair.  There are worse days ahead I’m sure.  Human society will weather storms we cannot even guess at now.  The intensity of such catastrophes will serve to decrease the strange lethargy we are all afflicted with.  Perhaps, anything that serves to allow us to come forth from the sheath of self will transform not just us but society.   The degree to which we engage in building that noble society the happier and more positive our mind-set.  Fighting the forces of darkness is like trying to dam a flood.  Constructing our personal defences, uniting with others who share a vision for a better future is empowering.  Change is coming, we can choose to endure it or embrace the transformation it entails.  It had ever been so. 

In the second century the early Christians were the victims of persecution. Polycarp, the venerable bishop of Smyrna was arrested and imprisoned. While under guard he prayed so fervently and powerfully the guards regretted that they had been involved in his capture.  Later, called upon to recant his faith he refused. "Eighty and six years I have served Him, and He has done me no wrong", Polycarp goes on to say, “Bring forth what thou wilt."  This elderly gentle bishop in his nineties was burnt at the stake.  Talk about true grit!

I firmly believe we are designed to be noble.  To be better, than we can even possibly imagine.  In reaching that goal a new and better civilisation becomes inevitable.

Slaves Revolt - Malta

Picture shows underwater statues in memory of slaves lost at sea near Grenada slaves thrown overboard

In 1749 there was a famous slave revolt that took place in Malta.  In the history of Malta it is betrayed as a terrible conspiracy where slaves were planning to slaughter the local inhabitants.  The slaves are portrayed as a violent murderers willing to slaughter their masters to gain freedom.   Here is a typical account of the event.

“A plot of the most dangerous character, and one that threatened the direst disaster to the Christian inhabitants of the island, was, however, discovered on the 6th June 1749. At the head of this conspiracy was the Pascha Mustafa, Governor of Rhodes, then a prisoner of war in Malta. This dignitary, while on his way to Rhodes, had been captured by the Christian slaves who manned his galley. The mutineers, after having murdered their officers and become masters of the vessel, made for Malta, where they arrived on the 2nd February 1748. 

The Pascha, instead of being looked upon as an ordinary prisoner of war, was treated by the Order with every mark of respect. From the moment of his arrival Mustafa devised the detestable plot of massacring the whole Christian population of Malta with the assistance of the Turkish slaves in the island, who at the time numbered about 1,500, and then annexing Malta to the Ottoman Empire. Continual promises of support from Constantinople emboldened the conspirators, and the 29th June, the festival of St. Peter and St. Paul was selected as the date on which their atrocious designs were to be carried out. As on that day the city would be practically deserted the majority of the inhabitants being away at the festivities at Notabile. Had it not been for an accidental quarrel that led to the betrayal of the plot, a wholesale massacre would have most undoubtedly ensued. 

The quarrel originated in a tavern where two of the conspirators had gone to endeavour to enlist as a confederate a young Maltese soldier of Pinto's bodyguard. Enraged by his continual refusals to join their ranks, they attempted to stab him. He would have been torn to pieces had it not been for the timely interference of the innkeeper, who, on learning the motive of the quarrel, lost no time in revealing this dangerous plot to the Grand Master himself. Several of the conspirators were at once seized and subjected to torture, under the extreme agonies of which a complete confession was extorted and some sixty of the ringleaders were put to death. The honest innkeeper, Cohen, was handsomely rewarded, and the faithful young soldier, Cassar, for his unflinching devotedness to his colours, was promoted from the ranks and given the command of Pinto's bodyguard, known as the " Guardia Urbana." On the anniversary of the discovery of the plot, the Knights of Malta regularly held a thanksgiving service in the church of St. John in commemoration of this providential escape from massacre."

However, if you examine the life of slaves in the world at that time there were many changes happening.  In the Caribbean on the island of Saint John in 1733 there was an uprising of the slaves to try and obtain freedom.  In South Carolina in 1739 there was also a slave revolt.  In 1747 Africans rose up on the Rhode Island ship (Captain Beers) which was off the Cape Coast in Ghana.  It is important to remember that off the millions transported to America in slavery, over a period of 300 years almost 40% died on that journey.  Many fortunes were made, it was seen as a strictly economic endeavour with the human beings simply a product to be sold.  Many aristocratic estates all over the world, many of our rich today gained fortunes on the back of slavery.  

But the tide on slavery was beginning to turn and many people were speaking out against this trade.  Legislation was soon to be in place that would gradually make it illegal in various parts of the world.  It is unfortunate that long after the African American slavery route was halted, African European slavery continued.  So, it is important to understand what conditions were like for slaves in Malta at that time.  The seaborne crusade demanded a largely unarmed and coerced labour force. The Knights of St John needed captives. They needed them as oarsmen in the galleys and labourers in the docks. Whether they were prisoners of war, victims of shipwreck or persons kidnapped, they were a vital resource.  There were simply not enough crew or convicts to man the ships that the knights needed without slaves.  Ottoman cities remained multi religious while most of western Christendom was purged of its Jews and Muslims. After the Reformation it was also purged of even if its Christian dissenters.  While Catholic merchants and consuls who lived in Istanbul Alexandra or Tripoli could practice their faith and find a small community of practising Catholics, supported by Rome, there were no such parallel infrastructures for Moslems in Christendom.  In fact between 1609 and the late 19th century no free community of Muslims, including those converted to Christianity, resided within Western Europe.  The Knights of St John Malta would target all non-Catholics, Orthodox Christians, Muslims and Jews alike and enslave them. They would seize the cargo of Jews, even those with permits and passports, and send them to the slave market in Valletta.  Within the Mediterranean, the numbers of east and sub Sahara African inhabitants sold into bondage outnumbered the numbers of either Western Christians or Mediterranean Muslims.  As long as galley fleets were used for transport slavery persisted. It was only when wind powered vessels came into being that the need for slaves on board was reduced somewhat.

Being condemned to the galleys was a dreadful form of punishment for even the convicts. What was supposed to be a short-term at sea, for them, could become a death sentence. Many men would maim themselves rather than face the ordeal. After a few weeks of confinement on ships the stench of human sweat and excrement was overwhelming. The oarsman who were chained to the benches could not change their clothing or even move to relieve themselves. For weeks they might have only brief sleep periods. Many slaves died on these ships; the plague of 1720 carried off one fifth of France’s rowing force. A small amount of galley slaves survived for decades some remaining at the oars into their 60s and 70s. They were not permitted to marry .  Given its role as one of the chief traffickers of non-Catholic slaves within the Mediterranean, Maltese cities held more than 1000 Muslims in slavery at the end of the 18th century.  In battle or if the boat foundered the slaves chained to the benches, not the captain, would go down with the ship.  At the end of the sailing season Muslims slaves would be pressed into the construction of public works such as bridges and walls in the Maltese cities of Valetta and Senglea. In the mid 18 century, 639 of the 782 men at the oars were enslaved Muslims.  Muslim slaves in Malta complained that unlike the practices in Istanbul or North African ports they were not allowed to eat or drink their purchases of food inside shops or taverns were forced to eat outside on the street.  Their heads were shaved except for a distinctive pigtail, they wore a roughly woven woollen cape with a hood. Converted slaves and Muslims alike carried a 1 to 2 pound lock around the ankle.   

With this knowledge, it is not hard to see that many desired freedom. If they could arrange for relatives, back home, to provide a ransom then there was a hope freedom could be purchased.  However, for many poor slaves this was not an option. It is important to note that slavery was common place at this time across the world and practised by most nations.  With the advantage of hindsight we can observe the whole machinery of enslavement through horrified eyes.  The loss of lives was heavy, the mistreatment and torture of human beings intolerable.  Perhaps, it is a salutary lesson of the past that all it took was a different religion/sect or race to enable us to feel righteous and noble in enslaving them.  

There are perhaps parallels in today’s world where we will allow people to starve to death, drown in our seas, fester in refuge camps and still manage to feel disengaged from their suffering.  The slave trade was ultimately economically driven, so too we must ensure that economic considerations are not driving nations into despair,destitution and a new modern form of slavery.

Worth a read - puts the topic in perspective today

A Persistent Evil: The Global Problem of Slavery, a report published by the Harvard International Review in 2002, Richard Re suggested: "Conservative estimates indicate that at least 27 million people, in places as diverse as Nigeria, Indonesia, and Brazil, live in conditions of forced bondage"