Sultan Knish
In the last century, the United Kingdom has become an astounding
tapestry of cultures hanging on a multicultural loom in a lunatic's
attic filled with an array of astoundingly diverse garbage. Every year
people from around the world arrive in the UK and many of them move to
Tower Hamlets and begin threatening to behead all the other cultures for
being much too multi.
But
it's nothing that can't be handled with an uncomfortable visit to a
mosque by a few government officials, some online courses about fighting
extremism and a new Muslim character on EastEnders.
The ghost
rat cannibal ship approaching the shores of the United Kingdom is no
different. Yes it is a ghost ship and it may be full of cannibal rats
who have been eating each other for so long that they have food critics
(Hank was just too dry), foodie blogs and an ethical cannibalism
movement to eat only locally sourced rats, but that is no reason to
allow ourselves to be panicked by it or by them.
Each culture
brings with it its own practices and its own way of life that
contributes to enriching our own. From the Kebab shops to the other
Kebab shops, from that loud music those people who moved in next door
play to the muezzin waking up the roosters every morning, we are richer
for it in the sense that we have less money, but a deeper spiritual
awareness that the world is a very strange place.
While the
cannibal rat ghost ship may seem threatening at first, we should
remember that each new set of arrivals was viewed similarly with
suspicion. The Celts and the Saxons did not get along and no one liked
the Normans. And when the Saracens overran London, everyone was really
unhappy. But then the media kept talking about how the Saracens are
contributing to the culture and their neighbors learned to overlook the
honor killings, the beheadings and the Asian sex grooming gangs.
The
cannibal rats will be no different. At their first arrival there may be
moments of unpleasantness. The rats have been eating each other for so
long, when they arrive in London and claim refugee status because they
fear being eaten if they return home, will they then begin eating us? We
don't know, but it would be nothing less than a sordid betrayal of our
values if we were to turn the cannibal rats away out of fear that they
will begin gnawing on our tender flesh the very first chance that they
get.
It will be vital that we find common ground between our
values and those of the cannibal rats. There is no doubt that the
cannibal rats will have a great deal to teach us and we mustn't let
their horrid appearance or their cannibalism customs interfere with the
learning process. The sensationalist tabloid press has emphasized the
cannibalism angle so much that it has entirely blinded us to their other
virtues, to their close family connections, their rich cultural
heritage and their love of music.
Like so many refugees, the
ghost ship cannibal rats come to us from a troubled part of the world.
We who are privileged to live in safety and comfort cannot even begin to
imagine the traumas that have marked them and so we must be
understanding if they occasionally forget themselves and bite us. The
minor pain we suffer is nothing compared to the agony which these poor
souls have endured.
Averting further violence must begin with us.
It is our responsibility to show them that there is a better way. And
we shall do so by defusing the situation from the start by taking their
side.
Animals
and people lash out when they feel isolated and oppressed. We shall
stand with the cannibal rats and for the cannibal rats to show them that
they are truly at home here. If the cannibal rats move into a village
and are given a dirty look, we shall have a BBC camera crew there in
five minutes and a Guardian blog on it shortly thereafter. These will
become the foundation of a documentary that will begin with the arrival
of the cannibal rats and end triumphantly with their acceptance by the
surviving villagers who have learned the true meaning of community and
rabies from these strangers.
The plight of the ghost cannibal
rats echoes that of the world's billions fleeing instability, climate
change and teeth. Through our acceptance of them and their condition, we
accept upon ourselves the condition of the world and fulfill our
function as citizens of the world.
While it is easy to look down
on the cannibal rats for their cannibalism, isn't cannibalism also the
base state of capitalism? Economic competition urges us on to
cannibalize each other's jobs and possessions and globally, as we
compete for spare resources, we are cannibalizing entire cultures so
that we may have the material trinkets that make our meaningless lives
worthwhile. If we look closely at the ghost ship of cannibal rats, we
will see our own reflection mirrored in their dilemma.
By
examining the degeneration of their condition, we can draw meaningful
conclusions about our own way of life. For example would a genuinely
Socialist economy reduce rats to cannibalism? It might, but the
cannibalism would be carefully structured in a way that would serve the
greater good rather than merely serving the appetites of the rich and
the powerful.
It may be that the cannibal rats did indeed achieve
an arrangement that was not rat-eat-rat, but that balanced the
appetites of the many against the flesh of the few and that arranged for
the working class rat hordes to be fed without regard to gender, class
or degree of sexual orientation. It may be that in the throes of their
cannibalistic orgies of flesh redistribution, these rats achieved a
social structure that can advance us forward by a thousand years.
Like the cannibal rats, that is not an opportunity that we can afford to turn our backs on.
Finally
there are the ugly expressions of bigotry. Many citizens who have urged
the government to blow up the ghost ship filled with hordes of hungry
cannibal rats on sight have referred to them, and I quote, as "vermin",
"a disgusting horrible pestilence" and "the worst thing to hit these
shores since Gwyneth Paltrow."
The
ugly undertones are not difficult to spot in such defamatory language
whose privileged speakers presuppose that their lives are worth more
than those of cannibal rats. By accepting the ghost ship of cannibal
rats into our bosom, we will win a victory over bigotry and demonstrate
that we are a society of acceptance, not of rejection, and for this
reason alone, if for no other reason, we should accept the ghost ship,
grant its cannibal rats asylum and educate them about the importance of
voting Labour.
The future begins with each of us. We must lower
our walls, open our doors and welcome our new neighbours to our shores.
And one day, as we pass our neighbour, the cannibal rat now running a
shop specializing in cannibal rat meat, and the cannibal rat's son who
now works in the NHS and the cannibal rat's four grandsons who are all
on the dole and his other son who is gnawing on the leg of a dead
British soldier, we can be proud of ourselves, our ethics and our
humanism.
In this way, the stranger, the cannibal rat, will become our friend, the cannibal rat.
Each
step forward that we take, each cannibal rat with a peerage, each
cannibal rat who wins a singing competition and each cannibal rat in the
school that our sons and daughters attend, is a triumph for our deepest
values and ideals. They remind us that our civilization, our cultural
heritage and our lives are worth nothing if they are not put at the
service of our fellow men and our fellow cannibal rats.
Today a cannibal rat applies for refugee status. Tomorrow a cannibal rat will be Prime Minister.
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