Monday, January 22, 2018

Seeing “The Other” through Another’s Eyes

In my freshman year of college, I took a course called “The Self and the Other.” It inspired my eventual Sociology minor, as well as my love of museums and exploring other cultures.

Image courtesy of Progressive Buddhism blog
The more I’ve traveled, the more I’ve encountered little reality checks: reminders that even in our ever-shrinking world, we don’t share the same context, the same histories, the same ideas about who we are.

Yesterday I went to the State Museum of Egyptian Art. Mostly it was to see Munich’s renowned collection. Partly, it was to see how Egyptian culture was framed from a German point of view.

At the ¾ mark I was ready to applaud the curators and translators for an educational and even-handed presentation about most aspects of Egyptian life. Then I got to the exhibit detailing Egypt’s relationship with neighboring countries.

The first jolt was how divisively Egypt was portrayed. It was as if the country was its own continent, and "Africa" was a pesky border nation.

Speaking of pesky border nations, the Nubians, described in other displays with a “curly hairstyle” and “fleshy lips and a wide nose” may indeed have been looked down upon by the Egyptians, but the aspersions about their illiteracy, their non-threatening inferiority, and the statement that caricatures of them were not necessarily mean-spirited, were not otherwise supported.

The kicker was in the text on how Nubians appeared on Egyptian cosmetic and ointment vessels as friendly, protective spirits. Then the next sentence: “Monkeys…also took on this protective function.”

1907 postcard. In the future, will
a museum display say this couple's
appearance was "exaggerated
into the realm of caricature,
not necessarily cynically or cruelly,
but in more of a teasingly
good-natured way" ??
I’m understating the case to say this kind of parallelism is extraordinarily sensitive. There is a long history worldwide of black Africans and their descendants assumed to be, referred to as, and treated as if they were animals.

Apes in particular. Ugly. Devilish. Lustful. Sinful. Pestilent. The further you can push "the other" from your own ideals, the easier it is to subjugate them.

Blacks have been subjected to simian taunts, cartoon depictions, had bananas thrown at them--in December 2016 a West Virginia official called Michelle Obama “an ape in heels” in a Facebook post!

A week ago, there was international uproar over an H&M ad with a black child wearing a “coolest monkey in the jungle” sweatshirt. And while I appreciate the spirit of the boy’s mother trying to soothe the furor, she was wrong in how she handled it and what she said. 

When we don’t acknowledge what our broader history is, we don’t learn from its mistakes.

Of course, my experience as a black American is not the same as the experiences of a black German. The things that make me bristle might mean little to nothing over here. Accepting that has to be part of my personal growth. But educating folks about those different experiences in a nonconfrontational way also has to be part of my personal growth.

Maybe there are certain prejudices—certain instances of “the other”—that inspire discomfort across the spectrum. Over the next several weeks, I’m going to take a look at that idea. 

I'll start with the history of colonialism and nationalism in Germany. Then move to a more localized scale, with my own experiences and anecdotes from others about the struggles of modern diversity here in Germany. 



Monday, January 15, 2018

Law & (Dis)Order

German transportation systems have long been renowned for their punctuality and efficiency. Although most of my travel over the past couple of years has been by train or bus, I have taken a fair number of flights within Europe and back to the U.S. And it’s at the airport where ideas of efficiency and order fly right out the window.

This couple started waiting at the gate before the previous
flight had even departed.
Germans are not the only ones guilty of this. In large part, North Americans and passengers from the U.K. seem to be the only ones who are at a loss for the free-for-all that occurs at a European airline gate.

But I’m picking on Germans because this is the land of rules, regulations, and Alles in Ordnung. Apparently, that applies to everything except the formation of a single, well-mannered line.

My experiences were confirmed when I saw this post asking why Germans can’t queue. Funny, but sadly true. 

I remember a trip we took years ago, to a German friend’s hometown. We were going on a short river cruise, and when the boat arrived it was a mob scene to get on board. 

Our friend admonished the crowd to behave respectably and orderly: "We’re in Germany, for God’s sake!”

So what's the deal? I don't notice it as often in day-to-day life, mainly with travel. I recently saw an article in Condè Nast about airline boarding procedures, and a follow-on article looking at Lufthansa and their explanations for a lack of formal policy.

This was the priority and families boarding "line."
Yet even in the U.S., where we’re often criticized for the every-man-for-himself mentality for getting ahead, we still usually obey those norms in polite society that say “wait your turn.”

On the return flight from our recent vacation, I saw a glimmer of hope. On the screen at the gate, a message scrolled in German, announcing that boarding would begin at the back of the plane, rows 20-44. 

Gate staff announced boarding for priority members and families with children under the age of 2. There was a pause as that group cleared through. I held my breath. 

Then the usual onslaught followed.

As I stepped away from Larry to take this picture
of the multiple boarding lanes narrowing to one checkpoint,
a new group formed behind me!
There was not even an announcement about general boarding, and certainly no reference to the instructions rolling overhead on the screen. People just started moving forward. 

I am not a tall person by American standards, which puts me at an even greater disadvantage in a crowd of towering Germans.

As we jostled to funnel three or so “lines” into one, I thought about all of those times I took boarding by rows for granted, and when I grumbled as more U.S. airlines switched to boarding by groups. 

Never again will I consider those systems tedious or chaotic. What’s that old saying? 

Man weiß nicht, was man hat, bis es weg ist.