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Harmony in the Chaos September 23, 2007

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I recently enjoyed a live performance of jazz music featuring drums, bass, piano, trumpet, electric guitar and saxophone. Listening to a trumpet solo, it occurred to me that the speaking style of Malcolm X could be likened to jazz music insofar as jazz music involves improvisation within structure. To untrained ears the music, like Malcolm’s speeches, could often seem confusing jumbles of noise or disconnected ideas. Yet there is harmony in the chaos and chaos in the harmony. Hearing the alto sax played I was reminded of the movements of break-dancers. As I watched the drummer do a solo, I noticed his posture was perfect. His body was still while his hands flew. He was the calm within the chaos erupting around him.

Politicians should learn how to be good jazz drummers.

Psychological Prosthetics September 14, 2007

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Cosmetics are prosthetics of the psyche.

Parts and the Whole September 11, 2007

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So all I say is this, this is all I say: when you start talking about one, talk about the others. When you start worrying about the part or the piece, worry about the whole. And if this piece is no good, the entire pie is no good, because it all comes out of the same plate. It’s made up out of the same ingredients.

El-Hajj Malik El-Shabazz, Malcolm X Speaks: Selected Speeches and Statements. Edited with prefatory notes by George Breitman. New York: Grover Press, 1966, p. 110.

Dialogical Shadowboxing September 5, 2007

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Where there is radical disagreement over fundamentals, argument, in the commonly accepted sense of the term, brings confusion rather than clarity. What do the opponent of science and scientist–or, to come to essentials, believer and unbeliever–have to say to each other?

Not that dialogue is impossible. One can envisage a debate, held in quietness and intimate privacy (with no possibility of playing to the gallery), in which a believer and unbeliever explore one another’s minds over a long period and, inspired by a common desire to understand, achieve communication. Confined to thirty minutes in a television studio, such debate can only be farcical. Time and patience are of the essence, not to mention divine grace, love and a kind of stillness deeply infused with the longing for truth. Those who stand poles apart should never attempt hasty dialogue, unless they confine themselves to discussing the weather. ‘Haste is from the devil,’ say the Muslims, ‘and slowness is from God’; and the clocks must be stopped if these two men are to understand each other.

But time is too valuable (when awareness of the timeless has been lost) for clocks to be stopped, love is at best a bit-player in this drama, and stillness is incompatible with controversy. All that such hasty debates between believer and unbeliever offer us is a battle of wits and a contest in verbal skills; and, since the former is out of tune with the spirit of his age, the rules of the game and the weapons are never of his choosing.

But perhaps there is no battle to be fought or won, for in most cases these antagonists have only the illusion of meeting and there is simply the spectacle–familiar in farce–of two men shadowboxing on opposite sides of the stage, unaware that their blows never make contact. They are in different places. It is not enough to share a common language if there are no common assumptions to provide the basis for argument. Without any such basis each participant feels that the other is ‘missing the point’, as indeed he is since the ‘point’ is the truth as seen from the place at which he has taken his stand and these men are too far apart to share the same view. Heirs of a fairly unified culture, we still take a certain uniformity of viewpoint for granted, but in the modern age it is quite possible for people living side-by-side in the same society to inhabit entirely different worlds.

Gai Eaton, King of the Castle: Choice and Responsibility in the Modern World. Cambridge, UK: Islamic Texts Society, 1990, p. 152-53.