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“That
which we call an empire by any other name
would smell as foul.” (to
bastardise Shakespeare and
Juliet for the
second time in six months)
Even as Russia
deplores the internationally endorsed breakaway of Kosovo province from
Serbia, Russia’s military invasion aimed at breaking two provinces away from
the sovereign democratic country of Georgia, should really come as no
surprise. One might have thought that a breakaway province was either good
or bad. But Russia and its leadership have, over the centuries, never been
able to resist the drug of imperialism, and it still intoxicates today, more
headily than vodka. Thus
if provinces can be detached from an ex-Soviet
state now successfully implementing Western democratic freedoms (Georgia)
it’s “good”,
but
to break away from within Russia’s sphere of
influence and friendship (Slavic, Orthodox Serbia) is ”bad”.
Russia, like
that other Security Council big power China, has never allowed any piffling
interference such as “international law” to stand in the way of what
it wants to do. That is something for countries like America and Britain to
worry about and be eternally castigated over.
In the long
years of the cold war, there was only one kind of imperialism that the world
heard about – Western imperialism, or its constituents such as American
imperialism, British imperialism, French imperialism.
And who were
the commonest utterers of these curious, pejorative phrases – none other
than the two most dedicated totalitarian imperialist powers of the age, the
Soviet Union and China, aided and abetted by countless “useful idiots”
(to misquote Lenin) in the West and elsewhere.
The Soviet
Union was comprised of what is now known as Russia, plus an array of
neighbouring countries that it managed to acquire in the rubble of the
Second World war. Thus were the Baltic states and eastern Poland subsumed,
against their will, into becoming an integral part of a foreign “country”,
whilst swathes of Eastern Europe, without the consent of their populations,
ended up as de-facto vassal states of that country. The Romans would
recognize the Soviet Union for what it was – an old-fashioned empire, run by the
emperor (Stalin and his successors) in the Kremlin, for the sole benefit and
satisfaction of him and his cronies.
China was and
is, in essence, no different. It has been an empire since time immemorial
comprising territory and peoples with alien languages and cultures, acquired
through mainly military means.
Yet
notwithstanding the formal end of imperial rule in 1912 under
Emperor Puyi of the Qing dynasty, it has remained an empire in all but
name, for it has released none of its acquired territories. Moreover, after
the Communists came to power in 1949 its imperialist expansion resumed under
the all-powerful de-facto Emperor, Mao Tse-Tung, when the following year he
conquered and occupied Tibet, a massive piece of real estate bigger than all
eleven countries gobbled up by the Soviet Union in 1945 combined.
By contrast,
America has never been a recognisable empire, while Britain, France and
other European nations spent the early post-war decades divesting themselves
of their imperial acquisitions in a massive liberation movement that swept
across Africa and Asia.
That is the
irony of imperialistic Soviet and Chinese leaders propagandising about
so-called Western imperialism.
The Soviet
Empire collapsed in 1990 following economic impoverishment brought on by
gross administrative incompetence and by trying to match America’s arms
build-up of the 1980s, coupled with a string of peoples’ revolts starting in
Poland. The vassal states broke free, as did several constituent Soviet
states: the nations in the Baltic and in the Caucasus, as well as Ukraine
and the Stans in central Asia.
What was left
was today’s Russian Federation. However it too is the result of imperial
conquest back in Czarist days. Today it comprises 22 constituent republics,
from Adyghaya to Udmurt, each with its
own flag,
anthem, history, traditions and often
language, each supposedly a “voluntary”
member, though the populations have never been asked. And each is headed
by a chief executive or governor appointed by ... the Kremlin.
Most are members of the
“federation” because they were swallowed up by Russia in its
ever-expanding and colonising empire of the 16th century (Czar
Ivan the Terrible) and onwards,
either through military conquest or focused marriages or both. Indeed,
Russia was proud to call itself the Russian Empire until the Communists
overthrew the Czar in 1917.
The Reds loved the
concept but hated the name, so they called their inherited empire a “union”
and in due course annexed or subjugated those eleven European nations. In
recent years it has become clear that the latest Russian leadership also
loves the empire concept but prefers the name “federation” as it
sounds, well, friendlier. And indeed was friendlier to its own people and to
the rest of the world in the Boris Yeltsin days when it tried to embrace,
however clumsily, constitutional democracy and individual freedom for the
first time in its history.
But that has changed
dramatically under Vladimir Putin, truly an old-style Czar, whether he calls
himself president or prime minister. A one-time KGB boss, he was gifted the
Russian presidency by a barely compos mentis Boris Yeltsin on the eve of the
new millennium. No-one really knows why, but there are suggestions that in
exchange Putin agreed not to pursue Yeltsin for financial shenanigans.
Mr Putin lost no time
in flexing muscles, exerting authority and centralising power.
A dreadful,
unsolved
bombing of apartment blocks in Moscow provided him with a flimsy excuse
to mercilessly flatten Grozny and much of Chechnya, with no regard for human
rights, for daring to seek independence.
He pretty soon
reversed many of Yeltsin’s democratic reforms; in particular, powerful
regional governors were no longer to be elected by the people they would
serve, but
appointed by himself.
Troublesome
individuals were assassinated, whether journalists exposing Russian
misbehaviour in Chechnya such as
Anna Politkovskaya, or outspoken critics in exile like
Alexander Litvinenko. Wealthy businessmen with
political aspirations were ruined, notably the boss of Yukos,
Russia’s most professional and ethical oil company,
Mikhail Khodorkovsky, now banished interminably to Siberia on
manufactured charges of tax evasion and fraud.
As former components of the Soviet Empire
such as Ukraine became more democratic and opted to cosy up to the West, Mr
Putin showed his displeasure and power by
cutting off gas supplies, a move that had repercussions throughout the
Russian gas supply chain that stretches across Europe.
This was all in keeping with his
appalling observation that “the collapse of the Soviet Union was the
greatest geopolitical catastrophe of the 20th century” and his obvious
desire to recreate that benighted empire. That’s one reason he resurrected
the Soviet Union’s
anthem extolling “Communism's
deathless ideal”, an admittedly stirring musical ditty which had
supposedly been consigned to the dustbin after the collapse.
Russia’s invasion of Georgia finally makes
clear the objectives of Czar Putin. It is no less than to expand the
ancient Russian Empire to once more engulf as many fragments of the Soviet
Empire lost in 1991 as possible. The reasons are twofold.
First and foremost to restore former Russian glory and pride.
Secondly to acquire millions of additional Russian citizens to make up
for the almost a million a year that are currently
self-extinguishing through
age, ill-health, vodka, net emigration, abortion and an abysmal,
population-destroying
fertility rate of just 1.3 babies per woman.
The converse of this imperialism is of course Russia’s terror at the thought
of its own fragmentation, with Chechnya but the first in line of subject
countries yearning to escape the Russian yoke. And it explains its horror
that Kosovo has successfully broken free of friendly Serbia, setting a
dangerous anti-Russian precedent, which its own 22 constituent “republics”
have been watching carefully, many wondering when their own chance of
independence might come.
Meanwhile, Georgia was just the first step in Russia’s new imperialistic
march, conveniently facilitated by President Mikhail Saakashvili’s
intemperate decision to attack Georgia’s South Ossetia enclave in a vain
and violent attempt to reclaim it.
Already, Russia has recognized the “independence” of both South
Ossetia and Georgia’s other Russophile enclave Abkhazia. It is surely only
a matter of time before they are both reabsorbed into the new Russian Empire.
Then look around Russia’s borders and speculate who might be next on the
Russian Empire’s menu. For instance, Ukraine has
eight million ethnic Russians plus a wonderful port in Sevastopol which
houses Russia’s fleet under a lease agreement expiring in 2017. Is it
conceivable
either that Ukraine, long oppressed under Russian hegemony, will
extend this lease,
or that Russia will allow its navy to be
unceremoniously ejected in 2017?
Most of the former Soviet states have big Russian populations, largely the
result of forced colonisation to embed them better into the erstwhile Soviet
Empire. Such territories, bordering on the current Russian empire, are
therefore tempting targets for expansion. It is unreasonable to expect Czar
Putin not to explore ways to reabsorb them, by fair means or foul.
Russian imperialism is undoubtedly the new realism the world has to get used
to. There are only two responses to it:
either accept it as
unstoppable short of nuclear war,
or pull every non-military
non-nuclear lever available – diplomatic, financial, technological,
sporting.
But has the West got the stomach for the second alternative?
What Rumsfeld derisively called “Old Europe” made a wobbly start, but
“New Europe” further east, which knows from bitter experience exactly
what being under a Russian imperial thumb is like, did not. The Czechs
and the Poles rapidly signed up to America's anti-missile system, ostensibly
aimed at Iran. The Baltic and Ukrainian leaderships rushed to express
their support for Georgia and its territorial integrity. This seemed to
stiffen the spines of “Old Europe” somewhat and threats followed of
excluding Russia from bodies such as the G8 and WTO and other measures.
For the thought of
constant expansion of Czar Putin’s modern Russian Empire is just too awful
to contemplate for the tens of millions of independent citizens that this
would place under subjugation. Everyone has a moral duty to resist, object,
cry “foul”.
For foul indeed is this new imperial enterprise.
More about Russia's impending demographic calamity
in my
following issue.
The more I read about
and watch Barack Obama , the more I am reminded of Saint Paul in his first
letter to the Corinthians,
13:1:
“Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels,
and have
not love,
I am but an empty gong or a clashing cymbal.”
With his soaring rhetoric, Mr Obama certainly speaks
with
“the tongues of men and of angels”,
but It is unfair to suggest he lacks love.
He clearly loves his family and has many friends. And it is after all
not he but his wife who has
trouble with the concept of loving America.
But the talk of
“an empty gong or a clashing cymbal”
strikes a chord, so to speak, with me.
Even after more than a year of vigorous campaigning it is impossible to
know what he would actually do were he to be elected. Not that he
hasn't told us, he has told us plenty, but he keeps telling us different,
contradictory stuff. So what are people supposed to believe?
Does he even know himself what he believes?
Is he for unconditional talks
anywhere anytime with Iran or not?
Does he want to pull out of Iraq
regardless of what happens or does it depends on circumstances?
Is he for NAFTA or against it?
Does he love business or hate it?
Is Jerusalem to be undivided or
separated?
Does he respect the white grandma
who raised him or despise her as a racist?
Over the long campaigning months, his uplifting
speeches and (rare) debates and interviews have at different times adopted
both sides of these questions, and many others, in what almost amounts to
Orwellian doublespeak. His big nomination speech last week didn't add
much light, and for much the same reason. For example, how long will
it be before he
“clarifies”
what he means by, say, his trumpeted tax cuts?
So let's see if what we can learn about him from other
aspects of his life sheds any light. Views about people are often formed by what they
have achieved in their lives.
But Mr Obama's career before this campaign has thrown
up no accomplishments of note, other than two biographical books that are,
admittedly,
earning him millions of dollars, though more because of his rock-star status
than their content.
He began his working life as something called a
“community worker”, but no-one ever
explains what that means, and if he had left a legacy you can be sure we
would have been told about it.
He then lectured on law at the
University of Chicago Law School but published
not a single piece of academic work, which is most unusual for
someone termed a professor as he apparently was.
He was elected a two-term senator in Illinois with another
term in the federal Senate, but without sponsoring any legislation of
significance.
In the latter forum, his voting record last year
placed him as the
100th most left wing senator out of a hundred.
So you certainly can't evaluate him by his
achievements.
An
“empty gong”?
So how about the people
he mixes with? They say you can judge a man by the company he keeps.
But some of Mr Obama's friends (that we know about) look decidedly
odd.
Racist, America-hating pastors
Jeremiah Wright and Michael Pfleger.
Unrepentant
“Weather Underground”
terrorists Bernardine Dohrn and Bill Ayers - about whom the Obama
campaign is trying to
suppress
this
Youtube video reminding us that Mr Ayers tried to blow up the
Capitol, and
a
fascinating
70-minute interview with Stanley Kurtz about the murky Obama/Ayers
relationship.
Rashid Khalidi, an Israel-hating supporter of Palestinian
terror.
Rashid Khalidi, an Israel-hating supporter of Palestinian
terror.
Property developer, Obama fundraiser and convicted
fraudster
Tony Rezko.
These are the kinds of people he likes to hang out with, so what does that
tell us about the future behaviour and sympathies of a President Obama?
Anyone can make a mistake by choosing a friend who turns out to be a knave.
But six of them? Then, contrast this motley, awkward and embarrassing
coterie of buddies with his intoxicating speeches.
A
“clashing cymbal”?
Extraordinary oratory; flip-flopping policies;
accomplishment-free; dodgy company. That to me is Mr Obama. A
handsome but empty shell which makes a pleasing noise, along the lines
described by St Paul.
But you be the judge. In fact here's a better
idea. Let the American people be the judge this coming November.
The Irish consider Ireland to be the 51st American state
(though not while George W Bush is in charge, obviously) but are unable to
understand either the election process or why the Irish aren't allowed to
vote in it. In this context, the following e-mail has been doing the
rounds in Ireland and parts of the US.
“We here in Ireland can't figure out why you people on the
other side of the Atlantic are even bothering to hold an election in the
United States.
“On one side, you had a pants-wearing female lawyer, married
to another lawyer who can't seem to keep his pants on, who just lost a
long and heated primary against a lawyer, who goes to the wrong church,
and makes friends with convicted fraudsters and unrepentant terrorists,
who is married to yet another lawyer, who doesn't even like the country
her husband wants to run!
“Yet on the other side ... you have a nice old war hero whose
name starts with the appropriate
‘Mc’terminology, married to a good looking younger woman, a blonde babe
who owns a beer distributorship!!
“What on earth are ye lads thinkin' over there in the
colonies!”
In the interests
solely of
prurience and cheap publicity, let me share this photo with you.
It shows a Peruvian
model, dancer and singer called Lacey Zamudio, also known as Leysi
Suarez. She recently got into hot water, but not for her Lady Godiva
impression (“Godiva
was a lady who through Coventry did ride / To show the local gentry there
colour of her hide”).
After all, it's not as if she is
unclothed: look
at that cowboy hat.
No, her sin is that she is using Peru's sacred flag as her
saddle, for which she was recently
arrested and faces charges that, amazingly, could put her in jail
for up to four years for offending patriotic symbols, as this is
apparently a violation of Article 344 of the Peruvian Penal Code. Judicial
hearings
began in August, though she has already said she is
sorry.
When not out riding horses, her main job is singing and
dancing for the all-girl pop-group
Alma Bella, or Beautiful Soul,
which seems to specialise in a lot of
wiggling
female backsides.
When the horse photo
was splashed on the cover of D'Farándula magazine it caused a political
uproar because it was just days before the 187th anniversary of Peru's
independence from Spain, a deeply solemn day in Peru apparently.
Ms Suarez herself believes she was in fact expressing a
patriotic gesture: “I haven’t committed a crime. I love Peru and show
it with my body and soul”.
I'd be on Lady Godiva's side on this one.
Oh, and the rest of that verse? It's from the first
stanza of “The
Engineers' Song”.
“And the only one to notice that Godiva rode a horse
Was
the local dipsomaniac an engineer of course”.
Full disclosure: I am an engineer,
though not from Coventry nor (quite yet) a dipsomaniac.
Only one minor scribbling during the past few weeks when I
have been out of action.
Barack slips away as ‘Obama fatigue’ sets in To: Sunday TimesOnLine Has anyone any idea what "community
worker" and "community service" actually mean? Apparently this is what
Mr Obama did before he became a senator. To me it sounds like just
hanging out.
Mr Obama plays race card
Quote: “They’re going to try to make you afraid of me. ‘He’s
young and inexperienced and he’s got a funny name. And did I mention he’s
black?’”
Barack Hussein Obama plays the
race card.
His message is that those who oppose him, ie Republicans,
do so solely because they are racists,
for surely there can be no other explanation
(such as his obvious incompetence).
I guess that makes me a racist
too.
Mr Dean also plays the race
card
Quote: “We are an inclusive, accepting Party. If you look at folks
of colour, and even women, they're more successful in the Democratic Party
than they are in the White, uh, excuse me, in the [laughs] Republican
Party.”
Howard Dean, failed Democratic
presidential nominee in 2004,
plays the race card so beloved of Democrats,
by suggesting the Republicans are the “White Party”.
I guess he never heard of Colin
Powell or Condoleeza Rice,
George Bush’s notorious – in the sneering words of Harry Belafonte in 2002 –
“house
niggers”.
McCain smart remark
Quote:
“As you may know, not long ago a couple of hundred
thousand Berliners made a lot of noise for my opponent. I'll take
the roar of 50,000 Harleys any day.”
Republican US presidential hopeful Senator John McCain
disparages Barack Obama's huge rally of Germans in Berlin,
at a McCain rally in South Dakota
of all-American Harley-Davidson motorcycle fans
Quote:
“You need to get your
butts moving out of New Orleans.”
Mayor Ray Nagin of New Orleans
prior to the arrival of Hurricane Gustav
- - - - - - - R U S S I A N I M P E R I A L
I S M - - - - - - -
Quote: “This is not 1968, and the invasion of Czechoslovakia, where
Russia can invade its neighbour, occupy a capital, overthrow a government
and get away with it. Things have changed.”
Condoleezza Rice on military
clashes between Russia and Georgia.
Sadly, I don’t think she’s
right.
As argued above,
Russia is attempting to revert to its Czarist norm
of capturing and subjugating neighbouring countries.
Unless the West is prepared to
vigorously resist this trend,
such behaviour will become faits accomplis.
- - - - - - - C H I N A - - - -
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Quote: “I don’t think
any other country in the world, apart from North Korea, could get
such a quality of performance from its actors as we did.”
Zhang Yimou, a
well-known filmmaker,
in Southern Weekend,
a Chinese newspaper,
on the Olympics opening ceremony, which he directed.
Ah yes, the beauty of
Communist totalitarianism.
You can tell people what to do, and by God they do it.
None of that uppity back-chat you get in a depraved democracy.
- - - - - - - I R E L A N D - - - - - - -
Quote:
“A second referendum on the Lisbon Treaty will
‘ultimately’
be required.”
Dick Roche, Ireland's Minister of State for European Affairs,
expresses his profound contempt for the Irish electorate,
the ultimate repository of Irish sovereignty,
for its temerity in voting down the Lisbon Treaty
against his advice.
Despairing of the inconvenience of democracy,
this dilettantish Minister thinks the Irish should be forced to keep
re-voting
until they produce the
“right”
answer.
Quote: “There's nothing big or clever about being stupid.”
Irish columnist Donald Clark bemoans
the fact that
people schooled in classics or arts will frequently brag
that they know nothing about science or mathematics.
But scientists or
mathematicians who
confess ignorance of literature or the humanities
are derided as ignorant nerds.
“His arrest is immensely important for victims who
waited too long.”
So
said Serge Brammertz, chief prosecutor
at the International Criminal Court in The Hague, on the arrest of
Radovan Karadzic
after thirteen years on the run. In 1995 he was indicted for genocide, complicity in genocide,
extermination,
murder, killing and persecution between 1991 and 1995
in Bosnia, where he led the Serbian campaign
to destroy and partition the country
and drive most non-Serbs out of territory claimed by Serbs.
In only my second month of blogging, back in the halcyon
days of 2002, I wrote a
post about the two indicted, on-the-run Serbian war criminals
Ratko Mladic and his boss Mr Karadzic. Both had
once been big bosses amongst their fellow Bosnian Serbs: Mladic a senior
army general and Karadzic the president. During that summer, between
long periods of lethargy, the
Nato-led SFOR stabilisation
mission was having one of its periodic bouts of activity when it would
pretend to search for the two fugitives in the mountains of Serbia and
Bosnia, the Serbs would pretend not to obstruct them, and the media would
use the story to brighten up an otherwise news-free silly-season August.
Two years later,
as the indictment saga once again hit the headlines and nothing much had
changed, I regurgitated much of it in a
letter kindly published by the Irish Times.
I
pointed out that being indicted is itself a lifetime sentence whether or not
you are captured. You have, effectively, been charged, tried, found guilty and then
sentenced to a miserable life-long punishment of fugitivism. This is all
done, in absentia, via the presentation of unchallenged evidence to a
faceless committee operating behind closed doors, and without your ever having the chance to put up a defence
or even knowing the details of what exactly you are being accused of.
Your
only way out, if you can call it that, is to present yourself for trial
to the tribunal that has indicted you and hope that the terms of your
imprisonment are shorter than the lifetime sentence you are otherwise
serving as a fugitive.
As an indictee, a life of constant hiding and harassment - real or
imagined - lies ahead, spent in mountain hideaways, secret chalets, unknown
monasteries, anonymous villages, faceless towerblocks, with no end in sight.
Despite how many ill-gotten millions you may have squirreled away, they will
not provide much fun -
no
sunny holidays,
no shopping trips to Harrods,
no celebrity blondes,
no Caribbean cruises with
adored grandchildren,
no obsequious
appearances on TV or in Hello! or OK!
magazines,
no meals in
world-class restaurants,
no champagne
receptions,
no ringside (or any) seats at international
concerts and events,
no meetings with the great and the good.
In
fact, the only thing your money is good for is to pay your bodyguards.
Mr Karadzic reportedly had
eighty of them when he began his career as a fugitive after he was
indicted in July 1995; by the end of the decade this was down to
forty. Sometime around 2000, hiding his face behind a magnificent disguise of
chunky spectacles and mountainous white hair and beard, he decided to pursue
a new profession as some kind of new-age faith-healer, a trade not known for
high income levels. His bodyguards were gone, he lived in a modest flat on
the outskirts of Belgrade, rode public transport and consumed things like
yoghurt, fruit, cheap Serbian wine, dried beans, fish-meal. When
finally arrested aboard a bus, he was off on holiday somewhere with just €600 in his bag.
Clearly his big money was gone. I don't know what a Bosnian bodyguard
costs, but I would guess around $20,000 a year, which would mean he spent
some $2m on them between 1995 and 2000. So, whatever his other crimes,
he does not appear to have filched money at anything like the same rate as many
other dissolute political leaders.
What we now see of the experiences of Mr Karadzic bears out
what seemed pretty self-evident six years ago, at least to me. From
the moment that the International Criminal Court, or equivalent body,
decides to indict someone, which it does unilaterally though only for the
most heinous of crimes, that person's life is effectively over. He
must either spend his remaining years
as a fugitive
haemorrhaging money until it is all gone
or else serve
the decades-long sentence that the court will inevitably hand down - an
acquittal is unthinkable.
These stark alternatives - fugitivism or captivity -
confront every recent indictee I can think of, some now liberated through
death.
Idi Amin,
brutal, murderous, ethnic-cleansing dictator of Uganda, who spent his
last 24 years hiding away in those renowned funspots, Libya and Saudi
Arabia.
Manuel Noriega,
brutal, murderous drug-dealing dictator of Panama, languishing in an American jail
since 1989.
Augusto
Pinochet, brutal, murderous dictator of Chile, who spent his last eight
years miserably confined to his house in Santiago after a Spanish judge
nearly engineered his arrest for murder and torture during a visit to
Margaret Thatcher in England.
Charles Taylor,
brutal, murderous, war-mongering dictator of Liberia, unexpectedly extradited from
his bolthole in Nigeria and now awaiting trial in The Hague, followed no
doubt by a life sentence.
Goran Hadzic, a
brutal, murderous Croatian-born Serb
indicted in 2004 for ethnic cleansing, imprisonment, torture and/or
extermination of non-Serbs in the Krajina area of eastern Croatia.
Omar al-Bashir,
brutal, murderous current dictator of Sudan,
indicted just last month for the genocide, systematic rape and
ethnic cleansing that is still going on in Darfur; he will never dare
leave his wretched country again.
And
of course, there's Ratko Mladic,
the brutal, murderous Bosnian Serb army general who, in addition to many
other crimes, oversaw the massacre of
6,000 men and boys at Srebenica, whilst reporting to his buddy Mr
Karadzic. With his big-boss phase long over, he is now in his fourteenth
boring year as a fugitive. Because he used to be a
military man, he probably still has quite a following among his erstwhile
soldiers, who doubtless continue to provide physical protection but with
less drain on personal resources than Mr Karadzic could manage. So he might
last a decade or so longer, but he too will one day fall captive into a prosecutor's arms,
unless he simply dies prematurely due to stress, as did Slobodan Milosevic
in 2006 during his own war-crimes trial.
Either way, Gen Mladic's life has, thanks to the indictment,
long been over; he is irrevocably locked into the trajectory from big-boss
to fugitive to captive. He is certainly not
“getting away with murder as his many victims might feel.
The latest Olympiad, to be held in Beijing, begins,
auspiciously, on Friday 8th August 2008, better expressed as 8/8/8, to
reflect the root of its auspiciousness in Chinese lore. Single digit
numbers are always special for the Chinese, and the more the better, but
eight is the most special of all. This is because In Cantonese it is
pronounced Bah, in Mandarin Fah, and the word forms part of the expression
for
“get wealthy”.
That's the reason I will be attending a nephew's wedding that day, the date
selected because he is half Chinese, and (like the rest of us) hopes to
“get wealthy”
thanks to 8/8/8.
In this context, I was astonished to learn recently of the
story of a Roman merchant vessel from the second century BC, whose wreck was
discovered in 1901 by divers off the Greek island of Antikythera. It
turned out to be stuffed full of Greek treasures, artefacts and bronze
statuary, which in due course made their way to the National Archaeological
Museum in Athens.
Some months later, an indiscriminate lump of metal split
apart, to reveal some small precision gear-wheels and mysterious, indistinct
inscriptions. This was clearly a machine of some sort. But its
state of deterioration prevented anyone from properly understanding it,
until the advent of 21st century technology in the form of 3D X-Rays and
modern IT, combined with astronomical expertise and classical Greek
scholarship, allowed its secrets to be delicately prised open.
The Antikythera mechanism turns out to be a clockwork driven
clock, which is astounding enough for a device over two thousand years old,
but it's not just any old clock.
Its
intricate gears with hundreds of tiny teeth and epicyclical trajectories
betray its true function as a mechanical astronomic computer which uses the
predicted movement of the stars and planets to calculate time and dates.
An animated, functioning copy has been reconstructed on a
virtual (computerised) basis, allowing it to be rotated and viewed on a
screen from every angle and in great detail. Don Unwin, a master
instrument-maker of historic clocks has been commissioned to build a working
physical replica, and is clearly excited at the prospect.
The original had two calendar functions which have attracted
particular attention, with separate sub-dials on the face of the clock from
which the ancients could read off the information.
The first would
tell them when the next lunar and solar ellipses were due in a manner
that would remain valid for up to fifteen centuries.
The second dial
traced a four-year cycle. While this had no astronomical or
scientific purpose, it had a profound cultural meaning, for the Olympic
games were conducted then as now on a quadrennial basis. However,
since they had to begin on the full Moon closest to the summer solstice,
expertise in astronomy was needed to calculate the timing required. The
games continued for over a millennium until the the Christian Roman
emperor Theodosius I banned them in 394
AD, to be resurrected only in 1896, just five years before the
Antikythera wreck was discovered.
Those involved in unscrambling what amounts to a mechanical
computer built by the ancient Greeks describe it as
“a complicated model doing complicated and extremely
sophisticated things in a design which is pure genius”.
In the latest issue of Nature magazine you can find an
article explaining the work done to date. But there is an even
better, utterly compelling video
here, as we approach the
“get wealthy”
Olympic date of 8/8/8.
Amongst the tragedy and misery of the 9/11
outrage, one particular act of incredible, selfless courage stood
out. When United
Airlines Flight 93, flying out of New Jersey,
was forced by Islamic suicide hijackers to U-turn from its
trajectory to San Francisco and start heading back towards the White
House, the passengers realised what was happening, because over
their mobile phones they had learnt about the the two planes which
had already been flown into the Twin Towers.
The hijackers on Flight 93
had already killed one passenger and wounded the flight crew.
But rather than cower in fear and wait for the
“inevitable” to happen, they got together and took action
in the American way.
A hitherto nondescript IT account manager,
Todd Beamer, became a heroic leader. He and a hastily
assembled team of other passengers launched a counter attack
on the hijackers, which successfully aborted the White House
mission, but at the price of crash-landing in a field in
Pennsylvania with everyone on board killed. Just before the
fateful
attack, Todd Beamer was overheard on a mobile phone shouting
“Let's roll!”. This later later became a battle
cry for those fighting Al-Qaeda, inspiring thousands all over the
world - civilians and
military alike - to fight back against evil-doers, to this day.
One of those was undoubtedly Jake in England. A
couple of years ago I
wrote about
this baby-faced then 12-year-old who, when a 95-kilo thug in a balaclava
demanded his mobile phone and threw a punch, delivered to Mr
Balaclava a broken nose
instead. Young Jake, who turned out to be a karate brown-belt,
in his own
“Let's roll!” moment dodged the punch
and landed a kick squarely on his assailant's nose, which cracked
loudly. The man ran away in pain. Shamefully however the
police said he should have meekly handed over his phone.
Sadly, Todd Beamer's heroic example does not seem to have
permeated to all parts of Canada. Last week a 40-year-old
passenger on a Greyhound bus in western Canada calmly
murdered the 19-year-old man sitting beside him.
Garnet Caton, one of 35 other passengers aboard the bus ,
describes what happened -
“We heard this bloodcurdling scream and turned
around, and the guy was standing up, stabbing this guy repeatedly,
like 40 or 50 times ... When he was attacking him, he was calm ...
like he was at the beach. There was no rage or anything. He
was just like a robot stabbing the guy.”
From reports, it is apparent that the
35 other passengers calmly allowed the killer
to proceed with his grisly business unmolested,
but then stampeded off the bus in terror at the first opportunity.