Monthly Archives: October 2014

Until the Dawn’s Light

If you survived the Holocaust, you haven’t truly experienced it.

It was the above paradox that struck me the hardest during yesterday’s seminar and, after reading the text, it wasn’t a surprise to me why Appelfeld couldn’t talk about what happened in WWII directly, even if he hadn’t “truly experienced it”. It was easy enough to assume there was a parallel between the Adolf in the story and how he behaved and the Adolf that went down in history for mass genocide and tyranny. It’s hard to believe that it was purely coincidence that the boy Adolf punched at school, named Ernst, for being annoying, was Jewish. This book holds a thick undertone of eerie foreshadowing of what would come in the years after this story takes place.

But what bothered me further on a more personal level was the topic of assimilation that was also brought up in seminar yesterday. It is a particularly predominant issue today, even if we don’t think of it as such in a country like Canada that promotes multiculturalism. I often find that my relatives in Asia are surprised when they find out I can speak Mandarin Chinese fluently, as if being Canadian automatically means that I am incapable of doing so; they’re pleased when I tell them I still hold many Chinese traditions close to heart; they’re almost offended that even though I believe in tradition, I still believe in modernism too (“Nose ring? Tattoo? What kind of young Chinese woman are you?” some of them have said [to my face]).

I know it’s worse in other parts of the world, and has been detrimental in the past for many groups of ethnic people. There are some who, in the 21st century, still feel that their culture is embarrassing, and some who are forced into believing that their culture is equivalent to shame. I don’t know what I would do if I were in Blanca’s shoes; my cultural identity is important to me and I’ve always believed that assimilation was not an option, but then again, Blanca and I live in vastly different worlds. Some describe assimilation as merely “washing out” culture; I believe it leans more towards “scrubbing a ‘stain’ clean”. In the text, assimilation goes beyond washing, scrubbing, scouring, bleaching, or any other related cleaning technique; in the text, to assimilate is to attempt to rewrite a history of peoples as if they never existed.

“I’m kind of a big deal,” boasted Book XII of The Republic.

Book XXI of The Republic has every right to brag about its “street cred” for a number of reasons:

  1. The Allegory of the Cave. It’s so famous that they stuck it in a movie with Keanu Reeves (and that philosophers have been studying it for centuries because it’s one of the most intriguing ideas about how humans have lived their lives, but let’s give Keanu Reeves a bit of limelight this time around).
  2. It explains what intelligence is, what it isn’t, and who is able to possess this intelligence so that it betters society.
  3. It describes what is able to help educate certain people to be able to possess such intelligence.

As Book XII opens, Socrates’s goal is to explain how the standard human is educated.

Picture this: a cave with a small entrance to the outside world at one end, a fire in the middle, and the wall of the cave at the other end. There are several people stuck in a cave, strapped into chairs so that they can only see straight ahead of themselves at the wall of the cave, and have been like that since childhood.

By the fire there are people with shadow-puppets, putting on a show and allowing the light of the fire to project what is being displayed to the cave people. It’s understandable that whatever these shadows are presenting, whether they be nonsense or not, the citizens of the cave firmly believe that THAT is the essence of truth because it is all they’ve ever known. In the absolute reality, these shadows only give us a sliver of what is true; all that is intelligible is actually outside the cave where the cave people have not dwelled.

Now let’s say that one of the cave people breaks free and sees everything that’s around him/her: the others strapped in chairs, the fire, the puppets, and the glimmer of light coming from the other end of the cave. This person will be confused, lost, and his eyes (a metaphor for the mind) will have a hard time adjusting to the change. The person wanders  bit more and finally makes it out of the cave, stares up at the sun – the form of true goodness – and is blinded. Most would flee back into the cave, back into the safety and security of the shadows, and forget all about knowing the forms, which is why Socrates believes it is only those who are capable and courageous enough *cough philosophers cough* of scrapping all that they have known that are able to make the transition from darkness into light.

And let’s not forget about the journey from light back into darkness. Say the used-to-be cave person is actually (and conveniently) a philosopher and has absorbed the pain of knowledge and light. What about the others in the cave? Perhaps he may venture back into the cave to try and convince the others of what he now knows, but the others, still strapped in their seats, will believe the used-to-be cave person is absurd. Even more so, if the other cave dwellers break free, after hearing of the light outside, they would most likely kill the used-to-be for disrupting the peace inside the cave. Ouch.

Socrates notes that it isn’t uncommon for the used-to-be cave people to seem a bit… loony. As much as it is hard to believe that what we believe we know might not actually mean anything at all in the world of the forms, in turn, it must also be hard for someone accustomed to the light to come back to the darkness to try to make sense of the silly shadows on the cave wall.

Therefore, education isn’t like soup; you don’t just top yourself up when you need more. Education, in Socrates’s eyes, is the strive to understand true reality. The capacity to think is already there, but the ability to understand is often directed towards the shadows.

Socrates then goes on to talk about things that benefit such education, such as geometry, calculation and dialectic. Dialectic study (a fancy shmancy word that describes an argument where multiple people voice their opinions in hopes of reaching a truth) in particular holds favour in the path to enlightenment; a dialectic person is able to understand the being of something, its true form, whereas someone who isn’t dialectic only (supposedly) knows what something is, which could very well be a shadow.

Chew on this: what if someone told you that blue wasn’t actually the colour blue?

Who’s stuck in the cave now? Not Keanu Reeves in the meme at the beginning of this post, apparently.