Happy New Year, everyone. Yes, I know it’s January 13, but
this is my first Writers Who Kill blog for the year, so it still feels like a new year. For those who
make resolutions, there’s probably a 50/50 chance you’re keeping all of them. And
for those who celebrate the new year using other calendars: Chinese, Hebrew,
Hirji, and so many others I have no clue about, I don’t apologize for my
celebration of the Gregorian calendar. Nor do I put my version of keeping track
of time ahead of yours. It is, however, the way I see the world.
This “how I see the world” is important to understanding how
deeply buried our preconceived notions can be. And when we turn to the author
business of creating characters, we must also keep in mind that people act from
their beliefs, regardless of facts.
Taking calendars as an example, embedded in my use of the Gregorian
calendar is Christianity. In its original form, the current calendar year would
be referred to as AD 2019. The AD comes from the medieval Latin anno Domini, meaning “in the year of our
Lord”, referring to the year attributed to the birth of Jesus Christ. (Scholars
don’t agree on when Jesus was born, but most think it was several years before
the Gregorian calendar starts counting. The Gregorian Calendar is a
modification of the earlier Julian calendar done to more accurately reflect
leap years.)
Sometime during my lifetime, a movement occurred to secularize
naming of years and change AD to CE, which stands for “Common Era.” Turns out,
like many things “I know,” the actual timing of this movement is not as I
remembered. The first reference may have been 1615 used by the astronomer
Johannes Kepler. Scientists were the first adopters.
The Latin equivalent of anno
Domini is ante Cristum natum
(before the birth of Christ). Unlike the AD, which stuck, ADN did not, and many
languages rejected the Latin and substituted the words in their own language. In
English this became Before Christ, shortened to BC and occurring after the
numerical date, so the year before AD 1 is 1 BC. Poor zero never got a chance
to strut his stuff. BC, morphs to BCE (before Common Era) in the secularized
version.
Yet even dressing up dates with the new CE and BCE tags,
does not eliminate their Christian origins. The origins are obfuscated, but no
less present. Scratch the surface the tiniest bit and the Christian origins sparkle
beneath the clothing we’ve put on dates.
People and characters often hold truths that are not
fact-based. My false recollection that the use of CE was introduced during my
lifetime is a small, and probably inconsequential, example. But it does suggest
we need to periodically question the basis of our understandings.
In discussing Trump’s Wall with someone of a more
conservative persuasion than I hold, I referred to the first line in Robert
Frost’s “Mending Wall”:
Something there is that doesn’t love a wall,
I was told I had missed the whole point of the poem, which she
claimed was contained in the last line:
“Good fences make good neighbors.”
And this illustrates our differences more clearly than I
could have earlier articulated: my strong attachment to the poem’s first line,
hers to its last. I argue context: the narrator does NOT agree with the “Good fences make good neighbors.”
statement handed down from neighbor father to neighbor son, spoken reverently
without reflection upon the rationale behind the saying or when it may or may
not be justified.
That, of course, is my point of view and it fits my
personality, I often challenge “truths” to test their limits. My math
background makes me dig for the hidden assumptions that support the “facts.”
Others prefer to follow the well-worn path espoused by those
before them. Testing these known truths is irrational and counterproductive.
The problem with unchallenged misunderstandings in ourselves
or others is they become bedrock truths. I would have great difficulty thinking
that today belongs to the year 5779 (Hebrew Calendar). Conceptually, I
understand it’s just a different number system that mathematically maps calendar
days one-to-one from my current system. No day is lost, none added. It’s a
matter of convenience, I say, and ignore the cultural significance of the
choice.
I often see errors in fact made by people espousing all
shades of political views. When I have specific expertise (usually actuarial or
financial), I’ll often try to provide a correct explanation. This reflection on
the New Year and its cultural bias has made me realize maybe I should have a New Year’s resolution.
I hereby resolve to try to
be more conscious of my inherent biases before touting my opinion.
But, I already know as soon as I enter the world of
Facebook, I’m more likely to find the speck in your eye than the beam in mine.
How long will your resolution last?
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James
M. Jackson authors the Seamus McCree mystery series. Empty Promises, the fifth novel in the series—this one set in the
deep woods of Michigan’s Upper Peninsula—is now available. You can sign up for
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Thanks, Margaret.
ReplyDeleteIf only we all were open to learning about our own thought processes, even the problematic ones. Here's to a new year of curiosity and questing.
ReplyDeleteWhile there are some actual truths (if you drop something in the air, gravity will pull it downward) that seldom extends to political or cultural viewpoints. The ancient Greeks "knew" that women weren't mentally equipped to govern. Europeans in the middle ages "knew" that the earth was flat. I sometimes wonder what we "know" that will be proven erroneous at some point in the future.
ReplyDeleteHappy New Year and did you know …. oops, I may have gotten that from social media vs. knowledge. Either way, what you said makes sense.
ReplyDeleteI will try to keep learning this year.
ReplyDeleteThanks everyone.
ReplyDeleteKathleen -- according to Kurt Vonnegut in Slapstick, or Lonesome No More the current epoch has experienced constant gravity, but it's really a variable and so people have to adjust to high and low gravity days. Hi ho!