25 January 2013

On Police Brutality and Police Theft

By Ganjiki

Multiple reports surface every week of some rogue police activity in our country. Accidental driver gets shot in the foot.  Arbitrary "confiscation" and consumption of informal vendors' property. Theft of wallets and personal property. Receiving "fines" for made-up traffic offences (such as driving too slow in a car park). Private armed escort for politicians, foreign businessmen, and corrupt bureaucrats. And of course the regular brutal beatings (and sometimes slaying) of innocent citizens and surrendered crime suspects. It seems endless what abuses our "law-enforcers-slash-disciplined-force" can cook up. More than half of all of the Solicitor General's defence of claims against the State are police brutality claims.

These are men and women (just keeping feminists and gender equality people happy) who seem to have lost all moral restraint. There's a vacuum in their mindset and conscience. They lack the ability to put themselves in the shoes of their prey. They have no concern for their own and their victims' dignity. Nor for the respectability and the integrity of the office and uniform they occupy. Nor loyalty to their Commissioner (who only last week spoke strongly against such rogue behaviour), the Constabulary, or the Nation. They have no fear of God. No regard for their code of ethics. How they sleep at night I don't know. I suspect they drink themselves to sleep; to shut out the voices of conviction that keep ringing in those heads.

They got into the Uniform for all the wrong reasons (it's just bread and butter). These are toddlers in adult bodies. Worse, the State (WE THE PEOPLE) clothed these toddlers with the vicarious authority to pull-up any vehicle or person simply by waving their colours and displaying their arms. And WE THE PEOPLE agreed to subject ourselves to their authority. We get more than we bargained for.

Toddlers. Babies. Whose world revolve around "ME". They cry for milk, you must give. They hunger, you feed. They thirst, you give water. They hurt, you comfort. They freeze, you warm. They soil their diapers, you must clean them up. They cry, you soothe. They take, you give. That is the nature of infants. Despite adult bodies we lack the emotional intelligence to subject ourselves to codes that should provide restraint. We are a nation of toddlers. And a lot of them wear blue and carry not-toy guns. (A hundred or so sit in Parliament accusing each other of wetting their diapers.)

The problem isn't the training (or lack of) that they get, or a lack of understanding of the law and human rights. That's a scratch above the surface. The real lack is the loss of moral consciousness. And so the real challenge is to "refill" those gaps. The crimes committed are completely identifiable as crimes (theft, assault, unlawful use of firearm, murder), and as blatant evil deeds. Any sane person should be able to tell that the unlawful use of his authority to steal wallets and personal effects is an immoral deed; an attack on basic human decency; even an undermining of his own human dignity as the perpetrator. But it takes a person of exceptional moral strength to resist committing those crimes.

These are men and women who have lost that moral strength. And many involved in talking about social correction wouldn't want the work that's needed to restore such a loss. We'd rather not go that deep. We'd rather a social correction (a fleeting band-aid solution). Or a legal one (guess who will enforce!). Or an academic one (with never-ending papers and opinions). Or a training one (where we try to squeeze a lifetime of lessons into 6 months!). Or a governmental one (where we assume the Minister can flick his fingers for a solution).

We agree that wrong is wrong. It's mostly our solutions to those wrongs that take diverging paths. Maybe they're frustrated with the meagre pay they get. Perhaps coupled with the pressures of life they're driven to such measures for survival? It's understandable. Is it? Lack of training perhaps? Lack of knowledge of human rights? Ever noticed how our behaviour is little affected by what we know? Ignorance of the law? Whatever reason we give, we'll have to settle that ultimately it's the loss of moral strength in these people's souls that gives them no pause against such crimes. And if there is to be any proper solution, it must begin at the core of their moral beliefs. We need to restrore that moral strenght. Everything else will be band-aid.

I know good cops. But for every good cop I know there's probably 50 not-so-good cops. We live in a nation where the sight of an armed policeman or a police land-cruiser with tinted-windows strikes more fear in an ordinary citizen than a lonely drive into a crime-prone suburb. Recall that crawl up your spine as you approach a tinted cop-car? The source of terror is reversed. No longer is it the local "terrorist". It's the law enforcers who are supposed to catch that "terrorist". Drivers don't trust police road checks anymore. Victims of crime dismiss the thought of contacting police as they contemplate how vain such an effort would be. Reports to the internal complaints unit might as well be lottery tickets for a zillion kina.

No. A restoration of proper morals is needed. But there are problems with a moral-restoration approach. It's hard work. And post-modern philosophy would disagree. Post-modern philosophies that subscribe to an amoral universe would say that we should just fix society and these people will adjust with society. But to fix society you have to fix these people. A catch-22. We would have to take the discussion all the way back to the nature of morality and who would give such guidance. And there lies our problem. I could suggest get the Church to counsel these cops. But then the debate will turn to the delusional question of separation of church and State. And of course people would argue that the Church has obviously failed because these cops probably attend church every week and have gotten nowhere. So let's leave it at bandaid level.

So you would suggest get the shrinks and mental disorder experts to counsel them. Bring in the social scientists. Impose the name tags. Name and shame. Step up police discipline. Extend training. Informing human rights. Up their pay. Dock their pay. Demote. Transfer. Recruit smarter people. Remove silly people. Take away the guns. Give them Tramontinas. Take away the vehicles. Give them Landcruisers. Install CCTV everywhere. Bring the Aussies. Bring the Fijians. Send our people to Aussieland. Send them to Fiji. Send them to Iraq. Send them to college. Send them home. Don't send them at all.

Band-aids.

The best solution is usually the hardest.

Ganjiki

10 January 2013

Saving Themselves More than Serving Us

By GANJIKI D WAYNE

A caveat: this is a very general statement. Not every expat is in this boat.

It's possible that people from developed nations (like Australia), who work in developing countries like ours are here because it gives them some sense of meaning and significance. Especially those who serve in the public and charity/community service arena.

Their countries seem to have nothing left to offer them in terms of fulfilling, meaningful, make-a-difference jobs. Because they've generally got it all already. And when you have it all it's easy to become disillusioned and bored with life. Even if they make so much money it cannot satisfy the need to be appreciated for really making the world a better place. The world in their nations is already as "better" as "better" can be.

You'll have a clue about the famine in gratified lives by seeing the massive charity-industry that goes on in developed nations. A TV commercial break is dominated with ads by charity organizations trying to convince people to donate and make a difference. It seems like they have to do some charity if they are to truly live fulfilled lives (and I have no problems with that).

Maybe calling their world "developed" is not such a good thing. Not mentioning their sets of problems, the term possibly gives them a sense of having "arrived". And there seems nothing left to do. Except maintain the status quo. Who was it that said "The only other direction left to take once you've reached the top, is down"? So you just have to maintain. And maintaining can get pretty boring.

Unlike us they don't have as many bridges to build or roads to construct. Nor Aid posts and health centres. Nor airstrips. Nor water supply or electrify or sanitary needs. Half the population probably doesn't care what happens in government because their lives are sufficient. They (though not all) only occasionally respond to highly controversial matters. Life is good there it seems.

I even heard an expatriate say it in front of me. "Being in PNG gives me a sense of significance." I thought "how sad!" And he was a very successful partner in a business in his home country. Before he came to PNG he spent some time in another foreign country where he felt a significant "loss of status" because no one knew him and no one seemed to appreciate him.

We all long for a meaningful life. And we pursue it in different ways. Many think to be professionally successful will satisfy them. I heard of a wealthy man once saying "If I knew that even at this place I'd be this empty, I wouldn't have walked this path." And here we are trying to reach the rich-and-famous status when everywhere around there's evidence that it's really a very empty place. Perhaps at the top there's nothing there.

Maybe that vacuum in people's hearts is filled somewhat when they come and "serve" in our country. If so then maybe it's countries like PNG that's actually saving people from developed nations who are sliding into depression because what they do there doesn't really count anymore. Maybe they carry themselves around with such importance here because back home they're not important anymore. Someone has replaced them. Or they've outjobbed themselves. Or the fruits just don't bear anymore. And their governments must send them to countries like ours otherwise they'll have a depressed workforce at home.

Being in countries like ours is possibly a lifesaver. They might say they like being here because it's a great country. But maybe they're just here because it makes them feel great.

Of course as I said not all expatriates are here because of this reason. But those who are fall in possibly two categories. First those who recognize that reality and will admit it (like my expatriate acquaintance). Secondly those who don't recognize it and might deny it. They haven't really asked themselves yet why they're here.

Anyway if that's the reason you're here in PNG then on behalf of my forever-developing but very meaningful nation: "You're welcome!".

And for us at home. Let's be grateful that we do have a long way to go.

Heavenise day!

GDW

01 January 2013

What is time?

What is time?
Mere measure of the length of each our stays
In our brackets in eternity
The length of each our songs
playing at different tempos
To different melodies
With different lyrics
The clock has fooled us
Time doesn't restart, won't refresh
It doesn't do laps, but marathons and sprints
These few minutes of my song,
In which I pen these words,
I'll never recover...ever
My song has no pause, no fast forward
Worse still, no rewind
It started, and soon it will end
Alas I shall find, there's no replay
I find us celebrating a mere progress of our song
If time was not made easier to tell
By clocks and calendars
Would we notice its progress?
Would we give reflection
And make resolutions?
What is time?
But mere reminder of our mortality
The tester of our values
Revealer of vulnerabilities
Screamer of our delays
Permitter of our growth and decay
The salt of our longings and nostalgias
We wade through our song
Oblivious to time's ultimate closure
What is time?
A seeker of the end
Its own end
Our song's end...

Ganjiki D Wayne
1/1/13




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