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Xenophobia

The height of xenophobia - remember this face?


Last month, Scotland elected 37-year-old Humza Haroon Yousaf of Pakistani origin as the head of their government. A few months before that, the United Kingdom elected Rishi Sunak as their Prime Minister. Sunak’s parents are Indians – Punjabis, to be precise. Kamala Harris, vice president of the USA, has Indian roots too.

Can someone like that – a person of Italian origin, say – become India’s Prime Minister?

Is it hypocrisy or xenophobia that prevents India from being more open towards diverse cultures and races? Both, I guess.

Our hypocrisy is phenomenal. We pretend to be everything that we are not. The leader will be preaching tolerance and love for all people while his followers are attacking places of worship belonging to other religions. The same leader will be preaching about morality in politics while his mentor is engaged in buying MLAs and MPs belonging to other parties.

This post is not about our hypocrisy, I remember. The Blogchatter A2Z challenge is drawing to a close and this post is on the letter X. Xenophobia, it is.

Our xenophobia is even more phenomenal than our hypocrisy. We dread people who are different. Not just those from other countries. We are scared of our own people who speak different languages, who have different cultures, and who eat different foods. The same leader mentioned above is now busy pulverizing diversities. One nation, one culture, one religion, one language… One man’s reign too.

Is it xenophobia or dictatorship? Some say it is narcissism. The truth is it’s a mix of many things. Life isn’t a simple affair. When you conclude it is dictatorship, nationalism pops it head. The next moment you wonder whether it is xenophobia or ghetto mentality. Complex. As complicated as life can be. Great people are like that: they don’t fit in simple frameworks.

Let us focus on xenophobia for the sake of A2Z.

Some detailed research has been carried out about little children’s fear of the unfamiliar. Babies are scared of strangers, unfamiliar faces, unknown smells, foreign languages, and even strange accents of their own languages. “We are all born xenophobes,” says Rutger Bregman speaking about the research in his book, Humankind. We are free to grow up, of course.

But some refuse to grow up. They stick to their childish fears of the differences. They want everything to be similar to what they are used to: same language, same food, same gods… Essentially, xenophobia is a form of insecurity feeling.

Just imagine a man on whom the country spends nearly Rs 2 crore every day for his security. When this man chooses to move out of his residence, it becomes a greater burden on the taxpayer. His security motorcade consists of several armoured luxury vehicles, two Mercedes-Benz ambulances, apart from his own Mercedes-Maybach S650 Guard which is a-fort-not-a-car. In spite of all that security, imagine the man feeling insecure! That insecurity is the pinnacle of xenophobia. When he was a little child, someone scared him saying that people belonging to a particular community are dangerous. And he is yet to overcome that fear.

The roots of xenophobia are as silly as that.

Psychology tells us that xenophobia usually overlaps with forms of prejudice against certain people who are perceived as outsiders. The typical signs of xenophobia include: [From verywellmind.com]

  • Feeling uncomfortable around people who fall into a different group
  • Going to great lengths to avoid particular areas
  • Refusing to be friends with people solely due to their skin color, mode of dress, or other external factors
  • Difficulty taking a supervisor seriously or connecting with a teammate who does not fall into the same racial, cultural, or religious group

The site from where I plagiarized the above bullet points goes on to say that “People who express xenophobia typically believe that their culture or nation is superior, want to keep immigrants out of their community, and may even engage in actions that are detrimental to those who are perceived as outsiders.”

The site also suggests solutions. Go out and meet those people whom you are scared of. Broaden your experience with them. They are usually not as wicked as you have imagined. Confront your fears. Many of them may be imaginary. Also make a conscious effort to understand your xenophobic thoughts and feelings. Replace them with more realistic ones.

There are more solutions. But if your xenophobia is politically motivated, then none of the solutions work! 


PS. This post is part of #BlogchatterA2Z 2023

Previous Post: Wherefore art thou?

Coming up tomorrow [the penultimate post in this series]: Yesterdays

 

 

 

Comments

  1. Tom, I agree with every word you say. You have said it aloud and I really appreciate your courage. Yes these are dark days for our country. You have explained the Xenophobia that envelops us so eloquently.

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    1. It was interesting that the Man agreed to meet Christian bishops in Kerala the other day. A strategy no doubt. The community that is affected most by his xenophobia still stays out of his horizon.

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  2. Ooof 2 Crore! Everyday? You know, of course i thought it was a mistake when he was elected but when you put it into numbers and financially....What a colossal blunder... What a waste

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    1. Add the other crores spent on publicity and propaganda. And there's a lot more. His sartorial preferences, cuisine, fondness for exotic things... He has made history already!

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  3. I agree with every word of yours except for tracing the roots of origin of Kamala Harris and Sunak. We Indians have to stop dragging them in our group. They are not Indians! They are first generation of that particular country and detest being classified as Indians. I have cousins and friends who have gotten Canadian and American citizenship and they refused to be called Indians. Yes we are xenophobic and everyone else is. The way most Europeans treat us brown skinned people is really shameful. I have experienced it first hand.

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    1. I'm not dragging them, dear doc. History is dragging them into politics. It's all downright silly. Brown skin and yellow skin, Michael Jackson's longing for white skin, my desire to leave India...

      Have you experienced Racism in India? Come back now and experience it. You will be a better writer.

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  4. Hari OM
    Well said, that man. Here in the UK, it is not without irony that we have a minister of SE Asian origin, bearing a Jewish name who is proving to be one of the worst of xenophobic practitioners ever in our government. She wishes to spurn and deport all those pesky refugees because "they do not share 'our' values..." 🤨 Dunno whose values she is referring to, but I know she doesn't come anywhere near the values I hold! We are of a mind on this, you and I. YAM xx

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    1. Whose values, which values... I don't understand why people don't understand.

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  5. Ironically Xenophobia rules during globalisation!

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  6. Sir, I agree to every word you've said. Forever waiting for Ache din...will it ever come?

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    1. Achche din is an election strategy as Amit Shah said. Jumla.

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  7. Xenophobia ! A wonderful write up. Learnt a lot about this word today. Had heard of it and the context it can be used in, but reading your post made it easier to understand

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  8. Today's my post relates somewhat with yours. we develop learned helplessness and because of this we cannot see things that are true. We become frog of the well where as universe has expanded. I liked the resent post of Sundar Pichai he said "It is important to take risks"....indeed we should give a try to our own capabilities which we have in our minds and check whether they are right or not. A very enlightening post.

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    1. So happy that you mention the frog in the well and the vastness of the universe. My next post is going to touch that theme though tangentially.

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  9. There's nothing to disagree in this post. We pretend to be everything that we are not. And definitely none of the solutions for xenophobia can work for a person whose xenophobia is politically motivated. Our rulers are driving their followers to embrace that kind of xenophobia only. Underneath their success in this regard lies the doom of this nation.

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    1. It's so sad that the success of our leaders is the failure of the nation!

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