Skip to main content

The Subhuman Social Media

Illustration by Copilot Designer


I disabled Facebook on my phone yesterday. There’s too much vulgarity, subhuman crudity, on it. And the first thing I read this morning was a Malayalam weekly – Samakalika Malayalam from the Indian Express group – whose editorial lamented the treatment meted out on social media to Dr M Leelavathi, renowned Malayalam writer. Leelavathi refused to celebrate her 98th birthday because she said she was distressed by the pictures of innocent children dying of human-made hunger in Gaza. She was trolled by the Hindu right wing in Kerala for saying that.

The editorial mentioned above requests the “Hindutva handles” to leave alone Leelavathi. If Kerala’s beloved poet and educationist was moved to tears by the sight of little children behaving like insane creatures as soon as they espy some food, it only reveals the deep humanity that sustained her poetry as well as her world vision.

The editorial went on to mention that 20,000 children were killed by Israel in the last 23 months. 30,000 are seriously wounded. Prof Leelavathi said that all the children in the world are like her own children. That reveals the magnanimity of her heart. If the Hindutva people of Kerala are moved to so much hatred as to insult her with trolls and crude comments, what is the standard of Hindutva? This is the question that the editorial raises.

The dehumanisation and desensitisation that is conspicuous in the social media are disconcerting. People are viewed not as people anymore but as labels, stereotypes, or enemies. Historically, genocides relied on this kind of dehumanising labels. First you reduce people to certain labels such as ‘invaders’, ‘traitors’, ‘Jihadi’, ‘libtard’, ‘commie’, etc, and then eliminate them using means like mob lynching or even governmental measures.

Social media has no heart. It turns images of bombings, killings, and poverty into memes. The pain of the victims is thus trivialised. Memes throw a blanket over pain. Memes mock the victims indirectly. Worse, graphic videos of fights and humiliation are converted into entertainment on social media. Attacking the enemy is perceived as fun there. Violence becomes entertainment.

The worst is perhaps the normalisation of vulgarity. Crude jokes and insults flood the space. Civility is out of place there. Everyone seems to be adapted to the very low standards of discourse there.

When a government itself is founded on hatred and an ideology that encourages genocidal actions, we cannot expect rules to be implemented for containing this pathetic situation in the social media. Maybe, those who run these media can implement an algorithm reform. Instead of amplifying the vulgar and hate-filled comments and memes, platforms could prioritise constructive engagement and balanced perspectives. I hope those who run the various social media platforms wake up and do something about this problem.

Comments

  1. Hari Om
    Indeed, there is a reason I have very limited communications tools that I use.

    It is a peculiarity of the human psyche that we look for tribes to which we can belong. As is the case 'in real life', online it is the loudest voices who are dominant. Anger which starts out as being minimal and centred only on the individual's life is given ground on which to grow and twist. Tropes become the language without any true belief, because it suits the lazy thinking that so many prefer. We look for those who we can emulate, regardless of morals. To follow a higher level of behaviour, to rise above the crowd, takes courage and effort. Heaven forbid we should tire ourselves out swimming against the tide... and anyway, I can hide behind the ether and let loose my venom, getting my cheap thrills...

    This is the mentality now. Deplorable. YAM xx

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Deplorable indeed. This tribe of people is increasing day by day. That's alarming. I used to think that people of Kerala were more sensible. I'm proved wrong. Right wing politics seems to have the same vicious impact everywhere.

      Delete
    2. Thanks for the link in your comment. That's a scholarly look at the issue.

      Delete
  2. Sir, I think the media is just media... people who uses it to gain fame and earn money create contents and people who think that is entertaining views it and makes it a trend. In general, we are moving towards a world where nothing matters emancipated by a cult of people that needs socio-cultural phycological correction!!! I see the George Orwell's 1984 in action in fact.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Orwellian dystopia is already here. Too many Big Brothers!

      Delete
  3. Suffering from a strong cold, I did not look at the WhatsApp yesterday. I stopped looking at the Facebook, four years ago. Even before that, I hardly entered it. In Social Media, the Deplorable becomes the Normal.. Anesthetization. I have sent you a YouTube Link on Modi's Royal B'day gift to those of his opponents in the Media. Like Leelavathi, I dare not waste anything in my plate. Even the last grains of rice, gravy snd the curry leaves... The image of the Gaza children, licking the wheat dust in the food truck haunts me and those who get shot at the food centres run by the UN.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Such scenes as you mention are heart- wrenching. Those who are moved to cruel comments by them can't be human though they claim to be religious and patriotic.

      Hope your cold is under control.

      Delete
  4. This reminds me of an old joke. It referred to TV, but I think it applies. "Why is it called a medium? Because it's neither rare nor well-done."

    ReplyDelete

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

The Adventures of Toto as a comic strip

  'The Adventures of Toto' is an amusing story by Ruskin Bond. It is prescribed as a lesson in CBSE's English course for class 9. Maggie asked her students to do a project on some of the lessons and Femi George's work is what I would like to present here. Femi converted the story into a beautiful comic strip. Her work will speak for itself and let me present it below.  Femi George Student of Carmel Public School, Vazhakulam, Kerala Similar post: The Little Girl

Don Bosco

Don Bosco (16 Aug 1815 - 31 Jan 1888) In Catholic parlance, which flows through my veins in spite of myself, today is the Feast of Don Bosco. My life was both made and unmade by Don Bosco institutions. Any great person can make or break people because of his followers. Religious institutions are the best examples. I’m presenting below an extract from my forthcoming book titled Autumn Shadows to celebrate the Feast of Don Bosco in my own way which is obviously very different from how it is celebrated in his institutions today. Do I feel nostalgic about the Feast? Not at all. I feel relieved. That’s why this celebration. The extract follows. Don Bosco, as Saint John Bosco was popularly known, had a remarkably good system for the education of youth.   He called it ‘preventive system’.   The educators should be ever vigilant so that wrong actions are prevented before they can be committed.   Reason, religion and loving kindness are the three pillars of that syste...

Relatives and Antidepressants

One of the scenes that remain indelibly etched in my memory is from a novel of Malayalam writer O V Vijayan. Father and little son are on a walk. Father tells son, “Walk carefully, son, otherwise you may fall down.” Son: “What will happen if I fall?” Father: "Relatives will laugh.” I seldom feel comfortable with my relatives. In fact, I don’t feel comfortable in any society, but relatives make it more uneasy. The reason, as I’ve understood, is that your relatives are the last people to see any goodness in you. On the other hand, they are the first ones to discover all your faults. Whenever certain relatives visit, my knees buckle and the blood pressure shoots up. I behave quite awkwardly. They often describe my behaviour as arising from my ego, which used to be a oversized in yesteryear. I had a few such visitors the other day. The problem was particularly compounded by their informing me that they would be arriving by about 3.30 pm and actually reaching at about 7.30 pm. ...

Coffee can be bitter

The dawns of my childhood were redolent of filtered black coffee. We were woken up before the birds started singing in the lush green village landscape outside home. The sun would split the darkness of the eastern sky with its splinter of white radiance much after we children had our filtered coffee with a small lump of jaggery. Take a bite of the jaggery and then a sip of the coffee. Coffee was a ritual in our home back then. Perhaps our parents believed it would jolt our neurons awake and help us absorb our lessons before we set out on the 4-kilometre walk to school after all the morning rituals at home. After high school, when I left home for further studies at a distant place, the ritual of the morning coffee stopped. It resumed a whole decade later when I completed my graduation and took up a teaching job in Shillong. But I had lost my taste for filtered coffee by then; tea took its place. Plain tea without milk – what is known as red tea in most parts of India. Coffee ret...

The Real Enemies of India

People in general are inclined to pass the blame on to others whatever the fault.  For example, we Indians love to blame the British for their alleged ‘divide-and-rule’ policy.  Did the British really divide India into Hindus and Muslims or did the Indians do it themselves?  Was there any unified entity called India in the first place before the British unified it? Having raised those questions, I’m going to commit a further sacrilege of quoting a British journalist-cum-historian.  In his magnum opus, India: a History , John Keay says that the “stock accusations of a wider Machiavellian intent to ‘divide and rule’ and to ‘stir up Hindu-Muslim animosity’” levelled against the British Raj made little sense when the freedom struggle was going on in India because there really was no unified India until the British unified it politically.  Communal divisions existed in India despite the political unification.  In fact, they existed even before the Briti...