Wednesday, 8 February 2012

Why I didn’t sign the Alan Turing petition

“We ask the HM Government to grant a pardon to Alan Turing for the conviction of 'gross indecency'. In 1952, he was convicted of 'gross indecency' with another man and was forced to undergo so-called 'organo-therapy' – chemical castration. Two years later, he killed himself with cyanide, aged just 41. Alan Turing was driven to a terrible despair and early death by the nation he'd done so much to save. This remains a shame on the UK government and UK history. A pardon can go to (sic) some way to healing this damage. It may act as an apology to many of the other gay men, not as well known as Alan Turing, who were subjected to these laws.”


Some supporters of this petition seem to be conflating a pardon for Turing’s conviction with an apology for convicting him in the first place. For anyone looking the other way, the apology already happened. Feel any better? Nor did I. The wording seemed genuine enough but it wasn’t for Gordon to apologise. That’s the problem. Political apologies are almost always for the apologist, not the victim(s). Formal apologies can be diplomatically useful (see the complex litany of apologies surrounding the Korean War) but then a formal apology from the United States government for the most protracted genocide in history (slavery in America) coming 150 days into the Presidency of the first Black man in the White House looked like precisely what it was: a very modern exercise in diplomatic PR. It can’t begin to touch on the truth that it purportedly apologises for. I think it’s vulgar to try.


I might be on dangerous ground here. I’m not Black, I’m not American, I’m only a student of African-American history and firmly of the belief that a perpetrator ought to wear their shame. I believe an apology, in the form of a pardon or otherwise, has potential to relocate, or worse, to diffuse shame, and possibly responsibility. An apology on behalf of a perpetrator (especially one who, like the philosopher’s typewriter, no longer exists) is tantamount to a statement of allegiance. And if it isn’t that ... well, isn’t it far too easy to apologise for something you didn’t do and don’t feel implicated by?


Mississippi didn’t ratify the anti-slavery amendment until 1995. This surely stands as an equivalent truth to an apology from the Senate. Should Mississippi apologise for dragging its heels? Did the Nostra Aetate make meaningful reparations for any Jewish person drowned in a well? How could it? And where does it end? How about an apology for something happening now? The exclusion of poor people from the means to get out of poverty, for instance? Yes, it sounds absurd, but only because history is easy to simplify and is reductive by comparison with the present. If Obama apologised tomorrow on behalf of the Reagan administration for turning its back on thousands of Americans with AIDS, what exactly would that mean? It would ring profoundly hollow.


I might be on safer ground with Turing. We’re both gay after all. I’m choosing not to play the ‘gay card’ though because sexuality doesn’t validate anyone’s opinion about Turing, any more than a pardon (in the infuriatingly crummy words of the petition) “may act as an apology to many of the other gay men, not as well known as Alan Turing, who were subjected to these laws.” May it? I think the writer of the petition earmarks the Achilles heel of the gesture right there. Why Alan? Alan’s usefulness to the State singled him out from generations who suffered the same way. I think I would be angry to learn that a grandfather of mine jumped off a bridge for the same reason yet wasn’t seen fit to be pardoned. Alan belonged to his time. He was guilty of gross indecency. Alan Turing was a criminal. You might as well arrest a person for a crime that used to exist as try to re-interpret what happened to him. If your problem is with the historical fact of the law, I’m afraid it’s a frustration that a pardon for Alan won’t remedy, and the assumption he is yours to use to that end is presumptuous. It’s selective, elitist and in a very real sense it is meaningless. Using Alan as ‘precedent’ for a broader general pardon is not a reason to sign; I don’t think other convictions should be pardoned either, for the reasons described here.


Alan Turing committed a crime of which I am proud. Many of my heroes are criminals. ‘Criminal’ is a legal category, not a moral judgement. This is a clear distinction if you acknowledge the injustice of every legal system in history. Alan Turing committed a crime I cannot commit. Unfortunately I need her Majesty’s Government to acknowledge that my life isn’t grossly indecent in order to fully live it (though I don’t require their moral approval). I don’t need them to do this for Alan Turing. Why would I? The time for that was 1952. As the petition says, the ‘shame’ was the Government’s, not Alan’s. It never was his shame, we never believed it was. Let them wear their shame. A historical addendum of ‘...but was pardoned in 2012’ would be a shabby and deceitful postscript to reality.


Alan’s suicide wasn’t shameful, it was a desperate alternative to a life of poisoning by state-administered hormones. It was an act of defiance, but not of liberation. Alan is not a martyr; his rejection (by death) of an injustice should not be backdated for anyone’s agenda. Please don’t believe I am less angry than you. I am angry. I’m angry enough to believe that Alan’s contribution in bringing about the end of the War shouldn’t be separated from the disgust that the people he helped felt towards him. Our grandparents, in other words. It is a truth. It is possibly the only truth. But I am angry; for him and lots of gay men. It is a grim truth that Britain honours heroes selectively. It is a selection process as exclusive as the privilege on which it depends and which it loves to propagate. There is no way to count suicides now. Separating Alan from history, from other persecuted homosexuals, is to isolate him from the magnitude of suffering under that law. It’s nobody’s place to re-contextualise the degree of misery required to poison yourself because you cannot be yourself, however well-meant your intentions. Fashioning history in your own image is a curious oxymoronic impulse to perform whitewash through the very act of memorial. A pardon for Alan isn’t a ‘start’. There is no start, it is over, that’s what makes it history, that’s what makes it dangerously simplistic to call for pardons and strip lives of context. Context is meaning.


Signing the petition is not a statement of opposition to homophobia either. Please at least understand that. If you need an outlet to vent your rage at homophobia, take ... your ... pick. If you ask for reasons that people are upset at the denial of the pardon, expect to be met with statistics on the rate of code-breaking instigated under Alan’s expertise, or with plain outrage that a law against homosexuality is allowed to mar his memory (it doesn’t mar his memory; there is no shame in gross indecency). Neither line of reasoning holds because what they both insist, intentionally or otherwise, and however much the wording of the petitioner resists, is that useful homosexuals deserve a pardon because they are useful.


A man called Dudley Cave talked to Peter Tatchell about being a gay soldier in the Second World War:

‘They used us when it suited them, and then victimised us when the country was no longer in danger. I am glad I served but I am angry that military homophobia was allowed to wreck so many lives for over 50 years after we gave our all for a freedom that gay people were denied.’

Alan Turing is the tip of an iceberg that cannot be fathomed. For those that insist a pardon is symbolic, that it is only a tacit acknowledgement of a wrong committed; I want to ask why such circuitous semiotics is required? I have something better than symbolism. Alan Turing is dead.


I’ll finish with a quote from Derek Bentley’s Wikipedia page:

‘On 29 July 1993, Bentley was granted a royal pardon in respect of the sentence of death passed upon him and carried out. However in English law this did not quash his conviction for murder. Eventually, on 30 July 1998, the Court of Appeal quashed Bentley's conviction for murder... However, Bentley's parents and sister had died by this date. Bentley himself would have been 64 years old...’


Unlike Alan, Derek’s guilt under the law was questioned from the very beginning, but just read the above one more time.


What was it all for?

Thursday, 2 February 2012

Manchester: In Residents ... #2: Oisín

‘I love the support that independent businesses get from the city’s residents, and just the general vigour in the streets at all times of the year…’




What’s your name?

My name is Oisín Share, or Oisín Francis Frederick Share, to share some lesser-known facts. Friends call me Ois, but it doesn’t sound quite the way it looks. If you know how the Irish language goes about itself, or the works of Róisín Murphy, you’ll probably know your way around my name.



What do you do?

Overall I’m a graphic designer but through college I became more interested in what it means to be a visual communicator. These days I’m working more with photography but I still get to illustrate and drag things around the screen a lot. I’m lucky to be quite freelance with this! You can also find me occasionally working at a very lovely cake shop in West Didsbury.



Where do you live?

I’ve lived in Withington since I first got off the airport bus (it drives right on through). It’s the craziest, most unpredictable place I’ve ever lived. Not as gross as Fallowfield and not as up itself as Didsbury.



Tell us the story of how you ended up in Manchester.

I fell in love with a boy who visited me whilst I was doing an internship in Paris in 2008. We irresponsibly decided to become a couple, despite living in separate countries. All throughout my final year at college in Limerick (in the south-west of Ireland) I would nip over to Manchester whenever I could, to visit Colin (the boy in question).

Interestingly, it was my first time visiting a city proper in the UK, so for many, many months it was my only real impression of England at all. Each time I came here it seemed so great and I built on memories from my previous visits. I really took to it. I liked that there was still so much I hadn’t explored by the time I moved here in the summer of 2009. I planned to stay for a year and save up for some ‘further education’ while Colin was finishing his last year at university, but that never happened. So much more did though. It’s not at all a dashed dream – every month just gets more and more interesting.



What’s great about this city?

There’s so much! It’s small enough to walk across in a short space of time but it’s still known worldwide. Every band and musician I’ve ever loved seems to not be able to stay away from the place, which is the complete opposite of my experience of gigs in Ireland (four hour train journeys to Dublin…) The food is amazingly global, not overpriced, and fantastic quality. There are great vegetarian options everywhere and you don’t feel as if you’re getting ripped off at every opportunity. I love beer, wine, coffee and beards; this city has great places to find all of them.

I love the support that independent businesses get from the city’s residents, and just the general vigour in the streets at all times of the year. It’s also great that even though it’s such a famous sporting city, it doesn’t really smack you in the face that often. There are also enough Irish people in the city for me to not feel homesick, at any moment, ever.



What’s not so great?

As a cyclist I wish the roads were a bit smoother and that it wasn’t such an extreme sport getting into the city centre from the suburbs. I’m also a big campaigner for late night takeaways that aren’t just fast food. It’d be great to be able to grab some noodles or couscous at 2 am (though maybe I just need to look harder…)



Do you have a favourite Manchester building?

I love the former HSBC at the top of King Street [100 King Street by Edwin Lutyens]. If you look up it feels as if you’re in Gotham City. It isn’t a very friendly building though. The worst structure in the city is probably the escalator going up to the Arndale Centre Food Hall. It dissects the street in a really bad way. We once saw Chloe Sevigny standing underneath it. I thought the world was going to end.



Do you have a favourite Mancunian?

As fellow adopted Mancunians, I love Wayne and Jane from North Tea Power. Every time I go in and they’re there, they fill my day with smiles and joy, and amazing coffee, and I doubt I’m the only one!



What’s your favourite pub/bar/club/restaurant/park/venue?

When people visit here they mostly spend their time following me from café to café or from pub to bar! I spend most pre-flight evenings in the Cornerhouse restaurant/bar; it really is one of the best places in the city, and with quite a fantastic view.

This is a great city for beer and ale, so Port Street Beer House, Marble, the Temple Of Convenience, The Molly House, the Vic in Withington and Sandbar are places I have difficulty leaving. The Spice Kitchens in Rusholme do the best spinach and paneer kebabs, and probably other stuff too, I just never try anything else. My favourite pizza is from The Art of Tea in Didsbury. Aladdin’s in Withington is like going on a very unexpected (but great) holiday. Frankie’s in West Didsbury does chips and will even serve them with deep fried halloumi and a bottle of beer if you think your body can take it. And finally, if I could spend a whole day in the Barbakan in Chorlton, I certainly would! There are lots of hidden gems, really this answer could go on for ever…



What do you think is missing from Manchester?

I wish the Arndale Market was more of a market, rather than a collection of nice places to eat in a shopping centre. Sometimes all I want is a thriving city centre market that isn’t behind glass and metal. There’s also nowhere to eat in the open air in the Northern Quarter, even though it’s full of so many nice places to eat that do takeaway food! A lot of large spaces seem to only be suited to car parks. So a regular, food-centred market in an area that’s a bit softer around the edges than Piccadilly Gardens would really complete the picture.



If I was Mayor for a day I would …

Rush the paperwork through to have the gardens built above Rice and Nero in Piccadilly Gardens! I read that was the initial plan and it’s sad it didn’t go through. I’d also start an initiative to get more contemporary art galleries opening in the city centre and give the Manchester School of Art more of a presence amongst those who aren’t directly connected to it. And, of course, more bike lanes!



Who else would you like to nominate to answer this questionnaire?

I would love to hear responses from musician Jesca Hoop, who I believe has made the city her stomping ground. I’d also love to know what Chloe Sevigny thought of the time she spent here, though I might be afraid to know the answers…

Wednesday, 1 February 2012

Drunk At Vogue




The House Of Popular Disco

Party Number II








24.2.12


Northern Quarter

Mcr

10.30pm till late

Come.




Saturday, 31 December 2011

New Year’s Resolutions 2012




DO NOT SMOKE CIGARETTES (I quit in September …)

DO NOT EAT MEAT (I haven’t eaten meat in almost ten years…)

I know I’m cheating with these two. I’m still ticking them off though. Here are some ACTUAL resolutions…

Start listening to the radio again, possibly even Radio 4. I have a lovely DAB radio that I barely use but I’m a bit of a control freak about what music I listen to so I need to open my mind and ears (to Woman’s Hour at least).

Try to get my credit card debt under control. Seriously, it’s destroying me. Not just financially but mentally. I dream about it at night. It’s becoming like the bloody knight of carnage in The Fisher King, all in vibrant HSBC red of course.

Get more involved with Amnesty International. I’ve been a member for thirteen years and have been intermittently lazy about what I do, but I’ve been thinking a lot about North Korea lately and about Troy Davis who was executed this year in Atlanta on an insubstantial charge; the world in general needs a voice like Amnesty more than ever. I’m going to see what I can do.

This is the year I will read Tristram Shandy and Ulysses. I will. How dare I set about writing novels otherwise.

I will get a distinction in my MA in Creative Writing. I won’t actually complete my MA this year but the bulk of the coursework towards the final grade will be done this year so I’m knuckling down.

Commit to the gym until I look like this …



If you are very beautiful then everybody loves you, in case you didn’t know. Men in their thirties are at their best too, they flourish, I need to flourish damn it.

Be a good uncle.

Happy 2012 everyone.