Sports and passion
The Olympics have something that I cannot explain. I despise
nationalism, the belief that somehow where you are born makes you
different, or even worse, better than someone else. Yet the
Olympics, nation-state glorification, so that those who can afford
it promote sports as a way to promote your own national system. The
strange message that if your society has better sports results, it
is better, a remnant from the original Olympics when it was taken as
a sign that you were favoured by the gods.
The reason the games fascinate me is not the countries or the flags,
but the athletes themselves. Because, besides a few exceptions, they
are humans first and nationals second. Because once you take away
the TV deals and the sponsors you have people at a turning point,
the most important moment for them in the last four years, if not
their whole life. It may be voyeuristic, but as a naturally cold and
restrained person, such a raw emotion, the passion, regret, sorrow
and joy that is so concentrated in those competitions is addictive.
I do not care much about the particular sport, though the
nationality colours a lot how they react, both in failure and
success. Because this is about people, exceptional people, gifted
ones, but people after all.
And no matter how rational, it is human to identify with a group, so
seeing those you identify as "yours" winning has a strong effect,
stronger the lower your perceived status is.
For a society, I think it is a sign of maturity to be able to spend
resources in athletes beyond what is considered spectacle. It shows
you are beyond basic necessities. It does not mean it is a just
society, or equal, though it is always a good sign if minorities or
women take part as equals in the games.
No matter how changed or unreal Pierre de Coubertin's aims were, he
had several great ideas, such as keeping the athletes together so
they could interact. All the claims of wild parties and sex among
the athletes is what I feel the Olympics try to represent. We are
all in this together. The IOC selling to corporate interests was
beyond his control, tied to the unavoidable loss of the "gentleman"
spirit, probably more unequal than the current spectacle and
national promotion.
Dare to see forward
The economic crisis weighs heavily at times on my mind. And yet, most of the time it feels like the natural steps of a rearrangement of wealth, and the financial sector and certain governments obsession with avoiding a default (to avoid people realizing how consensual paper money has become, which would make it worthless) will just end up with a huge Western default, one where we finally lose the preeminent role history has given us, and the power to make meaningful decisions moves away. Our countries are poorer while many poor elsewhere in the world are less poor. The Arab Spring was many things, but some, maybe most of them in Egypt or Tunis, were because many people stopped considering themselves poor, so they demanded the rights they expect to have.
In this XXIst century people want a cellular phone that works, they want internet access, they do not want a car, but a good road where to drive that car, the education they glimpse through the web for their children. They now have a window to compare to and they want what others have. But that works also in the so called rich countries, we just lack training and guts for a proper insurrection. Why I do not have a job? Why is my education shit/worthless? Why do I have to pay other people’s faults? Why is the bank taking my house?
In the end we will have the same source of unrest, the rage over the unfulfilled expectations of the middle class. People just fight harder and are more willing to work together to get something new than what they will do to avoid losing something. Middle Class then would be when you stop begging or feeling owned to believe you earn your future. Earn with work, or looking back in history, blood. Quite different from the standard marxist view, but you need that feeling of entitlement to organize a lasting revolt.
If there is a real influence from the European conflicts from the French Revolution onwards it is this idea of equality, the true heart of post war European politics, the politician-citizens, lost now among the elite, in the conflict between privilege and equality. Privilege that does not really mean riches, though they are often together, but all the perks that used to go with nobility and now is being seized by the newly privileged rich and their political servants. That is the coming conflict, and indeed what I feel was the backdrop to the Arab Spring, superimposed with religion.
This
study (warning, pdf) gives me hope for the world, though not for us, the privileged, as more people get to enjoy a similar level of life. Though it also worries me, when we see the penetration of global brands in the consumer’s perception. The neighbor’s grass, always appearing greener.
So, is there anything to do, or is our fate like Cassandra’s, to see our doom fall upon us without a chance to change it? I will borrow the bright
words of a dark poet, a strange way to feel optimist. Maybe because as he himself wrote, these are poems crafted from rage and patience:
Plonger au fond du gouffre, Enfer ou Ciel, qu'importe?
Au fond de l'Inconnu pour trouver du nouveau !
Plunge into the abyss, Hell or Heaven, who cares?
To the limits of the Unknown to find the new!