Just Finished Reading :
Culture of Fear Revisited by Frank Furedi
I always find it difficult writing a synopsis of a Furedi
book. My experience of three of his books so far seems to point that way. His
writing style just doesn’t lead itself to snappy one-liners or quick prĂ©cis. I
will, however, try to give you something even if it’s my own impressions of
what I think he’s getting at.
I think that we can all agree that our present age is
characterised by fear – fear of the other, fear of the future and fear of our
neighbours. Furedi attempts, successfully I think, to see where this fear comes
from and asks what we can do about it. Unlike some other commentators he
quickly dismisses the idea that our fear is the result of manipulative
governments manufacturing threats in order to control their populations.
Although there is something (or quite a lot) in that Furedi sees this as
another symptom rather than the cause itself. As far as I can see he points the
finger clearly at post-modernity and the rise of the autonomous individual – in
other words at the fracturing, the atomisation, of society. The questioning of
authority has resulted in the collapse of authority. Now all we have is
opinion. We no longer have faith in our leaders, our elders or our great thinkers.
We do not trust anyone to provide us with answers and we do not trust ourselves
to know the answers if they are presented to us. Because we cannot trust
anyone, including ourselves, we are paradoxically prey to agencies,
organisations and individuals who offer us safe havens, who will take the
burden of thought and action from our shoulders – until we realise that they
too cannot be trusted.
In this climate the only reasonable sensible response is
fear. We fear the side-effects of the drugs we take, we fear our next door
neighbour because we do not know them, we fear for our children so keep them
close, we fear the stranger on the bus or sitting next to us on the plane, we
fear the dark and we fear for the future. We are encouraged in our fears by those
in whose interests it is to have us in a constant state of uncertainty. Yet
they themselves fear many of the things they teach us to fear. They even fear
us. The language of risk has permeated everything we do. We often do a quick
risk analysis when crossing the road, eating a chocolate bar or speaking to a
stranger. The idea that life is inherently risky is not far behind. Yet the odd
thing is, whenever we actually investigate the risks we usually find that they
have changed very little from decades ago. Child murder statistics (to take a
particularly emotive topic) have remained static for the last 50 years – yet
the reality of the situation has little effect on parents fear for children
even momentarily out of their sight. Every child, they are told repeatedly, is
at risk of attack.
We live in an age of counselling. Whenever people are
exposed to trauma, or even exposed to the news of trauma they are inevitably
offered counselling to help them cope with the experience. People damaged in
this way are it seems damaged for the rest of their lives. Self-help or
self-reliance is seen as self-delusional and resistance to counselling is seen
as a sign of deep unresolved trauma. Oddly 60 years ago at the height of the
London Blitz no counselling was offered or asked for. People got on with their
lives despite the death and destruction all around them. Few it would seem
remained traumatised for the rest of their lives. Such an attitude, often
satirised as the ‘stiff upper lip’, was seen as the natural and reasonable
reaction to tragedy. You pick yourself up, dust yourself off and carry on. Such
an attitude today would be seen as clearly inadequate at best and probably
dangerous to the survivors and everyone around them. Today it is assumed that
people will not be able to cope – with anything. This treatment of adults as if
they were infants removes any kind of power that could be used to transform
lives after tragedy. The counselled many are seen as helpless victims
inherently unable to cope.
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