For this week, I had originally planned on taking my own bait and respond to the question that served as the last line to last week’s blog: “Should we question and be exposed to new ideas, even if it makes us shiver?" But while I was re-reading the post I found myself focusing on the D.C. quote that I had embedded about how all of his films have “a little demon in the corner that you don’t see, but its there.” Perhaps it was the fact that I had just watched Constantine (oy vey) or perhaps it was because of my religious upbringing, but whatever the reason, I began to chew on this idea of demons.
The first thing I though of was the fundamentalist Christian interpretation of my youth; the evil, fiery agents of spiritual evil that take over people’s bodies and make them speak the word of the Devil. And I mean really, what could be more parasitic then that? I believed in demons when I was little because the Bible said to. In stories demons were scary, so naturally they were wonderfully exciting. But my faith in them waned along with my faith in the validity behind the stories of Jesus walking on water, the Virgin Birth, and David and Goliath. Now the idea of a demon seems silly and archaic.
But then I began to think, what about modern and secular demons? What about the little devils inside us all? My ex-alcoholic of a grandma says that she had a demon. Her demon was a voice that told her to have just one more drink. It put her under an irresistible spell that lead to her drinking to get out of control. People eat uncontrollably, they are shopaholics, smokers, adulterers, junkies and liars. We all have something inside ourselves that we are battling, fighting, and grappling with. These impulses and thoughts eat away at us, both physically and mentally, and sometimes overtake us. Our struggles define us both as individuals and people, as the success of self-help books, diet plans, organized religion, and daytime talk shows reveal. The devils inside us act much like the parasites of the animal world act; eating, manipulating and living off of their hosts.
I am an avid listener of National Public Radio. I only follow sports because of Frank Deford’s Wednesday morning commentaries on Morning Edition. I know Eleanor Beardsley is reporting from Paris and that Ari Shapiro reports on the Department of Justice on both All Things Considered and Morning Edition. And I love to hear Sylvia Poggioli says her last name when she signs off. Anyways, the point is that I love NPR and a while ago, probably while tuned into KWSU-AM: 1250, I remember hearing a story about a man who joined the Muslim Students Association even though he wasn’t Muslim. Although I don’t remember the man in the story’s name I’ll call him “John.” I remember the surprising part about John’s story was that prior to joining the MSA he had hated Muslims. Here was a new sort of parasite, a new sort of demon; hatred.
John had gone to Iraq and originally all had gone "well;" things were relatively nonviolent. But then the climate began to change. Shooting began to breakout on both sides, first in defense, but then John found himself wanting to open fire on the Iraqi people. After his time in Iraq was over, he returned to the United States where he found himself tensing up when he passed mosques or when he saw men with beards; sometimes he would even go out of his way to avoid them because he believed that they wanted to kill him. Sometimes he even wanted to kill them. Eventually John was diagnosed with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD). And the therapy helped, but he still was experiencing feelings of hate towards Muslims. He hadn’t been prejudice before his term of duty and he knew he was not a killer yet he was still having violent thoughts towards the Iraqi people. So, he did some self-prescribed exposure therapy and joined the Muslim Students Association at his university. I remember hearing that John was extremely nervous and sweaty the first day, and that he was shocked to even be a room with Muslims without a gun. But by the end of the segment, John was good friends with the president of the club, was a dedicated club member, and was working on being a more loving and understanding person.
Perhaps John’s story is not your typical parasite tale involving tapeworms or slug goo, but I believe that his hatred acted in a rather parasitic manner. His experience in the Iraq War brought out the worst in him and ultimately changed him, and honestly I cannot that it would not do the same to someone else. In the radio story it took so much for John to beat his inner demon and it shows how hard it can really be to overcome hatred and prejudice. It shows how much damage a parasite can do to its host and it leaves me feeling not at all surprised at the fact that bridging cultural gaps and overcoming hatred happens so rarely.
In class, we watched a short clip from the cartoon Pixie and Dixie and Mr. Jinx. The kitty character Mr. Jinx felt such strong hatred (although portrayed in a comical way) towards the mice Pixie and Dixie. Why? Did he, too, have a little controlling devil voice finely calibrated to every part of himself? Was there a parasitic force at work inside him?
What I am attempting to portray in this rambling piece is the variety in which parasitic forces exist. Tapeworm vs. human. Toxo vs. rat. Agent-of-spiritual-evil vs. god-fearing-Christian. Hatred vs. war veteran. Phallic blood leech vs. Canadian. Kali vs. ________.