Tag Archive: colour


so yesterday i posted a very simple blog as a response to the wordpress challenge of the week which was a splash of colour [or ‘color’ if you’re americanese]

i found a picture of a splash of blue and posted that as the solitary post of the blog and then i gave it the title ‘red’ and then posted it at various times of the day with the following intros:

do you believe everything you see, or everything you read?

please do me a quick favour – i have just produced a blog on the theme of colour – in one word i would like you to go to my blog and in the comment section tell me which colour my blog is about… and go!

whatever your initial or thought out comment is, i would love for you to go to this blog and give a comment on the question “what colour do you see?” because there is a bunch of stuff happening here if you take a moment but just write what you see or don’t.

and as per usual, almost everyone posted on facebook and not on the blog [gotta figure that one out still] but here are some comments which stood out:

Ronnie Davis: Ah… setting up challenges for those of us of the color blind persuasion…

Ronnie Davis: I thought it a good blog about perception and labels… reality and expectation… or from an existential point of view–what is color (one I often debate as one who has a hindered visual palette)

Ronnie Davis: Just thought of something… if I take the “sucking the marrow out of life” into consideration, my thoughts move to color and blood (oxygenated vs de-oxygenated) and what type of social commentary that brings…. just saying

Byron Mountfort: my initial response is black, but this is to simplistic and one-dimensional. It’s about so much more. Red, Blue, white, purple… Neither are right or wrong. We don’t see things the way they are; we see things the way we are.

and then Georgina Beazeley who was convinced there was no colour in the blog: I think you know what I think already. I already said. The blog post is not about any colour

it was both a really simple blog [me just trying to mess with people and get a response] and a very deep blog [because there was some hidden meaning intended and i hoped people would take a bit more time to try and find some meaning, even besides that which i intended] and there are very many layers to it i think, but one thing i was thinking when i posted it was this:

what informs your opinions? so, for example, if i asked you to go and look at my blog called ‘red’ and you went and took a look and were confronted with the blue picture you might think the blue is a mistake. but if you just stumbled upon my blog and saw the blue picture and then looked at the title and saw it was called ‘red’ you might think that was the mistake.

the deeper question of perception and reality – is it the written word [red] or the visual word [blue] that informs your opinion? or can they be both right? or does one even have to be right? can they both be enjoyed despite apparent contradiction?

i have found that the older i get the more thing in the Bible and in life i have to hold in tension, not because they are as contradictionary as these two colours appear to be here but just because they seem so different and unrelated and it excites me when God opens my eyes to see how time and time again they work so perfectly together – an example being the Love of God and the Justice of God. and maybe i will look at those two later but for now, enjoy the colours, and the words…

two days ago my bossman Darin told me about this story where a dad had picked up his young kid in the laundromat and stuffed him in a washing machine and closed the door [presumably as a joke or to teach him a lesson] but once the door locked the washing machine jumped into life and they couldn’t stop it or get him out until someone who worked at the place ran up and unplugged it and eventually managed to save the child. The child was apparently mostly fine [except maybe for the trauma suffered by your dad almost killing you in a washing machine]…

then yesterday i was at the gym, running on the treadmill in front of a wall of tvs and the incident came on two different channels which were showing news. sure enough the dad stuffed the kid into the machine and it suddenly starts and both parents frenetically try to stop the machine and the guy comes and stops it. it happened just as i had been told, except one thing really took me by surprise.

i decided to test out my theory on two people as we walked to the office yesterday and so i mentioned that i had seen the story on the tv and asked what colour the parents were. without hesitation they both answered “white” which is exactly what i had imagined. only thing is i had been wrong. what surprised me about the video was that it looked like a so-called african-american family [athough definitely a family of colour] and what surprised me was that in my head only a white family would be stupid enough to do something like that.

does that make me racist? it definitely would if it had gone the other way… but that made me think along with a lot of this Brett Murray ‘The Spear’ painting stuff that has been going on in South Africa and this amazing article which called a lot of it for what it was.

Four lines from that article carry the heart of where this whole racism-calling thing has gotten a little bit out of control:

I’m not shouting at you because you’re black, I’m shouting because you’re a maniac on the roads who is a danger to society.

I’m not complaining to your manager because you’re black. I’m complaining because you’re an incompetent moron who is incapable of doing her job properly.

I’m not firing you because you’re black. I’m firing you because you’re a thief.

I’m not confronting you because your black, I’m shouting at you because you’re a messy pig who expects other people to clean up your mess.

Each of those incidents [maniac on road, incompetent at job, thief, litterer] if they had occurred with someone of the same race calling out someone of the same race it would have been an incident of whatever is in brackets [parenthesis to the americanese] but because it was a white person calling a black person that [and i’m guessing vice versa] it suddenly becomes a race thing.

there is a lot more to say on this issue but hopefully this incident has at least got people thinking about it. are stereotypes racism or do they exist, much like cliches, because they are true a lot of the time? and while it is unfair to generalise with a stereotype or cliche and judge everyone as that thing, it is maybe not necessarily racist to be aware of or mention them.

i don’t think it was a big deal that i assumed the washing machine dad was white. i think it just was what it was. we could progress a lot further in this world, life, country if we started looking a lot more at what is as opposed to what could be suggested/read into/taken as…

your thoughts?

[late add: found out today that it was a babysitter and her boyfriend and not the kids parents who put the baby into the machine – story is here]

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