On a city break to Athens, we bumped into Demitrious while in the Acropolis Museum, standing in front of one of the Parthenon pediments showing the 12 primary gods of the ancient Greeks. Athena and Zeus in the middle, flanked by Hera and Poseidon and…and…Demetrious (standing next to us, an historical archeologist) stepped in to help us out…
We had a great long chat; Demetrious had a lot to say about the Acropolis (the hill overlooking Athens which has housed the Parthenon and various sacred buildings/temples for around 2500 years) and its exploitation as a tourist site; he had no problem with the British Museum keeping the Elgin Marbles (extracted by Lord Elgin from the rubble of the bombed-out ruins of the Parthenon); he was sad about Greek youngsters preferring Harry Potter to the Greek Myths (largely because of how they are taught); he was not happy about the determination to preserve Greek history in aspic, not least because of the cost to an already severely indebted nation, but also because, if who you are is strongly identified with a fixed, preserved history, then it leaves little room for growth and change and progress; he also talked about Oedipus and about knowing your identity, and the difficulty of facing up to who you are (and which, like Oedipus, you might rather not see). Our very own Greek philosopher. Everywhere around us, there were centaurs fighting lapiths, lapiths fighting centaurs, celebrations of victories in numerous wars. It looks like human identity is about fighting and winning then, I guess.
Before we left London, we saw a play called Dear England, about the England football manager Gareth Southgate, trying to analyse why England kept losing and why they particularly kept losing penalty shoot-outs. Turns out that the England players missed penalties because they were terrified. They took penalties too quickly and would avoid looking at the goalkeeper in the eye. They just wanted to get it over with. The burden of the 1966 World Cup win and the expectation of the fans didn’t just weigh on them, it suffocated them. After watching the play I realised there was even more to this…the stone-set picture of Brits winning the war, Churchillian resolve triumphing, come what may; “we’ll beat covid”, even as it rampaged through Italy and Spain….. Brits, it seems, see themselves as great and surely unbeatable former imperialists, so they have an imperial-sized expectation…but no empire. This seems to be the identity of around 51% of Brits, if Brexit is anything to go by. It’s like when you retire. You were the CEO..but then…you’re not. You’re free to do other stuff. Time to let go of all that. Time for a less delusional identity. Time to break the mould and use our skills to do great stuff, without fighting and beating the centaurs.
Jx