I never thought reading the dictionary would make me sad. After all, we’ve been told since we were kids that words can’t hurt you. But we all know that isn’t true, don’t we? Words hurt when they’re flung out from ignorant minds, spat venomously from mouths lined with hate.
But that not the dictionary’s fault. It’s us.
We’re the ones who have created these words, who have continued to use them, have chosen to let hate be our guide. Some can sound pretty fun, like chucklehead. Or sometimes it’s not even the word at all, but how we say it. Like chit. But then there’s chicken shit or chump or cockteaser and things get a little gray.
And then you hear Coon or Chink.
And you have to wonder how we’ve let ourselves be able to treat any other person as less than our self. We are all humans and that’s what we should cling to. Not words of oppression or hate. Or their actions…
Where I have been most saddened is by the words that speak of the horrible things that we have created or done. There are too many. There are just too many.
You see, Homo sapiens are the rulers or the animal kingdom. Not because we’re built with any particularly ferocious or defensive physical capabilities, but because of what’s in our brain pans. Our ability to think. And create. I suppose opposable thumbs certainly helps, but it is that we believe we are limitless in what we can do. Sure, the optimist says we’ll create all of these wonderful things like jet packs and have personal robots to do everything for us. But all that good we’re capable of, like saving the planet from unnecessary pollution, gets caught in the onslaught of everything that’s wrong with us. After all, we’re also the ones who have created cluster bombs and coffin nails and clip joints.
I mean, really. How can a person justify a bomb that sprays out more bombs? You can say we need to defend ourselves, but damn it – wouldn’t it be nice not to have to? I don’t like sounding like a hopeless left winger who still somehow believes that at their base every person is good. Because that’s not the way the world works. I get that. But you have to admit – wouldn’t it be nice if there were no war? No hate? No crime?
Ah, what a pipe dream.
Assassins, bear-baiting, benzene, bomblets, brick bats, cannon fodder, comfort women, the Children’s Crusade… I’m sitting here flipping these pages of the words that make up my language and its an onslaught of how brutal humanity can be. Page after page I’m regaled with things that people have done or created and I realize that we’re not as great as we think we are.
Because we’re destroying ourselves. Aren’t we?
Chucklehead (informal) a stupid person; a blockhead
Chit – (derogatory or jocular) a young and inexperience girl or woman
Chicken shit – (course slang) a coward
Chump – (informal) a gullible or foolish person
Cockteaser – (course slang) a woman regarded as provocatively refusing sexual intercourse
Coon – (slang offensive) a black person
Chink – (slang offensive) a Chinese person
Cluster bomb –an antipersonnel bomb spraying smaller bombs or shrapnel when detonated
Coffin nail – a cigarette
Clip joint – a nightclub etc charging exorbitant prices
Assassin – a killer, esp. of a political or religious leader
Bear-baiting – an entertainment involving setting dogs to attack a captive bear
Benzene – a colourless carcinogenic volatile liquid found in coal tar, petroleum, etc., and used as a solvent and in the manufacture or plastics etc.
Bomblet – a very small bomb
Brick bat – a piece of brick, esp. when used to throw at someone
Cannon fodder – people, esp. soldiers, regarded merely as material to be expended in war
Comfort woman – (in the second World War) a woman forcibly recruited by the Japanese army to provide sexual services to Japanese soldiers
Children’s Crusade – a movement in 1212 in which tens of thousands of children (mostly from France and Germany) were organized for a crusade to the Holy Land. Most of the children never reached their destination, many being sold into slavery before embarking from French and Italian ports.
Week 15 & 16 Stats
Starting Word: Chindwin River Ending Word: Cow-pie
Total Pages 350/1815 Ahead/Behind: – 215