Went out last night for a curry with some of the staff from the Institution where I work. One of them had brought along a houseguest, Mohammed, a Muslim. Just as I do when I’m with my Mohammed I felt a sense of shame and embarrassment. Here was a young man from another culture exposed to a group of so called ‘professionals’ who in theory represent the upper percentile of British society. This quiet lad was exposed to swearing, cussing, jokish remarks about child abuse and sodomy and was reputedly urged to “Go on, have a glass of wine, and go on.”
I hope I’m not being too prudish but looking at our group, or our society from his viewpoint it seemed that we as a society are irreligious, profane and eventually doomed to choke on our own moral filth.
There.
That’s how I feel.