Wednesday September 30th 2015
Iaith is Welsh for The Language. It's one letter away
from the English word Faith. At least I reckon it is.
There are some who'll suggest that Languages which
become vulnerable should be allowed to whither and die.
Others will suggest that social cohesion depends upon a
shared language, the Tower of Babel a punishment upon us
people and we should all speak with one tongue, kind of
like a garden with only one variety of plant, all of
them Dandelion perhaps.
In the end, the
issue it one of obedience to the Gods of Income. The problem
is as much a man with sword as it is a man with a different
language, a different sound, a different music, a different
color. The other problem is those who might insist that we
can do better, live in polite pluralistic harmony. And the
thing about that is we don't, never have been able to,
probably never will be able to. Which is why our heroic hero
chooses sides. Call him tribal if you have to, or a Baboon.
It's up to you.