Hypocrisy begins at home
It is no good wailing, gnashing our teeth at horrible displays of intolerance, injustice and hypocrisy in our country.
It is no good wailing and gnashing our teeth at the horrible displays of intolerance, injustice and hypocrisy in our country. Lofty plans to change ‘society’ are vacuous because it is ‘high society’ that needs reform. The educated and privileged are guilty of aiding and abetting the very things they decry in society. Emotional exhortations to stand up against violent extremists are disingenuous when we refuse to take a stand on even the smallest of issues where neither life nor liberty are at stake, only popularity, profit or social standing are at risk.
I recently accompanied a friend from abroad to a ‘high-end’ beauty salon. The place is run and frequented by ‘high society’ ladies. The owner, whilst styling my friend’s hair, proceeded to educate us on ‘what is wrong with this country’, bemoaning corrupt politicians ripping this country off and not paying taxes (agreed), the general lack of manners (undisputed) and how no one is willing to live by the rules (couldn’t agree more). After listening to this outpouring for an hour and nodding in assent, my friend and I were struck by the obvious hypocrisy of the diatribe.
The salon owner regaled against bad manners yet she was not prepared to offend her high society clients who were smoking in an unventilated space. Salons are meant for relaxation and renewal, not suffocating tobacco smoke. She bemoaned that no one follows the rules in this country yet could not see her own contribution to this, when she allowed clients without appointments to be given preference because they were too important to be told to wait. Most egregious of all was when my friend asked for a receipt and was told there was no receipt system. When she insisted, she was summarily handed a cash receipt — torn off a standard stationery notebook. Not headed, stamped or in any way proof of that salon having received her money, indicative of a ‘kacha’ bill system that aids the avoidance of honest tax reporting.
My friend and I were perturbed by these relatively minor infractions of rules, good manners and possibly tax laws, yet chose to say nothing. Instead, we walked out and had a discussion about how this salon owner was typical of people who moan about the country, but indulge in the same dishonest practices. We were blind to the irony of our own collaboration with this dishonesty and hypocrisy. With a little effort, we could have politely but firmly pointed out that a receipt was in order and that appointment holders should be served first. Yet we chose not to stand up for what we believed to be right. Why make a fuss? What good would it do anyway?
This ‘what good would it do?’ cop-out dominates our social interactions. We smile agreeably when a friend describes how they have managed to bribe their way out of paying taxes, duties or fines, had their electricity meter ‘fixed’, had a loan written off due to their connections. We are silent when it comes to standing up for a principle, preferring instead to take sides. We defend friends, family, biradari or party but never defend the principle. We support them even when we believe them to be wrong and then we wonder how society became so warped that a cold-blooded murder found admirers.
Taking a stand, even on small issues, often entails inconvenience, tests friendships or erodes social popularity. Yet, by not standing up for what we believe to be right, even in minor situations which threaten neither our life nor our liberty, we steadily corrode our consciences, day in and day out, until massive breaches of principle appear justifiable and pragmatic. Each day, those seemingly insignificant choices we make add to the very erosion of law and the social order that we condemn. People do respond to social censure — the impact is cumulative — and social change trickles down. ‘High society’ needs to reform itself in order to reform broader society. We must continue to speak out against the ills in our country, but we must also have the courage to reproach wrongdoing in our own social circles. Hypocrisy begins at home. It ends there too.
Published in The Express Tribune, January 15th, 2011.
I recently accompanied a friend from abroad to a ‘high-end’ beauty salon. The place is run and frequented by ‘high society’ ladies. The owner, whilst styling my friend’s hair, proceeded to educate us on ‘what is wrong with this country’, bemoaning corrupt politicians ripping this country off and not paying taxes (agreed), the general lack of manners (undisputed) and how no one is willing to live by the rules (couldn’t agree more). After listening to this outpouring for an hour and nodding in assent, my friend and I were struck by the obvious hypocrisy of the diatribe.
The salon owner regaled against bad manners yet she was not prepared to offend her high society clients who were smoking in an unventilated space. Salons are meant for relaxation and renewal, not suffocating tobacco smoke. She bemoaned that no one follows the rules in this country yet could not see her own contribution to this, when she allowed clients without appointments to be given preference because they were too important to be told to wait. Most egregious of all was when my friend asked for a receipt and was told there was no receipt system. When she insisted, she was summarily handed a cash receipt — torn off a standard stationery notebook. Not headed, stamped or in any way proof of that salon having received her money, indicative of a ‘kacha’ bill system that aids the avoidance of honest tax reporting.
My friend and I were perturbed by these relatively minor infractions of rules, good manners and possibly tax laws, yet chose to say nothing. Instead, we walked out and had a discussion about how this salon owner was typical of people who moan about the country, but indulge in the same dishonest practices. We were blind to the irony of our own collaboration with this dishonesty and hypocrisy. With a little effort, we could have politely but firmly pointed out that a receipt was in order and that appointment holders should be served first. Yet we chose not to stand up for what we believed to be right. Why make a fuss? What good would it do anyway?
This ‘what good would it do?’ cop-out dominates our social interactions. We smile agreeably when a friend describes how they have managed to bribe their way out of paying taxes, duties or fines, had their electricity meter ‘fixed’, had a loan written off due to their connections. We are silent when it comes to standing up for a principle, preferring instead to take sides. We defend friends, family, biradari or party but never defend the principle. We support them even when we believe them to be wrong and then we wonder how society became so warped that a cold-blooded murder found admirers.
Taking a stand, even on small issues, often entails inconvenience, tests friendships or erodes social popularity. Yet, by not standing up for what we believe to be right, even in minor situations which threaten neither our life nor our liberty, we steadily corrode our consciences, day in and day out, until massive breaches of principle appear justifiable and pragmatic. Each day, those seemingly insignificant choices we make add to the very erosion of law and the social order that we condemn. People do respond to social censure — the impact is cumulative — and social change trickles down. ‘High society’ needs to reform itself in order to reform broader society. We must continue to speak out against the ills in our country, but we must also have the courage to reproach wrongdoing in our own social circles. Hypocrisy begins at home. It ends there too.
Published in The Express Tribune, January 15th, 2011.