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  • Multiculturalism: Chapter 2: The Element

    Multiculturalism: Chapter 2: The Element

    So, what is culture?

    What a question! How does one answer something so heavy, so nebulous, yet so omnipresent? If we look at the dictionary, we see it defined dryly as “the ideas, customs, and art of a particular society.”

    But that feels insufficient. It’s like describing the ocean as “a lot of wet stuff.”

    To understand the whole, we must isolate the parts. We need to look at the chemical composition of this molecule we call Culture. When we strip it down, we find three primary atoms:

    1. Expression: The art, music, and language. This is the Soul of a culture.
    2. Inquiry: The scientific and philosophic thought process; the pushing and probing of edges. This is the Mind of a culture.
    3. Order: The politics and religion. This is the Skeleton. The structure that dictates how Expression and Inquiry can be explored, or if they are allowed to be explored at all. It is the self-contained vessel within which culture flourishes, ages, and eventually, dissolves into history.

    Expression

    Let’s start with the loud part. The visible part.

    If we view culture as a human body, Expression is the Soul. It is the Art, the Music, the Language, and the Rituals.

    To me, this is the most seductive of the three atoms. You might respect a culture’s Order (their laws and stability), and you might admire their Inquiry (their scientific breakthroughs and philosophic musings), but you fall in love with their Expression. No one visits Paris to read the French Constitution; they go to walk the Louvre, to drink the wine, and to hear the language.

    It begins with Language.

    We often think of language merely as a tool for communication, a way to say “pass the salt.” But it is far more profound than that. Communication is the prerequisite for life. A flower communicates to a bee by way of bright colours that it is available for pollination. Trees use fungi to communicate dangers to one another. Human babies cry to alert their mothers to hunger or pain.

    Expression is simply the human evolution of this biological necessity.

    Take Ancient Greek, for example. It had at least four distinct words for “love”: Agape (unconditional love), Eros (sexual passion), Philia (friendship), and Storge (familial affection). A Greek speaker perceives the nuance of relationships instantly. A culture with only one word for “love” is painting with a broader brush.

    In this way, Expression does not just describe reality; it forms the basis for our continued existence and ability to flourish.

    If Language gives the tribe a voice, Art and Music are how they scream, “We are here.”

    Whether it is Michelangelo, Dante, and Da Vinci defining the aesthetic of the Renaissance, or Hendrix and The Beatles shattering the norms of the 20th century, these individuals did not just exist within their culture; they actively altered its frequency.

    Take Liverpool. Geographically, it is a port city in England. Culturally? It is the capital of a musical revolution. Because of The Beatles, Liverpool became a magnetic pole. It attracted millions of people – and their wallets, ideas, and customs – to its docks. As musicians flocked to Liverpool, the city absorbed them. It took on a new look, a new sound, and a new feel.

    This is the power of Expression. It acts as a beacon. When a culture radiates strong art, it doesn’t just entertain; it creates a current. It pulls the outside world in. It allows a teenager in Tokyo to feel the same teenage angst as a kid in Seattle because they are listening to the same Nirvana track. Inquiry appeals to the brain, but Expression attacks the nervous system directly.

    Finally, there is a haunting quality to this atom. It is the only one that truly survives.

    Think about it. Order eventually collapses; empires fall, laws are forgotten, and borders are redrawn. Inquiry is eventually superseded; Newton corrects Aristotle, and Einstein corrects Newton. Old science becomes history.

    But Expression is timeless.

    We do not look at the Pyramids of Giza and say, “Well, that’s outdated technology.” We stand in awe. We do not read Homer’s The Iliad and think, “This is factually incorrect.” We weep at the tragedy. Art is the only element of culture that cannot be proven “wrong.” It is the message in the bottle that floats on the ocean long after the ship has sunk.

    Inquiry

    If Expression is the Soul of a culture, Inquiry is its Mind.

    To me, this is the most important atom in the molecule. It is the explosive element – not destructive, but creative, like the Big Bang itself. It is the force that expands the universe of our understanding.

    Two giants stand at the gateway of this expansion, shining like the ancient Lighthouse of Alexandria: Leonardo da Vinci and Galileo Galilei. The combination of what these men accomplished is not just remarkable; it is awe inspiring. They were the beacons that guided humanity out of the fog.

    Let us discuss one of Galileo’s favourite tools: the telescope. In the 17th century, many would have turned their glass upwards to gaze at the glittering expanse of the night sky. But where others saw only twinkling lights, Galileo saw worlds. This physicist, mathematician, and astronomer laid the foundations for how we view our place in the vast cosmos.

    He discovered four of Jupiter’s largest moons, now known as the Galilean Moons: Callisto, Europa, Ganymede, and Io.

    Here, we must take a brief pause to admire the view, because history has a wonderful sense of humour. These moons were named after the consorts of Zeus. In 2011, NASA sent a probe to Jupiter. They named it Juno, the Roman name for Zeus’s wife. Millennia after the final poets penned the scandals of the gods, we sent the wife to check on her husband once again.

    But back in Galileo’s time, these discoveries were no laughing matter. They challenged the assertion that all heavenly bodies orbited our planet. Even as Galileo dismantled the literal interpretation of the cosmos, he maintained that the Bible was a guide to the soul, not a textbook of astronomy. He believed scripture was often figurative. It took time, but the religious establishment eventually had to embrace his discoveries. The truth of the universe does not require a blessing to exist.

    Galileo did not invent the inquiring mind; he inherited it. The “Mind” of culture had been waking up for thousands of years.

    It is a common misconception that the West holds the monopoly on logic. Long before the Renaissance was even a dream, Confucius was taking the first steps towards a logical framework in China. He taught a process that prioritised humanity and nature over mysticism. “While you are not able to serve men,” he asked, “how can you serve their spirits?”

    Then, a century later, a titan of thought emerged in Greece.

    The Grand Master of logical thought. Socrates is almost a ghost in history; he wrote nothing down. Everything we know of this progressive philosopher arrives by virtue of his students, Plato and Xenophon. But his impact was seismic. He introduced the Socratic Method, a relentless process of deduction. It is the step-by-step guide to solving a mystery, the precursor to the Scientific Method we use today.

    When we combine Socratic logic with Galilean observation, we get results that ripple through eternity.

    We get Sir Isaac Newton.

    These great luminaries of history stand on a grand stage. Centuries may pass, but the weight of Sir Isaac Newton’s discovery remains absolute. The discovery of something so fundamental, yet so invisible, reverberated through the ages.

    We have all heard the myth: the apple bonking him on the head. But the reality is far more serene, a quiet moment of inquiry in a garden. From manuscripts written by his contemporary William Stukeley, the story is less slapstick and more contemplative. Stukeley wrote of a conversation with Newton, where the great thinker recalled the moment the notion of gravitation came to mind.

    It was occasioned by the fall of an apple, as he sat in a contemplative mood.

    It was not the impact of the fruit that changed the world; it was the impact of the question.

    Order

    Arguably the most contentious of the elements. There is a reason the old adage warns us: “Never discuss religion or politics at the dinner table.”

    But in our chemical analysis, we must.

    This element plays a different role from its counterparts. If Expression is the gas that expands, and Inquiry is the spark that ignites, Order is the steel container that holds the reaction. Expression and Inquiry drive cultural evolution from the bottom up, spreading like pollen on the wind, fertilising new ideas wherever they land.

    Order works from the top down. It is the structure, the containment, and often, the barrier.

    History shows us that “Order” is rarely purely political or purely religious. It is usually a merger of the two.

    Take Clovis I, the King of the Franks. He is often cited as the grandfather of Europe’s transition to Christianity. But this was not a conversion of the heart; it was a transaction of the battlefield.

    According to Gregory of Tours, Clovis, purportedly a descendant of the gods himself, found his divine lineage failing him during the Battle of Tolbiac. He was losing against the Alamanni. In desperation, the man who claimed the blood of gods in his veins turned his back on his ancestors. He prayed first to Wodan (Odin), and when the tide did not turn, he hedged his bets. He prayed to the Christian God of his wife, Clotilde. He made a deal: Grant me victory, and I will be baptised.

    He won the clash. The Raven God had been ousted by a King losing a fight.

    This parallels the story of Constantine the Great nearly two centuries earlier. At the Battle of the Milvian Bridge, he used the new faith to unify a fracturing empire. Constantine supposedly saw a cross in the sky and the words In Hoc Signo Vinces (“In this sign, you will conquer”).

    These moments reveal the nature of the “Order” atom. It separates the rulers from the ruled. It provides a “Divine Right” to leadership. And unlike music or philosophy, which spread in uneven waves, Religion and Politics are heavy-handed. They have the deep pockets and the shiny trinkets required to disseminate ideas instantly across vast territories.

    Religion is perhaps the most stark and authoritarian contributor to culture. While its influence may be diminishing in the face of scientific thought, it would be folly to discount what benefits it provided.

    As civilisations entered their infancy, something was needed to control the enthusiastic growth of the “Ocean.” Religion sat on the throne, ready to govern.

    It is important to note; religion did not invent morality. Humans had long understood that killing, stealing and betrayal destroyed the tribe. The social contract already existed. What religion did was ratify it. It took the unwritten rules of the community and carved them into stone. It transformed “don’t hurt your neighbour” from a polite suggestion into a “Divine Commandment.”

    And with that elevation came a new, more powerful mechanism for compliance: Fear.

    Many religions utilise myths designed to scare believers into obedience. In Ancient Greece, the image of the Gorgon, Medusa, was used as a weapon of social compliance. Soldiers painted her on shields to terrify enemies; parents used her legend to keep children away from dangerous places.

    But even here, the story is not solid. Medusa’s myth has multiple origins. In some, she is born a monster, in others, she is a victim of Poseidon, punished by Athena. This highlights a crucial truth: even the fixed stories of Order are fluid. They change to fit the narrator.

    The ultimate tool of Order, however, is the afterlife. Dante Alighieri, in his Divina Commedia, took the vague concept of Hell and calcified it. He structured the punishments and solidified the terrifying architecture of damnation. He took a fear and turned it into a concrete structure of Order; approximately 2500 years after the ancient Hebrews first wrote of Sheol, the early predecessor to Hell.

    We tend to view ancient religions as monolithic pillars that stood unchanged for millennia. But if we brush away the sand, we see that the gods themselves were constantly moving.

    Almost two thousand years before the Hebrews formalised the first real monotheism during their Babylonian Exile, shifting from a tribal belief to the worship of a singular, universal god, the sands were already shifting in Egypt.

    The Egyptian pantheon was a mosaic, not a monolith. In Lower Egypt, they devoted themselves to the builder god, Ptah. To the south, in Upper Egypt, they followed the rising sun god, Ra.

    As the dynasties evolved, so did the heavens. Ra took prominence over Ptah, but then the political landscape shifted again. The myths of Osiris and Horus rose to justify the lineage of the Pharaohs. The King became the living Horus, charged with maintaining Order on earth, while Ra continued the eternal battle against the serpent Apophis.

    The roles were split. The bureaucracy of the gods expanded to mirror the bureaucracy of the state.

    By the New Kingdom, we see the ultimate corporate merger of the divine: Amun-Ra. The gods fused to consolidate power, eventually even blending with Greek deities to form Greco-Roman hybrids.

    This teaches us the final lesson of the “Order” atom: It presents itself as eternal, but it is always adapting to survive.

    The Molecular Bond

    So, we have our elements. We have the Soul (Expression), the Mind (Inquiry), and the Skeleton and Skin (Order).

    But elements sitting in a row of jars do not make a molecule. Oxygen and Hydrogen do not make an ocean until they bond. To understand the world we see today, and the history that built it, we must look at how these atoms react when they are thrown into the together.

    Every society in history is formed from these same three elements, but the ratios vary wildly. It is this variation that creates the “flavour” of a civilisation.

    • High Order, Low Inquiry: This creates a stagnant but stable structure, like a monastery or a totalitarian regime. The skeleton is strong, but the mind is asleep.
    • High Expression, High Inquiry: This creates a volatile, creative explosion, like ancient Athens or Florence during the Renaissance. The soul and mind are racing, often outpacing the skeleton’s ability to hold them.
    • Balanced Order and Inquiry: This creates an Empire like Rome or Han China, where the skin is flexible enough to expand, but the mind is open enough to adopt new ideas.

    Cultures Within Cultures

    This chemical reaction explains the phenomenon of “cultures within cultures.” We often speak of subcultures, the goths, the tech-bros, the evangelicals, the artists, as if they are separate entities. But they are simply localised reactions within the greater solution.

    Imagine a bucket of water. The whole bucket is the “National Culture.” But within that water, you can inject a stream of warm water (a new musical movement) or a drop of dye (a new religious sect).

    Picture the bucket, filled with undiluted water. Then, add a few drops of red dye and watch as the dye moves through the water, snaking left and right, forward and back. That seems a good analogue for how culture and cultural units geographically migrate.

    These subcultures are just groups of people who have bonded their atoms differently than the majority. A scientific community living within a religious nation has simply dialled up their “Inquiry” and dialled down their “Order.” They are floating in the same ocean, but their internal chemistry is different.

    And this brings us to the edge of our map.

    We often hear the phrase “Multiculturalism.” The idea that many distinct cultures can exist side-by-side, like marbles in a jar, touching but never mixing.

    But looking at our atoms, we know this is impossible. Culture is not a solid; it is a fluid.

    If you pour a cup of red water (one culture) into a bucket of blue water (another culture), you do not get multi coloured water. You get purple water. You get a new solution. The atoms of Expression, Inquiry, and Order will inevitably interact, swap, and bond. The music will blend, the food will fuse, and the gods will marry.

    You cannot stop the chemistry. You can only watch the reaction unfold.

    To understand this reaction, to see how the red water became blue, and then purple, and then black, we cannot just stare at the beaker. We must look at the flow. We must look at how these currents have swirled together over ten thousand years to create the tides of history.

    We must look at the Timeline.


  • Multiculturalism: Chapter 1: The Surface

    Multiculturalism: Chapter 1: The Surface

    The Surface: Why we need to check our definitions at the gangplank. 

    Call me a glutton for punishment, but I’d like to have an uncomfortable conversation. And because it is uncomfortable, I want to start by looking at something clinical, detached, and completely indifferent: A Dictionary. 

    I appreciate the irony here. I am going to ground this conversation in a dictionary, a living record of language that evolves constantly. And I’m going to try and define a concept that I argue is fluid. I am using a snapshot of a moving river to prove that the river moves. 

    But we need an anchor, even if the seabed is shifting. 

    In my experience, most arguments about culture aren’t actually arguments; they are people talking past one another. We use the same words to mean entirely different things. If I say “I’m going home” and refer to my residence in London, but you interpret ‘home’ as the place of my ancestry in India, we are effectively speaking different languages. 

    So, before we talk about “Multi-culturalism,” we should talk about the word “Culture” itself. 

    If you look it up, you won’t find anything about flags, food, or festivals in the primary definition. You will find a noun: 

    This is where the journey begins. Culture is not a static object you own, like a grandmother’s vase or the current fashion trend in scarves. It is a description of how a person or people live; what they eat to survive, how they entertain themselves to bond, how they learn to adapt. 

    It is not a possession. It is not even the process itself. 

    It is the product. 

    Evolution is the machine. Societal pressure is the raw material. Culture is simply the result. It is an abstract noun describing the output of a system we often forget we are part of. 

    And this brings us to the second uncomfortable truth: What defines the “multi” in multiculturalism. It is this “multi” appendment that elicits visceral reactions from those opposed and joy from those in favour. That prefix can refer to differences in religiosity, melanin levels, foods, music, activities on a Sunday afternoon and a rather long list of things that can feel alien to people. 

    I use the word “Melanin” instead of “Race” deliberately. “Race” is a loaded social construct full of history and pain. Melanin is a chemical. It is a biological adaptation to latitude. If you are close to the equator, you need more of it. If you are near the poles, you need less of it to absorb Vitamin D. That is it. 

    History is simply the story of low-melanin people moving South and burning, and high-melanin people moving North and freezing. Until both groups figured out how to make hats! 

    Why am I stripping this down so ruthlessly? Because to understand the myth of Multiculturalism, we have to stop looking at the “paint” (skin colour, flags, traditions) and start looking at the brush and canvas. 

    We generally believe that the world is a collection of separate pools, distinct reservoirs of culture sitting side by side. We are taught to respect the banks that keep the waters apart. But what if I told you that the banks are an illusion? That there are no pools, only a large span of water? 

    What if I told you that culture behaves less like distinct buckets, and more like the ocean? 


    Chapter 1: What Is Multiculturalism? 

    I want to start where I am standing.  

    London.  

    But to understand the confusion I feel here, on the ground, we need to pull the camera back. We need to look beyond the borders of the United Kingdom, wider than the continent of Europe, until we are staring down at the entire planet. 

    In the last decade, this view has changed dramatically. 

    After thirty years of what looked like inevitable convergence—nations in North America, Europe, and Asia drawing closer together—we are now watching an unstoppable force tear that contract apart. The world is no longer shrinking; it is cracking. We are seeing the globe fracture into what appears to be two, three, or perhaps four distinct spheres of influence. 

    I am not naive enough to think the preceding decades ushered in a golden era of unity and peace. Yes, there were conflicts. The exploitation of poorer nations by richer ones continued to flare, and corporations often leveraged their wealth to strong-arm primary industry nations. 

    But the overall trajectory was one of convergence. The medium and the large were merging. 

    When China opened its borders to trade, when the Iron Curtain of the USSR fell, and when the message of a liberal utopia was broadcast around the globe, it gave many of us the impression that the Earth was getting smaller. It felt as though the human race was finally uniting. 

    Yet, beneath this illusion of unity, cracks would form. And whenever they appeared, one word was applied like a salve. 

    It was uttered repeatedly by politicians and broadcast endlessly by the media. When tensions rose, when paradigms clashed, they rushed to the podium to ensure our safety. We were reminded that no one, regardless of their faith or their melanin levels, needed to worry about the dilution of their identity, their culture, or their people. We were saved. The great hero, Multiculturalism, had arrived. 

    I admit, I accepted this spoon-fed narrative. I swallowed it whole. 

    From the moment I heard of this panacea, I viewed it as the fabric that held the united world together. The leaders and the pundits spoke with a convincingly confident demeanour that made me feel safe. They were, after all, the protectors of our beliefs and freedoms. I rested assured, believing that my culture and individualism would remain intact, hermetically sealed by those in power. 

    They spoke with such firm assuredness that I felt almost naive for not understanding it sooner. 

    My Culture… 

    After a time, I began to wonder: What is my culture?  

    Who am I?  

    I was born in England and raised in a particularly “English” community, an average town sixty miles from London. At the time, my family was one of the few of Indo-Asian descent in the area. There was a family from Southeast Asia, one from the Caribbean, and another of mixed race. 

    The rest were, as I often heard, “Real English.” 

    You know the phrase. It was usually delivered with a distinct lack of malice, often during the walk home from school: “You know what I mean… we’re from England going back a long time. You’re from Arabia or Africa.” 

    They would say it innocently, without meaning offence. But innocence does not soften the blow. Often, as a child, I was told to “go back to my own country.” 

    For a seven-year-old not particularly interested in geography, this was a baffling request. I was in my country, wasn’t I? If not, then where was home? And why was I not there? 

    I was often reminded, through words or occasionally fists, that this town wasn’t my home. That England, and the United Kingdom, wasn’t where I belonged. But what does a child know of these things? He only knows where his bed is. 

    Then there is the confusion of my heritage. 

    My parents are of Indian origin. My mother is a loosely practising Hindu. My father was neither religious nor atheist. You could have described him as agnostic. They consider themselves Indian. 

    But here is the twist: my father was born in Kenya. His parents had emigrated there from the Punjab in India before he was born. He lived in India for only a short time before moving to Leeds. Yet, I always wondered why he never considered himself Kenyan, or African. He held onto “Indian” as if it were a life raft. The idea of “from” seemed quite fluid to me. 

    And what about me? 

    I don’t believe in any Gods. My faith, as some would have it, is science. I was born, raised, schooled, and work in Britain. The vast majority of my friends are Caucasian. 

    So, which culture do I belong to? 

    Some would confidently say I am a member of Indian culture. Others, with equal certainty, would claim I am English. Yet more would say I have a typically “London” cultural association, whilst there are those that would deny London its own cultural existence entirely. 

    Do I live in a multicultural society? Am I multicultural? What exactly does that mean? 

    My rejection of this label originates from my limited understanding of science, specifically, evolution. 

    To understand humanity, I decided to look at the planet’s history. And whilst doing so, I noticed a universal truth: everything, living or inanimate, is at the mercy of evolution. It is the engine of unavoidable change. 

    Having concluded that even culture exists within these evolutionary clutches, I couldn’t understand how a society could be ‘multicultural,’ as if it were distinct, separate, and unchanging. 

    If everything evolves, would this “multi-culture” not simply be the next evolutionary step in a single, unified culture? 

    At this juncture, I feel the need to clarify my position. 

    I am not against diversity. In fact, my view is quite the contrary. I enjoy the variety of human expression and look forward to exploring the enriching aspects of different lives. 

    But we must distinguish between “diversity” and “division.” 

    There will always be elements of society I am unfamiliar with or even dislike. That is the nature of living among other humans. A culture can, and must, include a mix of sexes, ages, and backgrounds. 

    Take, for example, a seventy-year-old grandfather and his nineteen-year-old grandson. 

    Generally speaking, the grandfather in his seventies may not appreciate the music blasting from his grandson’s bedroom. He may not understand the slang. He may not agree with the politics. If we accept that music and language contribute to culture, then these two family members are technically living in different cultural realms. 

    The question then remains: Does the seventy-year-old live in a different culture to the teenager?  

    By respecting each other’s differences, are they being “multicultural”? 

    Case closed, conversation over. Problem solved. Time for a drink and a pat on the back. 

    But wait. 

    There are those loud voices that claim immigrants or progressives should “respect our culture” and “assimilate.” It is easy, and frankly lazy, to write these voices off as bigoted or merely cantankerous. But the logic cuts both ways. 

    Are these groups suggesting the grandfather and grandson share the exact same culture? Clearly, they don’t. We’ve demonstrated that. They don’t agree on the units of their apparent shared culture. After all, it’s the units (the music, the language, the food, the traditions), that form the whole. 

    So, if we can’t define culture by what we agree on, how do we define it? 

    To answer that, we could stop looking at the end product: the art, the music, the arguments. It’s possible we’ll understand more if we look at how those units arose in the first place. We need to look at the mechanisms that selected those ingredients for the cultural pot. 

    We need to go back to the very first hats, and understand why some made them small and others made them large. 

    What is culture?