I watched a movie, a truly wonderful movie, for the second time. But it’s not the movie, it’s the story. It was a true story, it was the story of a man who saved 14 million lives, shortened a world war by two years and changed the world in a way no one else ever has.
And he was persecuted into suicide at the age of 41. Persecuted through intolerance. Intolerance of people who were different, not of us so not acceptable.
It was the story of Alan Turing who invented what was to become known as the “Turing machine”. His mathematical genius developed a machine in the second world war that broke the German codes, their enigma machine. By doing so the British were able to predict what Germany would do, and thwart it. That’s what saved those 14 million people and shortened the war.
And the Turing machine? That was the world’s first computer. It was Alan Turing that gave us this miraculous technological world we live in today.
So why did he commit suicide? Because he was different at a time in a world that wouldn’t accept it, he was a homosexual (“Gay” was a word of joy then), and homosexuality was a crime. He was exposed, and couldn’t live with it. One of the greatest geniuses of our time, a man who has changed the world for the better, and the world killed him.
The British Queen in 2013 gave him a royal pardon, but he was dead.
It’s time we accepted the differences of people, not just gays, and learnt to live together. Too many of the wars of today are wars of intolerance.
A special place, special law, special condition for those with a different religion should not be necessary. We shouldn’t need an ARMM or a Bangsamoro, or anything else. We should live in understanding of each other. And allow others to do as they wish as long as it does not physically hurt us. If it mentally does, then we should change our mindset.
The more I think about it the more I think a special environment for our Muslim friends should not be necessary. I raised it in my column on March 5 (Why not live together?) when I talked about Sierra Leone, where they do live happily together.
Why can’t we do that here? The right to Sharia law for Muslims between Muslims already exists. The right for Muslim schools to teach the Muslim religion is already permitted.
We’re being forced into a separation we really shouldn’t have, by some hot heads with guns. In opposition to the good Turing did is the evil whoever invented the gun did. Its invention has brought so much death and violence to the world. I can’t think of a single good guns have done, but I can count in the tens of millions, or is it hundreds of million the people guns have killed.
But back to the theme of my thoughts “tolerance” or its obverse “intolerance.” What harm has allowing others to privately do as they wish done to the rest of us? None. What harm has being intolerant of others done to us? It’s killed us. Or made life insufferable for those unfortunate to be on the other side.
It’s why I’ve never understood why Catholic priests here can be so intolerant of others when my learnings of Christ’s teachings were the opposite of that. He preached tolerance and love for others, not vilifying them or denying them the kind of life they wished. At least that’s what I learnt in the church school I went to. Am I wrong?
The bottomline is: Preach what you wish, believe in what you wish, live the life you wish. But don’t impose it on others.
Alan Turing had every right to enjoy the sex life he wished. I wish I were half the genius he was, and do as much good for the world as he did. Yet intolerance killed him. Alan Turing, a name to remember. Watch the movie, The Imitation Game. And let’s co-exist together.
Mind you this doesn’t mean I don’t support the BBL. I have to but only because it’s a practical solution to the reality of where we are today. But it should be recognized as only a first step toward peaceful co-existence with all Muslim communities.
We were at the 85th birthday of First Philippine Holdings chairman emeritus Oscar Lopez last week, a wonderful occasion for a wonderful gentleman. It was a night honoring a man who’s lived a life of service to others.
It raised something I’ve long been disappointed about, we give honor and recognition to those we love and admire – after they die. They never get to hear the eulogy they deserve. The problem, of course, is at what point in their life do we eulogize them? That’s something that can be worked out. Whatever date is decided surely this is a nicer thing to do.
Last Monday must have been one of those bad days one has, I left my money clip on the restaurant table and dropped my cellphone somewhere. It was in Commercenter in Alabang. I went back to the restaurant, Elbert’s, they were holding it for me. My phone? Commercenter security called my wife that a customer had handed it in and they had it. Then an evening at the birthday of a friend turning 95, Meniong Teves. So it was a good day after all, some honest people, in a new shopping mall making it so.
This poem was written by the 11 year-old son of a friend of mine, Rosario Bradbury of SGS when his grandfather died. He wrote it in 5 minutes:
20 years in life is childhood and teen years
the time you barely have fears
the time you should enjoy forth better
because it won’t last forever
40 years here is when you’re older
the time you’re bolder
the time you get a house
maybe even a spouse
80 years in life is when you retire
because you want to relax by the fire
be healthy because you might fly
into heaven and die
Live life to the fullest
because you could be the best
and remember have fun
every moment til it is done
Source: Philippine Daily Inquirer