Posted by: Witch Doctor | July 26, 2011

Dark Creep – A ramble

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It will be obvious to those reading this blog that The Witch Doctor is obsessed with Creep whereas My Black Cat sees life as a huge cauldron bubbling with Conspiracies.

My Black Cat is stupid of course, and most of her antics should be ignored although occasionally she stumbles upon something quite interesting.

That something invariably turns out to be Creep rather than Conspiracy.

The time has come to say a little more about the Witch Doctor’s obsession with “Creep.”

When The Witch Doctor was a child, she attended a UK primary school where everyone was white. Everyone. Teachers too. This is because everyone who stayed in the area was white. There were a few “foreigners” however – about a dozen maybe in the school. Most of the “foreigners” were British but came from another part of the UK and spoke English with a different dialect. There were Italian children too in the neighbourhood, whose parents probably came over to the UK during the war. These children spoke with our dialect but we were particularly interested in them because of their dark Mediterranean looks. They were quite popular too – probably because there was often an association with ice cream. They didn’t attend The Witch Doctor’s school because most of them were Catholics. Their school was further away.

The Witch Doctor has no recollection of Jewish children at the school. There may have been some, but they would only have been noticed if they spoke with a different dialect.

There was one child at the school whose mother was German. She could speak German fluently and this fascinated the rest of the class. The Witch Doctor was quite friendly with her for a while and sometimes visited her house for tea. It was there that she first came across an Advent Calendar and learned that in Germany Christmas was celebrated on a different day than in the UK. It was all a bit odd but interesting.

If a new girl joined the class, the rest of us looked after her especially if she came from a different part of the country and found difficulty understanding the local dialect. We befriended her and asked all about where she used to live. She would become very popular until she settled in and just became one of us. Heaven knows what happened if a new boy appeared. We weren’t particularly interested in boys during these early years. I suppose he just played football with the other boys.

In secondary school it was much of the same. Everyone was white and the “foreigners” originated from some other part of the UK, although once an American girl appeared temporarily while visiting the country with her family. She was a great hit. None of us had been to America so there was much to talk about.

Then, one day when we were older, a “foreign” boy appeared at the school. He had dark skin, black hair and very dark brown eyes. He spoke English with a foreign accent rather than a different dialect. He was Indian. He was also extraordinarily good looking and seemed a lot better mannered and more mature than any other male at the school at the time. He even started up his own business while at school and that gained him a lot of respect. He was very popular and remained so till we all left school.

The Witch Doctor believes that children, left to their own devices are not usually bigoted towards other children that seem different. They are interested in the differences, explore them, and welcome them.

But adults can change this approach of children to each other – sometimes in subtle ways.

At home, The Witch Doctor’s parents had a few friends and in modern parlance, they might be considered “diverse.” They were particularly friendly with two Catholic families (we were not Catholics), and a Jewish family all of whom had been friends since my parent’s childhood. My father also had a Malaysian friend called “Freddie.” These friends sometimes came for meals at weekends and we would sometimes visit them.

Even as a teenager, The Witch Doctor was a naïve little witch, partly because she never really studied history. She found she could not engage with dates and horrible bloody battles that seemed very stupid and happened a long time ago. Also she didn’t much like her history teacher because he called all the girls by their surnames, seemed to delight in wars, and acted as if he was a sergeant major.

However, at some point, by listening into various adult conversations over the years, The Witch Doctor gradually discovered Freddie had a story to tell. He had been tortured in a concentration camp during WW2.

The Witch Doctor will not tell you the details. Suffice it to say when she finally realised the significance of what she had learned, it wakened her up with a jolt. Indeed she spent many sleepless nights contemplating the cruelty that Freddie had experienced. She sometimes wept for him. Freddie had introduced her to an atrocious world that she did not know existed.

Just about the same time, she became aware there was bigotry in the world. It was even going on round about her but she had never noticed it before. The bigotry was often subtle and sanitised but it was there all right. The Witch Doctor does not like the modern fashion of “political correctness” because she thinks it often conceals bigotry rather than tackles it.

Later on as a medical student, The Witch Doctor was taught rather graphically about some practices of African Witch Doctors. This information made her physically sick and caused her even more sleepless nights.

She even wondered if she was emotionally suited to being a doctor, but she kept going anyway.

Then, as a doctor, The Witch Doctor had a patient who had been in Auschwitz as a teenager. She was still troubled by the experience many decades later and sometimes talked about it to The Witch Doctor. It reminded The Witch Doctor about Freddie and of man’s inhumanity to man.

So, it is not surprising that The Witch Doctor has since asked herself many questions about Nazi Germany. Was Hitler mad? What did he feel about those close to him? Did he think what he was doing the right thing for humanity? How did he gain support? Did those supporting him know of the atrocities? Why did the Germans or the Jews not notice what was happening earlier? Why did they not stop him? Why did the populous keep their heads under the parapet?

Above all, how would The Witch Doctor have behaved if she had been a doctor in Nazi Germany during the Hitler regime?

She asks herself questions about the psyche of people like Harold Shipman.

And about those who use insulin as a murder tool.

And doctors who participate in torture or executions.

Right now, The Witch Doctor is contemplating what kind of individual would over many years meticulously plot cold-blooded mass murder on an island full of teenagers after blowing up the centre of Oslo.

There are more learned brains than The Witch Doctor’s asking these questions about the Norwegian murderer right now. No doubt some think they have an answer.

The Witch Doctor has not found an answer to the type of psyche underlying various obscene atrocities against humanity. However, she does not believe that in many instances it is due to conventional “madness.”

Madness would be much easier to understand.

She believes, however, that “Creep” can be an important factor in changing and influencing individuals who were not born wicked or mad.

We all Creep to a greater or lesser extent.

She has read some of the 1518 page document called “2083 – A European Declaration of Independence” and dated London 2011. This is the document that was produced by the Norwegian mass murderer who calls himself by the British sounding name “Andrew Berwick”.

From what she has read so far she does not think she detects madness as the force driving the author of this document, but rather political “Creep.” Previously undetected Creep that has fermented into something repugnant, rampant and dangerous and has only now manifest itself in terrible ways.

In the meantime Norway is grieving deeply as most of the world looks on with empathy, wrestling with emotions of sadness, anger and disbelief.

Afterwards. What then?

Will politicians and the rest of us recognise this “Creep” and try to do something about it?

And if so, what?

Or will we all just try to comfort ourselves by calling it “madness?”

Or will we just ignore that Creep exists and do things like answer facile questions about what makes us happy, so that the government can do really, really useful things like tick boxes and publish the UK’s “Happiness Index?”


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Responses

  1. We humans are complex things dear Witch Doctor and although we may believe differently are so susceptible to Creep.

    Like your good self I (with siblings) was raised in a town where racism never raised its ugly head and we were well taught in understanding others cultures and I cannot recall meeting a black person until a holiday in London.

    Father had been a ‘black’ anarchist during the war years – dad was liberal minded and his political beliefs did not cause a ‘problem’ as due to myopia he was seconded to hospital administration and his would be stance of a conscientious objector was never brought to the fore. I can remember reading one of his many books on the subject of anarchy at perhaps the age of 8-9. Part of its contents detailed the arrival of black GIs in Britain during the war years, telling of their initial warm reception, their ready acceptance by locals and how this changed after the British Governments stance of ‘Don’t get to friendly’ – this being a directive from those in the higher echelons of the American Armed Forces – caused them (the locals) to rethink and develop prejudice. This is ‘fine’ example of Creep. (How easy we are to manipulate).

    At the age of eleven we moved to a different part of the country where black faces were more prominent. As my dads employers had the word ‘Africa’ in its title, our soon to be neighbours had signed a petition that we should not be allowed to move into this quite well-to-do part of town. We did of course. This was my first encounter with racism and I learned from it.

    At the age of seventeen I holidayed in Germany and can remember the hotel manager accosting us tired travellers on our arrival late at night as he so very much needed to explain (his part in) and apologise for the war. He told of the steady indoctrination of Nazi ideology into the minds of the ‘average’ German who had no time for hatred, who had Jewish friends – who were not considered Jews, merely friends. He told that across times you accept these alien ideologies – or if not, you at least pretend you do for fear of repercussions. This is Creep at its best and worst.

    It is so easy to be swept up in the tide of indoctrination – this is so evident in the world in which we now live. Discrimination/bigotry is an awful nasty thing that plagues mankind – but I sense its potential in all of us. Our primitive self hides within all of us and it takes just a murmur of perceived injustice to bring our ‘beast’ to the surface. Rational thought returns (it) to its dark corner of our mind – but if we are continually indoctrinated by Creep it will remain in charge of us.

    I too believe that politic correctness ‘often conceals bigotry rather than tackles it’ and would go further in that individuals develop a ‘victim’ status of their own believing that others rights now appear paramount. Political correctness is divisive in itself.

    Regrettably, I think Creep has always been with us Witch Doctor as our psyche is so easy to manipulate, given the right set of circumstances. We are all I think, capable of great atrocities – although we would like to think we are not Mans inhumanity to his fellow man is evident across our entire history and all is perpetrated by once innocent children.

    Well WD this is my personal ramble and I would add that those who employ Creep (now), regrettably, are so much more astute than our forbears and are able to manipulate the minds of others with ease.

    See http://vimeo.com/10963605 for a black Americans insight into the wonder of being respected by locals when stationed in the UK during the war years.

    Anna :o]

  2. Thank you Witchdoctor, and Anna too.

    I first came across this haven in 2009…. and hadn’t been back, until now – YET, considering the thousands of things I must have read and thought about in the time,,, THIS place always ‘stood out’ in my mind.

    May I ask, this is such a clever, and beautifully crafted site…. have you considered a facebook page for the dynamic, rolling comments thing?

  3. Thanks for your thoughtful comment Anna and the link from WW2 that is still food for thought all these years later.

    Thanks for returning too Cindy. We witches are not really into Facebook much but we do occasionally tweet!

  4. […] are some of the Witch Doctor’s musings posted on this blog on 26 July 2011 following the Norwegian the atrocity last […]


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