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The subject of censorship has been written about at K. since the 1990s, pricipally in relation to DeSchooling and my founding of FLEX (1970).
Maybe I’ll streamline someday, but right now I add:
An article online today reports a current film, supposedly erotic, getting censored in India. Wow: land of the Kama Sutra censoring something for being erotic!
I repeat for the nth time: I love George Bernard Shaw’s point about censorship: what’s illegal should be clearly stated. If something is not specifically forbidden, then it’s legal. I disagree: we don’t know enough, never will, to know what’s harmful: the future must be allowed for, new knowledge, new fears … Of course Queen Victoria had no laws about genetically modified foods: it does not therefore follow that it’s safe!
Anyway, I want to add a pk point to GBS’s generalizations:
The censors should endeavor to to clarify what will be censored before the studio spends one hundred million $ making the illegal movie!
Obama gets elected. The censors forbid portraying Obama in profile. I portray Obama in Profile. Stomp on me, go ahead. But if there’s no such prohibition, and I devote ten years to writing a novels, which interpreted seems to be Obama in profile, then get the fuck out of my way. I have the right to write it, and to seek to publish it, and to seek to profit from it.
Of course there’s a major flaw in this argument: it assumes, falsely, that human communication is possible in a kleptocracy. No, no: it’s all pretend. Legislators pretend that laws can make sense, that principals can be discussed, rationally.
Speaking of India, just yesterday I was watching a DVD on Indian women struggling to strengthen themselves, discipline themselves, empower themselves … and affirm their Hindu identity … to defend themselves from modernism, yet to become modern … never mind the contradictions. I love it, and approve. Go, Hindu women.
PS Back in the 1960s I met some Zoroastrians. One beautiful woman, Dhun (meaning Song), flirted with me outrageously, right in front of my girlfriend! (Hilary was used to that, as is Jan today.) (I hadn’t thought of her in all those decades; now I’m haunted!)