There's a
night club in the basement of the building adjoining the one I live in. (Actually,
I'm ambivalent about calling it a "night club" since, although it
certainly functions only during the night, it has no criteria for membership - unless
you count the policy of selective admission defined by the appearance of the hopeful
patrons and administered at the door by blokes you would have to be crazy to
argue with. But times move on and my quibble over terminology is most likely
explained by a lingering nostalgia for the passing of the term
"discotheque" and a smidgeon of resentment in knowing that I would
certainly not get past these doormen). I have no first-hand experience of what
goes on in that subterranean haunt, but I imagine it is the same kind of thing
that went on in discotheques - dancing and pulling - different only in scale,
being fuelled by cheaper, more available drink and drugs, and driven by bigger,
louder sound-systems.
These past
couple of weeks I've attended several late night meetings held in my
neighbour's apartment with the operators of the night club - polite,
well-intentioned chaps who have a bit of a problem - now that we have brought
it to their attention. Their licence to operate depends - among other things -
on their not creating a noise nuisance for the people upstairs who prefer to
sleep at night. Unfortunately, recent alterations to the interior of their
building have breached the acoustic insulation with the result that we have
been able to hear the records being played down below. (“Hi Ho Silver Lining”
is not one of them).
I am
inclined to sympathise with the night club operators, obliged as they are to
spend a deal of time and money fixing the acoustic leak. It’s not really their
fault: shit happens. Besides, I find it rewarding to be in dialogue with a
segment of society which is culturally distant from me despite its physical
proximity. I say ‘distant’ as opposed to ‘distinct’ because there is a connection via the discotheque lineage.
One advantage of being older is that you have the benefit of having been young
and, with a bit of luck, you don’t forget the ages you’ve been: which
facilitates the natural process of inter-generational tolerance and
understanding.
A more
difficult challenge in respect of tolerance and understanding arises when there
is perceived to be little or no common ground, as occurs when inter-societal
connections are non-existent or fractured. Here, in multi-cultural Britain, we
have daily opportunities to experience this challenge. We have cities where
people of different races, faiths and cultures live in close proximity but in
separate enclaves, their lives coinciding often only when commercial
transactions take place.
The best way to confront potential problems- dialogue on all sides. Maybe you can bring up the (relatively silent but equally contentious) issue of chewing gum which liberally covers the whole of the are outside the club too? ;-)
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