I’m just beginning to read about Alfred Kinsey in detail. You could say that along with heavyweights like English botanist Charles Darwin, and Austrian psychoanalyst Sigmund Freud (of course there are lots of people whose names I skip) are responsible in large part to the world we live in. our everyday world. The way we relate to each other and some of the morality we try to live up-to and force others to follow. The way we think about sex, the way we love, our religious beliefs, the way we regard nature, relate to each other.
How I wish now I could get my hands again on that Liam Neeson movie Kinsey again! It was the first movie that made me slowly realise that the 1960s in Western Europe and the USA would not quite have been what they were without this former bisexual American Methodist who wrote Sexual Behavior in the Human Male (1948, reprinted 1998) and Sexual Behavior in the Human Female (1953, reprinted 1998) .
It was Kinsey that made a howling America admit that many men had actually experienced a homosexual encounter in their youth. He proved, with life stories to argue, that many American women who were supposed to be married virgins, often had had sex before they were married. He proved, again with life-stories, that children did think about sex, had sexual experiences and yes there were orgasms and they were a big deal for both sexes. Scientifically.
Anti-Kinsey groups allege, “Kinsey's work has been instrumental in advancing acceptance of pornography, homosexuality, abortion, and condom-based sex education, and his disciples even today are promoting a view of children as "sexual beings." Their ultimate goal: to normalize pedophilia, or "adult-child sex." That’s from the folks at www. cwfa.org (Concerned Women for America) say.
As far as I know, no book on Alfred Kinsey or by Alfred Kinsey exists in Kampala and perhaps Uganda. I know. I have been frantically searching for any. Kinsey’s life story reinforces for me a suspicion that the people who fundamentally change the world are not the headline makers but the academia, the teachers, and I’m beginning to wonder with real worry what our academia and our teachers have been quietly imparting. Perhaps this being Uganda, someone needs to ask what our religious leaders are imparting. It is time, I fully realise, I stopped saying someone, it is time I started actively asking. The world is changed one person at a time. It is no small achievement to convince your child that eating carrots is good for them, their eye sight will be the better for it. We change the world everyday and never appreciate our influence or are ashamed of it.
Thinking of posting this blog post, I realised that I do not know who the Google founders are, the supposed parent company that supports blogger. Yeah, I do not know who began blogger and until this moment, I did not care. I’m a Facebook regular. It was my lifeline for many months when I could not see my friends and when I chat with them on facebook I do not feel a need to call them or to see them physically. I think they are well. They have got to be well. Their status message read ebullient. They took a while to answer my phone text messages but I mean we all know that the phone networks here are far from reliable and can you believe it that Mango or MTN can suspend its services for a whole afternoon and there are no street demonstrations. The National Bureau of Standards does not say anything the next day, no newspaper announcement, radio or what.
The mind is an inquiring, thirsty sponge, open to soak up influences. Your mind determines who you are. This means that your mind influences greatly determine who you think you are. Your teachers, academic and non academic. In early youth I read the stories of violent revolution, Biblical and French Revolution like they were great adventure stories.
Until a few days ago I thought Guy Fawkes was a bad guy, never did think about his cause. In read a pleading letter in a newspaper that asked how it is that there is only one street named after first Democratic Party President Benedicto Kiwanuka and incredible as it seems, he is yet to be named a Ugandan national hero. A man who in the official records is reputed to have died refusing to compromise the independence of the judiciary and played a more than significant part in the eventual independence of Uganda ( never mind its format). I have begun to wonder how many kids born after 1986 know the name of Benedicto Kiwanuka or care that such a man lived. What about Basil Bataringaya? Musaazi? Why am I bringing up their names? They were gentlemen, at least by Ugandan standards and I’m wondering if there’s still a place for such people in our Uganda.
I should have written for you something else but I could not think of anyone else but Alfred Kinsey and how he changed my world. Changed your world.