Tuesday, September 27, 2011

The beautiful game, or, how to abolish violence

After too many ugly episodes of crowd violence, one of Turkey's soccer teams banned men from the spectator stands. At a recent match, over forty-thousand women and children -- not a single man among them -- packed the stands. Mothers dressed babies in the team colors. Women chanted the team's anthems. Instead of hurling insults, the spectators cheered the players. The visiting team got a round of appreciative applause instead of bottles thrown at their heads. Afterward, the players tossed flowers, instead of curses, at the fans. Said the awed team captain, "This memory will stay with me forever."

6 comments:

Danni said...

Amazing. And so sad. Your words gave me chills.
What does your story really mean in the broader scheme of things?
I ask myself, as a mother of two boys, have I done right by them?
Nature vs. nurture...the age old debate rages in my mind.

The Querulous Squirrel said...

This is such a lovely post. For the women, it was a novelty. For the men, they already had a violent ritual established. It's hard to break such patterns once they start. They should be forced to go to Soccer Stand Etiquette school taught by the women. There should also be drug tests for steroids.

Chris said...

Yes, things would be so different if woman ran the world! At least it would be a cleaner place! :)

smartz said...

I love my son, and his best friend. They are both gentle, funny, kind, hardworking, respectful of women. I wish I knew what made them that way and how to spread it to other men.

The Querulous Squirrel said...
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The Querulous Squirrel said...

Smartz, my sons are like that too. I feel they had a great role model in their father who is like that, and for that reason I can't agree with the feminist position that the world would be so much better run by women. (I'm a former radical feminist; having sons changed me). Girls and women can be really mean in less obvious ways than men. It's the combination of alcohol and the crowd mentality of basically crude people, I think. This little post brings up a lot of interesting questions I've been pondering for a long time.