Ok, so, it’s been a while since I did a whole political post. But it’s time now! And what better to address than the whole #BLM thing which has swept across the world.
So, metaphor time: There’s a car crash. There’s four of you in the car. You’re in the back. Your arm is broken. You can see it’s broken. You can feel it’s broken. It’s dangling in funny ways and when your mate next to you looks at it.. he wants to throw up! Because it’s broken. The aforementioned dude seems ok but disorientated. The driver appears to be in shock. He’s just sitting there.. staring out of the front window, presumably looking at the wreckage of the front of his BMW which just attempted to rear-end a Volvo. Bad idea! It’s a Volvo! The driver’s passenger is winded from the airbag deployment but is talking and is also not best impressed when looking at your arm. Which is broken. And dangly!
Scenario One: the passers by and surrounding people get to the car. There appears to be no danger of spectacular explosions happening, as is the want of everyone who makes films with car crashes in. There’s two who did first aid a few years ago, for a job they were doing which needed a designated first aider. They know how to make slings, possibly even a splint, they’re aware of resuscitation techniques and are pretty sure they know the breath to compression ratio. They get you out of the car first because.. you’re the one screaming due to the obviously mangled broken arm. It’s visual. You are priority. To all intents and purposes the rest of the occupants are probably ok because they’re displaying nothing in particular in the way of injuries. They then proceed to get the winded driver’s passenger out, your fellow rear seat passenger, and the driver, who needs to be pulled out due to the overdose of Swedish metal (and I don’t mean Clawfinger!) which has remixed the german metal (noooo there’s no Rammstein either!). So… everyone’s out, you’re being tended to, hunky dory. Except for just one thing…
Scenario two: The crash was fortunate, if you can use that word, to have happened a whopping three cars down from an ambulance. The paramedics leap into action because… not all heroes wear cloaks. They get to your car… where you’re suitably bewailing your lot due to having a limb resembling spaghetti rather than it’s usual formidable appendage appearance! … and the paramedics open the door and ask if everyone’s ok. You, perhaps unsurprisingly given your arm appears to be emulating an octopus’s tentacle, suggest in no uncertain terms that, no.. you’re not ok. Your arm is broken. The winded guy with a facefull of airbag pipes up that he’s ok, and so the medics ask you both to get out of the car and go wait by the ambulance, having established coherence and listened to your information. Your companion on the back seat says nothing, nor does the driver. The paramedics note that the airbag for the driver did not deploy. They also note the lack of seatbelt on the remaining passenger.
So, because of their training and education, within that scenario, the paramedics are able to establish that, there are different levels of requirements for treatment for each individual. The guy with massive internal injuries from the steering wheel impact, who’s obviously in deep shock having not moved, and the guy exhibiting concussion symptoms who’s likely sustained a head injury from impacting upon the seat in front of him, are in much greater need than you, the guy with the broken arm. Yet… the average Jo Public, simply couldn’t see that, and even those who thought they had some knowledge, in truth were unable to see who was the priority. And rather than investigate further… they chose to go with the guy screaming. Because those who make noise get attention! And in doing so, almost certainly made things worse because.. in scenario one, it’s entirely possible that at least one, maybe both because of the undiscovered neck injury, die from being moved.
So here’s the deal. In my eyes, the BLM thing, is trying to teach everyone to be paramedics. The guy with the mangled arm is the guy who can only see his own issue, and is utterly bewildered at the possibility of anything other than his broken arm being priority. He’s the guy screaming ALL INJURIES MATTER!! but in actual fact means MY injury matters because he perceives his designated position of importance to be an infraction upon his status… and frankly… he can’t see any other injuries so, from his view, he’s being ignored for no reason. The paramedics ascertained that, he needed the least attention in order for him to be able to function again in the future. The driver, who needed the most attention, is unable to make noise and so this is who the BLM thing is working for. They’re making noise for the person who can’t, or isn’t able, while at the same time inspiring people to become the paramedic.
But… and herein is a major issue… they’re making noise to people who already believe they ARE paramedics, but are not, and thus.. they don’t see what the problem is! They don’t perceive what isn’t visual. Thus, to a massive amount of the public, the BLM people are the guy who’s broken his arm but isn’t important, he can be dealt with by a first aider, and they, in their version of being the paramedics, can go home because they’re not needed!
I’d like to believe that, if he’d been educated, the guy with the broken arm would’ve been able to see that the driver and passenger required more help than he did, and he’d understand why they needed to be treated first. In fact, he’d not only understand, he could actively help! Someone else’s need doesn’t diminish your own requirements, but it can put a perspective upon them. I’d also like to believe that, if you can show the public how to understand that, just because you can’t initially perceive it, doesn’t mean it’s not there! BLM I think is designed to create the desire to look beneath the surface, but upon doing that, the person must take responsibility for it! And… in all honesty, to put in that effort, to want to be a paramedic rather than just a first aider, you’ve got to really want it. You’ve got to actually care, and caring in a world of apathy is not something that comes easily. Whereas apathy does.
Our primary nature as a species, to conquer and subjugate, to move up the social structure so as to position ourselves in the best place in order to forward our genes, is what’s caused the need for this issue to be dealt with, the repression of a demographic, and if we wish to keep some semblance of believability in our anthropomorphic personification of us being a “Human rather than animal” society then perhaps it’s time for our nature to take a back seat, and let nurture run the show for a while. And maybe, realise, that while first aid is a great skill to have, sometimes you need to step back and let a paramedic work.
And learn from it.