vertalen?

[stijn15]

wil iemand dit alsjeblieft vertalen ?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?
alvast bedankt!


Let's clear the air of poison and paranoia

LIBBY PURVES

Generally, I admire the commentator Yasmin Alibhai-Brown. I cheered and punched the air when she crossed swords with horrid Norman Tebbit on the Today programme (“This Miss whatchamacallit Brown may think she’s British”). I approve of her pamphlet After Multiculturalism, in which she recants her adherence to this soupy notion and advances a more subtle view of the relationship between the past century’s arrivals and us beige-faced persons whose ancestors shivered for longer on these chill islands. I applaud the nerve with which she lays into black and Asian community leaders who “only want to create high-pressure ghettos which imprison the young and women in the name of culture, or, these days, faith”.
But yesterday, even this excellent woman tumbled headlong into the venomous pit, under a headline shrieking “Mr Blunkett has insulted all of us”. She does not like the Home Secretary’s tone in his remarks preceding reports on last year’s Oldham, Burnley and Bradford riots. She seethes at his view that ethnic minorities should learn English and abide by British “norms of acceptability”. In her rant against his “crude and ill-informed” examples, she echoes other speakers who yesterday took grave offence at references to forced marriage and female genital mutilation. Ms Alibhai-Brown is furious at the notion of British “norms of acceptability” being put forward as a model, and weirdly insults the rest of us in return by ranting: “I feel under no obligation to bring my daughter and son up to drink themselves to death in a pub, for a laugh. I will not, if you don’t mind, go into turmoil every time a white Briton is shown in some foreign prison.”

Well; me neither, Yasmin. Some of us beige-browed people can be surprisingly fundamentalist about stupid boozers and greedy drug mules. But it was disturbing to find a good commentator succumbing to the same spiteful paranoia as the Muslim woman who wrote to the newspapers saying that she wanted nothing of British values because they involve “waking up in a stranger’s bed in your own vomit”.

I suppose that Ms Alibhai-Brown could be making a subtle satirical point: that David Blunkett is wrong to define other people’s cultures by excesses like forced marriage and female circumcision (even though these exist, oh yes they do) because white Britain wouldn’t want to be defined by its drunken oafs and oafettes. It was argued yesterday that most Asians disapprove of forced marriages, and that arranged ones are a different matter (though when a timid daughter loves her parents and big brother, the line between arranging and forcing can be virtually invisible). It was also argued that immigrants long to learn English and are only thwarted by the system. That is disingenuous too: there are plenty of women who still use their children as interpreters because their husbands forbid them to go out and mix. As a result they cannot be what all mothers should be, the cement of communities. Of course, nobody should define a whole racial group by stubborn anomalies, but I have no objection to Mr Blunkett pointing out that they exist.

But he is under fire. Mohammed Sarwar, MP warns his Home Secretary not to “patronise” ethnic minorities (why not? Ministers patronise the rest of us every day). Rhiaz Ahmad — the deputy mayor of Oldham — says darkly that the British National Party will take comfort from Mr Blunkett’s words. Well, so they do from Shakespeare. And Charles Kennedy drivels about the Home Secretary’s language being “not at all helpful”. In late August, extolling the cheerful no-nonsense welcome of Canadian citizenship tests, I wrote how odd it seemed in that mosaic society to remember the “poisonous paranoia of British race relations”. After September 11, the poison and the paranoia are even worse. Everyone regards it as their duty to feel insulted, all the time. How boring, how destructive, how pathetic can we get? I accept the argument that Mr Blunkett may be dodging out of the Government’s share of blame for the deprivation that fuelled the northern riots. But his outburst is otherwise quite useful. The pussyfooting fake reverence for immigrant “cultures” has done damage to British life. One small but horrible example says it all. In the harrowing inquiry into the murder of Victoria Climbié by her great aunt Marie-Therese Kouao and boyfriend, it transpires that after she was discharged from hospital with burns and belt-buckle marks on her back, the social worker Lisa Arthurworry visited her lethal home (where the child was regularly battered with a hammer) and noted “a certain constraint in the way Victoria treated her ‘parents’,” but attributed this to “the sense of formality” prevalent in “Afro-Caribbean families”.

For God’s sake: this child was not even Afro-Caribbean. She was from the Ivory Coast. A lethal mixture of mismanagement, reverse racism and a politically correct reluctance to challenge an assertive black woman meant that common sense was abandoned and a child betrayed. It also transpires that Carole Baptiste, the elusive manager responsible, reportedly often spent meetings talking about the “difficulties of being a black woman”.

The point here is that none of them was doing the job properly; and that they were hampered rather than helped by a preoccupation with “cultures”. Colour is immaterial: the same inhibition has hamstrung doctors, teachers, police and social workers of all races as they struggle to define what is cultural and what is plain criminal.

The key lies in the wider society. What we need is fair facilities and services for all and a law for all, properly enforced. Every act of racist insult or violence is, and always has been, covered perfectly adequately by ancient legislation. Every infringement of young women’s liberty, every mutilation of a baby, every harassment of an Asian shopkeeper, is illegal. Discrimination against a black employee or tenant is covered by a law four decades old. Just because we have been bad at law enforcement (and rubbish at recruiting black police) is no reason to cumber ourselves with pious new laws and codes (including Mr Blunkett’s own “incitement to religious hatred”).

The answer to the problem of “feeling British” is not that elusive either. We all got a shock when we discovered that some young British Muslims feel so uncommitted that they think it OK to take up arms for an enemy power; but that should not blind us to the fact that they are a minority, indoctrinated by a smaller minority. Most people with an ethnic minority background do not have the slightest difficulty in owning both identities, and rather enjoy it. If black and Asian Britons often find their “ethnic” culture warmer than that of their present homeland, the remedy lies in our hands. I know it is old hat to cite the Thatcherite line about “no such thing as society, only individuals and their families”, but much evil sprang from it. It led to the cocooning privatisation of individual families — hence ethnic groups — while common provision got ever shabbier. If safe parks and playing-fields, decent transport and health decline into chaos, so do communities. A child of six could work it out.

It was interesting to see the BBC news conclude its report on Blunkett with a shot of the temporary Bradford ice-rink being enjoyed by all. If local communities had more self-determination, more freedom over funding, more encouragement to find their own solutions, racial tension might ease at remarkable speed because Britain would become a nicer, friendlier, fairer, more relaxed place to live in. Mr Blunkett is going to talk tomorrow at Balsall Heath about local solutions to local problems. Let us hope he can persuade his dirigiste, centralising, self-important Government to think the same way. Because in the end it all joins up: problems, solutions, identity, security, race, happiness.

David Blunkett is a grouch, a scold, a street-fighter hardened by struggle. He had no silver spoon in his mouth, not even the gift of sight. As Education Secretary he had to compromise with some of his own old principles, and that too played a part in forming the bruiser who stands before us today, chin out-thrust, fists curled, happy to tread on toes. But thinking the unthinkable, from NHS to race relations, is the mood of the day. It could be helpful. It clears the air. If he wants a frank argument, let’s have one.

[DruidessI]

Waarvoor? Als het huiswerk is,..... we zijn niet je slaafjes!

Groetjes,
Suzan

[stijn15]

geenn huiswerk,
is heel belngrijk voor mijn overgang dit jaar! echt waar!
ik kan geen engels! ik snap het ook niet!
dit is ook meteen een uitdaging voor jou!
xxx
Stijn

[DruidessI]

Moet het perfect vertaald worden of slechts globaal

Op de uni als je vertaalt, dan is het vaak direct uit een samenvatting, maar meestal vertaal je het niet, eigenlijk.

En dan kunnen de zinnen niet letterlijk vertaald zijn, maar globaal, maar de betekenis blijft dan toch dezelfde.

Groetjes,
Suzan
Ps.: ik studeer geen Engels
Ps.: en mijn nederlandse zinsconstructies kloppen ook voor geen meter

[Dit bericht is aangepast door DruidessI (12-12-2001).]

[stijn15]

wat is de uni?
ik hoef het ok maar globaal in het nederlands te hebben!
graag zelfs!
waar kan ik da laten doen?
XXX
Stijn

stijn15 schreef:
wat is de uni?

Gokje: de universiteit.

[stijn15]

welke site kan ik dat doen dan?

Je kunt hem letterlijk op http://www.tranexp.com:2000/InterTran? laten vertalen. Ik kan het wel, maar hij is me te lang.

[MeCute1983]

ben je gek ofzo? weet je hoe een lap stof dat is?