Pronunciation: \ˈfa-ˌshi-zəm also ˈfa-ˌsi-\
Etymology: Italian fascismo, from fascio bundle, fasces, group, from Latin fascis bundle & fasces fasces
1often capitalized : a political philosophy, movement, or regime (as that of the Fascisti) that exalts nation and often race above the individual and that stands for a centralized autocratic government headed by a dictatorial leader, severe economic and social regimentation, and forcible suppression of opposition
2: a tendency toward or actual exercise of strong autocratic or dictatorial control
— fas·cist \-shist also -sist\ noun or adjective often capitalized
— fas·cis·tic \fa-ˈshis-tik also -ˈsis-\ adjective often capitalized
— fas·cis·ti·cal·ly \-ti-k(ə-)lç\ adverb often capitalized
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palingenetic - 4 dictionary results
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pal⋅in⋅gen⋅e⋅sis /ˌp¿lɪnˈdʒɛnəsɪs/ Show Spelled Pronunciation [pal-in-jen-uh-sis] Show IPA Pronunciation
–noun 1. rebirth; regeneration.
2. Biology. a. embryonic development that reproduces the ancestral features of the species (opposed to cenogenesis ).
b. Obsolete. the supposed generation of organisms from others preformed in the germ cells.
3. baptism in the Christian faith.
4. the doctrine of transmigration of souls.
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Definitions do help. And a warm "hello" to you, too, Stephan. You've been missed.
I haven't read, Roger Griffin, and sadly, even with your help, I still don't understand his theory. So I can't say that I am a proponent of it, now can I? I found it interesting though, and he's on my list of "get around to it" reading. The main point of my question is this:-
"Is marginalization a passive aggressive cousin to facism? Or does does it incubate facism from the resulting resentment of those being marginalized?"
(I tossed in the link regarding mental illness diagnoses because that has snowballed into a phenomenon of labeling, sometimes to the point of romanticizing personality traits that are perfectly normal stages, cycles, or reactions to the events of life unfolding.) And um, that has particular interest to me. *wink*
I'm not sorry I tossed in the Griffin bit though, because it apparently caught your attention and your clarification made me look up the word, and I'm finding the biological and religious definition equally intriguing.
But thank you for your input, but I prefer to not get sidetracked into a discussion about Hitler. Yet.
Reggie? You're lovely to pop in here, as well.
Your reply made me think of something that happened to me in the grade school. I'm not sure if it's important or not, but it might give some insight into why I'm even musing on this.
So...A story? *grin*
Fourth grade. Scary stuff. It happened that was the grade in my school where students started changing classes. Most students, anyway. I'm not saying this to bang my own drum, but I was a special needs student, and back then, they really didn't know what to do with the smart kids. But they did put me in the highest classification, and there was only one teacher who handled that brainy elite. I was excited too. I thought I'd finally have instruction I could sink my teeth into, and I wanted so intensely to have a connection with what I'd hoped would be a mentor.
She was a dream, too. The idealistic perfect teacher. We were to read, read, read, in her class. We were to explore symbolism and learn to use simile and metaphor, and I was fairly smug since I already knew what those things were. I couldn't wait to "wow" her. I'd read everything on her reading list. I was...spiked! She was also to be my geography teacher, and art! I loved her before I met her.
Her class was arranged differently too. She believed in "work groups". So the desks were arranged in squares of four, students facing each other, as opposed to the solitary lines that all faced the blackboard. This was cool beans for me.
This lady meant business. Her class was neat and clean and orderly. She had books at our disposal--a private library she'd set up. But she did like things in place, and this class was nearly perfect. There was just one thing out of place-and that was me. Y'see, the placement of her students desks required an even number of students. She hadn't planned on me. I wasn't actually a fourth grade student, but the administration had decided that I would find her class more challenging, so they put me in there, for all of my subjects, excluding math, and science--I was in third grade for math, and fifth grade for science. But that's all besides the points.
This lady was so intent on maintaining her perfect plan, she would not requisite an extra desk for me. I was told to sit in the back, on a sink. (That was there for art students to wash up.) I had no place to put my books. I had to juggle my paper on a book on my lap. Now, I was a little girl and wore dresses, so naturally, when I crossed my ankle across my thigh, my panties showed. This infuriated her, and she would publically chastize me regarding "lady manners." And oh, it was worse, too. The sink was quite often wet, and sometimes there would be paints, or clay where I was to sit. She kindly supplied me with paper towels to clean the sink before I sat. But as I would do this, she would tap her foot impatiently and tell the class:
"We'll begin when Karen is ready--are you ready?"
So usually I just sat my miserable behind in the mess and then walked around all day with wet splotches on my clothing.
(Kids tease unmercifilly, as you know. They thought me incontinent and I was deemed "pee-body". That, and "cooties" will leave you lonely on the playground.)
A good day for me was when a child was absent, and I was allowed to sit in their desk. But her negativity had infused my classmates, so when that happened, I could actually sit like a normal student, but to the others I was persona non grata. (gratis?)
Now I didn't post my question with the intent of telling this story, but that one woman's treatment of me changed me. I started wearing pants, for one thing, usually stealing my sister's bell-bottomed jeans. (Unusual attire for a third grader in that place, at that time.) I also started a personal campaign to get out of her class. That's when Karen, who always had her hand up to answer questions, started keeping her hand (and her head) down. I grew my hair long to hide my face. And I also deliberately failed tests--and I expressed my hostility in my writing essays.
One other thing? To complete my transformation, I'd started raiding my brother's ashtrays for his "roaches". (That would be the remnants of a marijuana cigarette for you lovely folks who wouldn't know. He smoked filterless camels too, and not knowing the difference I just smoked everything in the ashtray--so I started smoking cigarettes too.)
It wasn't all bad--smile--while sitting in his room I'd read his guitar instruction books, and was introduced to new poetry in the form of Bob Dylan, Joan Baez, etc.
So you see folks, I am an example of how one woman's autocratic determination for a personally "perfect society" created a rebellious little human being, resentful of authority. (I think I've toned that down to "wary". *chuckle*)
I was eventually removed from her class, but I had become more of a loner. I didn't label all teachers as the enemy, but I did cautiously consider each new teacher as a possible antagonist. (So maybe I answered my own question?)
Later on, I had some really good teachers too. A few of them managed to see past my carefully crafted defense of self-marginalization, and I learned to love the teacher/student exchange that employed a respectful form of "mutualism".
Which brings me back to another point to consider:
"The tightest bond of all among species, the one that gives the word community more than metaphorical meaning, is mutualism. This third kind of relationship, often considered the true symbiosis and employed that way in less formal prose, in an intimate coexistence of two species benefiting both. A large part of dead wood is decomposed by termites---not by the termites really, but by protozoans and bacteria that live in the hind guts of the termites.And not entirely by these microorganisms either, since they need the termites to provide them a home and a steady stream of wood chewed into digestible pulp. So the right way to put the original phrase is: A large part of wood is decomposed by ther termite-microorganism symbiosis. The termites harvest the wood but cannot digest it; the microorganisms digest the wood but cannot harvest it. It might be said that over millions of years the termites domesticated the microorganisms to serve their special needs. That however, would be big-organism chauvinism. It is equally correct to say that termites have been harnessed to the needs of the microoganism. Such is the nature of mutualistic symbiosis: to attain the highest level of intimacy, the partners are melded into a single organism."
From The Diversity of Life by Edward O. Wilson
Now there's a nice little snippet of natural order, but is it a good metaphor for society?
Nobody wants to be the dead wood.
I imagine looking at Earth from afar, and oh it is such a busy place...
I realize that I can wave my freak flag, but I also consider that perhaps, that might be considered aggressive behavior by the standards of my common group. I consider that perhaps like with horses, self-marginalization can lead to group agreement of actual marginalization:
An aggressive horse in a herd is marginalized to the outside flanks of the herd, rendering that horse more susceptible to attacks by predators.
Perhaps that explains why so much crap has happened to me!
Kacy? Prayers continue, lovie. Martyjo, thank you for your friendship, it means much to me. Reggie? *smile* You and I could get into trouble together. And Stephan, thanks for your understanding and patience.
It's tea time. I'm gonna go think about that word palingenesis. It had more applications than I'd considered.