Want to believe

I just finished The Ministry of Utmost Happiness by Arundhati Roy, after being introduced to her on Democracy Now! (aka my favorite tv show).

Anjum, one of the books leading characters, lives in a graveyard. In it is a gravestone that simple says Islahi.

Some thought Islahi was a prince killed by the British after the rebellion of 1857, others believed he was a pimp knifed to death by a prostitute in the 1960’s.

“As always, everybody believed what they wanted to believe.”

Im looking at this quote as a way to worry a bit less about what people think, acknowledging it could just be what’s most convenient for them to believe… and what if that’s ok sometimes?

If the group that believes Islahi was killed in battle does so as a means of pride and it actually helps them maintain and build pride, why not believe it?

Facts are facts (mostly). And people believing hateful things without digging deeper isn’t ever acceptable (always). But in some instances maybe it’s ok to not worry as much about what others think.

It could be cool to focus our time and energy on something besides proving right vs wrong, like dreaming about cool stuff we haven’t thought of yet! 

I also always love a total switch of what I thought was a definitely truth. Thanks my bro Jacob for showing me how dope this realization can be.

All this said, I might be missing some major cultural context in this piece of Roy’s novel, but to put even that wrongness through this lens would say that I’m learning from my interpretation so maybe it’s still ok too 🍰