Showing posts with label Chief Azuh Chimezie. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Chief Azuh Chimezie. Show all posts

Saturday, December 09, 2017

Of Cultures, Taboos, and Chief Priests

My father always told me that "a deity is as benevolent or fiendish as its chief priest or priestess." Recently, I was re-reading Mary Douglas's seminal work, Purity and Danger, and her analysis of how dominant sections of a society determine its taboo system reminded me of my father's wisdom. Douglas writes: "The study of taboo impinges inevitably upon philosophy of belief. The taboo-maintained rules will be as repressive as the leading members of the society want them to be. If the makers of opinion want to prevent freemen from marrying slaves, or want to maintain a complex chain of inter-generational dynastic marriages, or they want to extort crushing levies -- whether for the maintenance of the clergy or for the lavish ceremonials of royalty -- the taboo system that supports their wishes will endure. Criticisms will be suppressed, whole areas of life become unspeakable and, in consequence, unthinkable. But when the controllers of opinion want a different way of life, the taboos will lose credibility and their selected view of the universe will be revised." The mindset and worldview of these "mouthpieces" of the gods, with the support of secular powers within the community, ultimately dictates the social tone of the community's sense of morality.

Mary Douglas, 1966 (2002): xiii
Purity and Danger: An Analysis of the Concept of Pollution and Taboo 

Sunday, June 15, 2014

On Father's Day: Tribute to my Dad

Onowu Ezeoma: Dear Father, Friend, and Mentor
Born: 12.12.45. Buried 12.12.12

Chief Azuh Chimezie
Onowu Ezeoma (Chief Azuh Chimezie, Ichie Onyeokwereomume). I still recall it all. The hour. The day. Saturday, November 3, 2012. The call.  The news. The shock. The tears. The disbelief. And then. The reality check. The thanksgiving, for your life.  The prayer, for your eternal rest. It all happened in one quick succession.  So quick, it sometimes still feels dreamed-up.  But shortly before that telephone call informing me of your transition, you had communicated your departure.  I had experienced this sudden and unexplainable restlessness that jolted me from my reading desk, where I had been at work all day.  Standing up from that call, I went straight to the chapel.  There, before the Blessed Sacrament and strengthened by the hope of the Resurrection, I thanked God for your life, and prayed for the forgiveness of your sins and repose of your soul.
When later that night my superior invited my Jesuit brothers in the community to the chapel to pray the Psalms for you, I was consoled as I imagined the choirs of angels already welcoming you to their sweet and melodious heavenly alleluia.  My consolation grew in the following days as phone calls, emails, text and other messages poured in from Jesuit companions, friends, and acquaintances from across the world with assurances of Masses and prayers for you.  And when I informed my school, the London School of Economics, Global Media and Communications Program Director Professor Terhi Rantanem led a lecture hall filled with international students and professors to observe a moment of silence in your honor.  With all of this, I could only ask God to look kindly on our prayers for you and grant you eternal rest in his presence.