kind of a hot take and maybe a bit offensive and blasphemous: confucianism was? is? kinda... off putting,, i find it weird that this guy existed in a point in time irl, and now we've come to think of him as a god figure?? he was real, and was probably a normal dude who got some different ideologies that people supported, and then now there's a religion. it's sus, not like muhammad from islam or moses from the bible, we have no tangible records that those people existed at all, or if they were of real people they dont have dates and times or documentation besides the scripture. perhaps this is something unique to china in the sense that their religions kind of have dates and that existence is not just confined to religious scripture if you know what i mean?? laozi, the founder of taoism, possibly exists in some accounts, and in others he is immortal, but its possible to think the guy existed.. idk sorry if this makes no sense to you.. i'm not even going to open the can of worms that is cultural minorities and their religions that i do not have the authority to even speak of knowledgeablely?? china is a melting pot of socio-cultural stuff i couldnt possibly understand without actually being there and i acknowledge that as an agonostic diaspora with one lone braincell that blasts rasputin all the time
actually wouldnt it be funny if elon musk started his own religion like confucius or whatever i think that would be funny i wouldnt call it a religion itd be a cult and an mlm simultaneously
This took a hot second to reply to because I went down oh so many an unnecessary side quest. But is it really a reply from me if I don't talk about something else instead?
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I am going to put this in the nicest most neutral way possible because a) I got nothing going on at this particular time, and
b) to your credit, I feel like you could hear yourself in your head sounding dumb as hell but just decided to hit snooze on those alarm bells and sent me this ask instead of turning to google first:
confucianism was? is? kinda… off putting,, i find it weird that this guy existed in a point in time irl, and now we've come to think of him as a god figure??
Confucius (Kongzi) did not start a religion. Confucianism is a school of philosophy first and foremost. He may be somewhat mythologised as a major historical figure, sure, but his primary influence is that of a philosopher and as the "father of Chinese ethics". He is revered as a great thinker, not a god. Comparable example: Socrates.
Confucianism is not a religion the way you might be thinking about it. There may be folk religion/religious practices that go into it, as Confucianism in Chinese society is heavily blended with aspects of folk religion, Buddhism, and Daoism, but Confucianism is not like Christianity where the namesake was/is deified by its followers.
In fact, fun fact, this was so much so the reality that was a point of criticism against Jesuit missionaries in the Ming Dynasty and perhaps a contributing factor (in addition to fundamental culturally-based world view differences) for why the Jesuits failed so hard at converting the Chinese masses to Catholicism/Christianity; they would try to explain Jesus in terms of Confucius teaching, and in turn, Confucius, which those who rejected the Jesuit teachings found incredulous.
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Side note time! when it comes to Confucius and what he said about religion/spirituality,he's often quoted as saying "敬鬼神而远之", "respect gods and demons/spirits from a distance", which, fun fact, Matteo Ricci (Jesuit missionary) uses in an argument to piggyback off the Chinese understanding of spirits to explain the Holy Spirit (i.e, the more important spirit to be worshipped who, unlike ancestor (spirit) worship, is the key to salvation) in his book "The True Meaning of the Lord of Heaven", written in Chinese. He points to the quote by Confucius as paradoxical because Confucius confirms the existence of spirits and encourages ancestor worship but also says to distance spirits, which, from Ricci's POV makes no sense if the point of ancestor worship is to curry favor with the spirits.
故仲尼曰:「敬鬼神而远之。」彼福禄、免罪非鬼神所能,由天主耳。而时人谄渎,欲自此得之,则非其得之之道也。夫「远之」意与「获罪乎天,无所祷」同,岂可以「远之」解「无之」而陷仲尼于无鬼神之惑哉?(source, 581)
So Confucius said: "Respect gods and demons/spirits from a distance". Happiness, position, and longevity and absolution [of sin] can only be handled by God. Yet contemporaries flatter [the spirits of ancestors] to obtain their [favor], but this is not the way to do it. This "from a distance" and "when you sin against Heaven, [there is] no one to pray [to]" are the same. How could "from a distance" and "there is no [gods and demons/spirits" trap Confucius in [the puzzle] that there are no gods or demons/spirits?
(^rough translation)
What I feel he takes out of context is that in the source of the idiom, Confucius is responding to a student who is asking him what the meaning of knowledge/wisdom/intelligence is. His full response is "务民之义 敬鬼神而远之 可谓知矣", "The meaning is to serve the people. Respect gods and demons/spirits from a distance—this could also be called wisdom". Confucianism generally holds that ancestor worship and similar rituals are necessary to society but that religious fanaticism and superstition should be discouraged. To Confucius, worship to spirits based on etiquette (which is respectful) are important to creating a stable and peaceful society. Devout belief/zealotry/fanaticism and indulgence in gods/demons/spirits/superstition is profane, so one should keep their distance and stick to rational respect for spirits (ritual). This is how Confucianism can actually be compatible with Christianity, although from Ricci's standpoint, he sees contradictions in Confucius because to him, ancestor worship to curry favor rather than worship to god IS the superstitious behavior and is blasphemous in the face of his god.
Fun food for thought aside, if you're wondering: Jesuits mostly got for milked for hundreds of years for their knowledge of things relating to science and math, which the Chinese considered as being part of knowledge that was once known but then lost in earlier dynasties due to political instability. Then ironically their favor began to decline when the Manchus instated the the Qing dynasty and in an effort to obtain more support from their Han subjects, adopted Confucianism philosophies more strictly.
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Basically, most of your vague questions here could probably be cleared up if you read up more on what Confucianism actually is and what its relationship to Chinese society is.
I can understand how this might be confusing if you are diaspora but grew up agnostic and only have the vague framework of, let's face it, Christianity in western society to base your understanding of religion off of, but I don't think it's thaaaaat unique to China for historical figures to be mythologised, either as the center of religions, folk religions, folk lore/legend, philosophies, or religious philosophies. Siddhartha Gautama and Jesus of Nazareth, for example. The Catholic saints. (Edit: also, Muhammad did exist historically and there's decent evidence to suggest that Laozi did as well, though these were not their birth names most likely).
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Chinese Satellite
it’s just a matter of time before i’m hearing things
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Sam comes home two years later.
She’s twenty years old, on the cusp of her twenty-first. There wasn’t really a good reason for why she came home. Regret for all the relationships she left behind. Maybe it was the curiosity, wondering what had changed and what stayed the same in the sleepy town she grew up in.
Mostly, it was the guilt.
One thing Sam Carpenter excelled at was dwelling in the past. Stagnant. Never moving forward.
It probably explains why she couldn’t enter the house that raised her.
A couple of minutes past midnight, Sam rolled into Woodsboro, and within half past the hour, she sat outside her old home.
The car she was driving wasn’t hers— much like the house she was outside wasn’t either. It was funny. She didn’t have a plan for coming back. She just got into Stacy’s car and drove.
She could be anywhere else. Doing anything else. But yet she was here. Living in the past again.
Getting out of the car, she wrapped her sweater around her, shivering. It was a hot May night, but this was her second time trying to get clean. Detox didn’t care for the weather. She would freeze anyway.
Sam ambled across the street, her hands digging into her skin. She walked slowly, carefully, ensuring no one could see her. If someone saw her, she wouldn’t have a good explanation for why she was here.
And if Tara saw her, well, she would have to break her little sister’s heart a second time.
As she approached the house, she noticed two lights were on. The kitchen light, and Tara’s room. The kitchen light wasn’t a shock- their mother needed it for her drunken late-night escapades. Tara’s, however, was a shock. Sam can’t recall her little sister staying up so late.
She probably missed it. A lot fell through the cracks in the last seven years.
If she squinted, she could see a cross above Tara’s bed. Funny. She doesn’t recall that.
Sam stood right outside the kitchen window, peering in. Not much has changed. The same wooden table with two functioning chairs still stood, with the same old paintings of fruit on the walls. There were still photos of the sisters- even cracked and crooked- posted all over the walls. It was comforting to know that even though she was gone, her face was still on the walls.
Her free hand fell to the cross around her neck, twirling the chain around her fingers. She knows leaning on her history with religion wasn't the right move. Nor the smart one. All it ever did was maim her and leave her barely breathing.
Sometimes, she likes to think that maybe if she prayed harder, somebody would listen.
It never worked. But maybe standing outside the house she grew up in and staring through the windows she knew well would lead to something.
Who was she to question God’s ways?
Her eyes flitted up to a picture on the wall. It was the sisters, somewhere around Sam’s eleventh birthday. The two sisters were squished together, both in their nicest church dresses. Easter Sunday.
Sam closed her eyes, taking in the photograph. She remembers that day well. In fact, she could probably relive it. The sickly sweet scent of Easter lilies, the scratchy dresses, the smell of coffee after service. She remembers Tara crying because she kneeled on a hairpin during prayer and her mami scolding both girls for being too loud.
Opening her eyes, Sam looked at the photo again, noticing the cross tightly held by Tara’s fist. It clicks. Sam does know that cross. It was the one their mami gifted both of them, one to keep and talk to God with.
She shrugged. It couldn’t hurt. It wasn’t like anyone else would be listening anyway.
Breathing out, Sam stared at the photo and spoke.
“We haven’t spoken in a while, have we?”
Already, she wasn’t very sure if she was speaking to Tara or God.
“I’ve got to tell you what a state I’m in…” she trailed off, collecting her thoughts.
Laughing a bit, Sam ran a hand through her hair. This was ridiculous. Standing outside her old home in the dark, staring into a kitchen that was never really hers. Pathetic almost. But some sort of gravitational pull kept her rooted in the spot, stuck in place.
“Fuck. I guess I don’t know. I have to tell you that I’ve started looking for a warning sign. A warning sign that maybe I shouldn’t come home. A sign that I shouldn’t look for more excuses, yeah?”
Sam bit down on her lip. Hard. Lying was a sin.
Good thing she was racking them up.
“That’s a lie, I guess. The truth is, I miss you. That’s my warning sign. Yeah. Yeah, the truth is that I miss you. I miss you so fucking much. I can’t-” she hiccups, a sob caught in her throat.
Sam clears her throat, wiping her nose hastily with her sleeve. “And I’m tired. God, I’m tired. I shouldn’t have let you go. I’m sorry.”
Looking down at the cross around her neck, she shuddered. “I shouldn’t have let you go.”
She shook her head, hand grasping the chain tight off to snap it. “But I did. And now I’m twenty years old. She’s fifteen. And you probably aren’t real, so what’s the point of all this?”
Nobody answered. Nobody heard her. It was silent. Like it always was around Sam.
“I don’t know. I just wish someone would hear me. Point me the right way,” she shrugged.
Groaning, Sam let go of the chain. “But no one is there. There are just echoes. That’s it.”
Sam looks around again, waiting for someone to come out. Anyone. Someone to hear her, talk to her. Point her in the right direction. Tell her what she was doing was wrong, and there was a fitting way to fix it.
Yet, God was silent. So was her childhood home.
“Why don’t you help me? Why weren’t you there for me? Were you ever there?” she half-shouted, snapping her mouth shut.
Fuck. She shouldn’t have yelled. Someone could hear her. Someone could find her.
But nobody answers.
She turns around, almost robotically, and marches back to her car. Sam is sure if she turned around, she would be met with silence. But if she marched forward to the car, maybe she could find someone to hear her. Maybe.
And so Sam crawls into the empty arms of someone she loves, the only love she hadn’t screwed up.
Empty arms with the name heroin. The only light that bathed Sam’s face from then on was the lighter she used to spark up.
If God wasn’t going to listen, neither was she.
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I know the show doesn’t say / confirm anything about Beatrice’s background but like. She is East or South East Asian. And I find it sliiiightly odd that I’ve only read one (1) fic that’s even made that explicit - not explored, just made that a fact in the fic - when KTY has loudly been like “yeah she’s Asian” (because… KTY is Chinese!!!).
Anyway my head canon is that Bea’s mum is old school rich diaspora Chinese, partly because the little info we have about her parents paints a picture of them being a) SUPER rich, b) super old school conservative (in addition to the Catholicism), c) both working in politics, a combination which indicates imo several things that you probably know if you’re British, politically aware and also British East Asian/Chinese:
Her parents more than likely both went to either Oxford or Cambridge - my money is on Oxford
They both probably took Politics, Philosophy and Economics and were members of the Oxford Union (a debate club of obnoxious twats), both things that most Tories deliberately pick if they have any future political inclinations, for networking as much as skills/what they learn. Anyway that’s probably how they met.
If her parents are super rich, super old school conservative and Catholic, imo probably more likely that it’s Bea’s mum who is Chinese as the upper class (esp. the old money) are incredibly racist and particularly so about “foreigners” marrying in, but they may have slightly more “tolerance” re: women than men as they’re also unsurprisingly sexist and the therefore orientalist attitudes towards East Asian women + being rich would maybe go down better than the racist fear of an East Asian man marrying a white daughter.
All this points towards Bea’s mum being old school diaspora Chinese rich imo (think Crazy Rich Asians), as the networking and knowledge (schooling, finances, investments, career opportunities, hobbies, clothing etc.) aligns closest with what we know about Beatrice’s parents. (Also the colonial history makes all this slightly more likely imo).
All this to say that I imagine Bea at Lunar New Year’s alone for many years thinking about her mum and that side of her family with complicated feelings, and then maybe tentatively finding some Chinese or ESEA community clubs in London or wherever to visit (Hackney Chinese Community Service lunch clubs!).
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