Kids at my high school found it pretty cool, me being able
to speak something that wasn’t straight-up BBC English, so I learnt to play
around with them a little. In Year 11, I taught my Spanish teacher to say ‘kol
khara’, promising her that the phrase would go down well when she went to Egypt
for her summer holiday; and in Year 9, I fluked an entire module of my GCSE in
Expressive Arts by pretending to be an Arab delegate at the UN in a play about
climate change. I didn’t have to learn a script, and since no one else could
understand Arabic, basically repeated the words of a Mahmoud Darwish poem 13
times until my monologue was up. (I still love that poem now – “'An al-Insan”, it’s
called.)
I used to waste away my high school-era weekends in an area
of the local city centre famed for its multiculturalism. Here, I convinced
quite a few second-generation Pakistanis and Arabs to be my friends (idiots),
and was duly impressed when I found out they could ACTUALLY speak another
tongue. It was pretty embarrassing, cocking up my tenses while they could do
cool shit like be ironic in Urdu or sing some Marcel Khalife and actually get
what the guy was saying. It was then that I realised that the fascination my
claim to multilingualism provoked in the UK wasn’t just a result of the rampant
cultural-deficiency that my teeny tiny village-based school suffered from, but a
pretty reasonable thing. To speak another language well enough, to the level
that you can express your most random of thoughts in it, is fucking cool. Only
speaking one language, in my opinion, seriously stunts your ability to
communicate, to give a voice to that little part of you that no speaka de
English. If you are one of those cringe-inducing individuals who believe that
everyone in this world should learn English, just so that you don’t have to
make a special effort on holiday, take heed from the fact that even George Dubya can speak something other than Texan Drawl (I honestly doubted he understood
English for the majority of his presidency).
Currently, the linguistic makeup of every major
English-speaking nation on Earth is undergoing a monumental shift, with 1-in-4
Americans being fluent in another language (more than half of whom are Spanish-speakers),
compared to the tragic 62% of Britons who can’t even speak another language at
the most basic level.
Trying to do my bit to combat this ignoramia epidemic, I am
currently attempting to bring my Arabic up to an intelligible level by
conversing with the Lebanese guy who makes my shawarmas every Friday, and am also
working on fashioning something out of my French, but I think I’ll wait until
the results of their presidential election before progressing any further on
that one.