I like to
think of myself as something of a Twitter pioneer.
I found the
site before anyone I knew back in January 2009.
Admittedly it was to be a full 18 months from that first incarnation to
evolve from the single tweet I had posted at that point. As any user knows, there comes a time when
you suddenly experience that moment which resembles an epiphany as everything just
falls into place. For me personally the
platform represented an ideal resource for promoting the Chagos cause I work
on, as well as sharing my renewed desire for writing.
Facebook on
the other hand is something I really struggled with. I guess my main failure was using the social
network almost as I would use Twitter.
That was to try and engage people on the site with issues I felt
strongly about. Political campaigns,
Chagos petitions, articles, documentaries, news reports and the rest.
A short
while after experiencing that moment of truth on Twitter, I remember someone
posting a tweet which to this day is the expression I have continued to quote
since:
"Twitter makes you want to have a drink with people you don’t know while
Facebook makes you want to throw a drink over people you do know."
In the last
twelve months I have become more and more disillusioned with the entire
Facebook experience. I struggled to
understand where it could have a role to play in the changing world we
inhibited, even more so as our use of the internet was geared towards mobile
technology.
Yet a
recent experience gave me an opportunity to analyse something which some of us
are unfortunate to go through. And if
you’re like me, you get to ride the rollercoaster not twice but three times in
eight years.
Ten days
ago my friend was shot dead in his own car.
Coupled with the events of September 2004 and December 2006 it was to be
the third time that someone I knew was to be taken violently. A second victim to gun crime alone. The trouble with experiencing that much grief
in such a short space of time is that when the next train pulls into the
station, you can still see the lights from the departing carriage which hasn’t
quite pulled away yet. The result is that
emotionally you are effectively crushed between the trains.
Given the
fact that I had not been anything like into social networking as I had been in
2004 and 2006 as I was in 2012, it provided an opening for an interesting experiment
to see how the platforms vary in terms of their usefulness when dealing with grief. And it really didn’t take long to recognise
the contrasting qualities as well.
Twitter
doesn’t do personal or emotions. It’s
very clinical. It doesn’t care that my
friend left a four week old child behind, or that I had been with him two days
before his death. It doesn’t care who mourns
him, the devastated family and friends who have even more questions to pose,
none of which will be answered adequately.
Facebook is
all about emotions; it cares about not just what is being felt, but by
whom. It provides the support structure
to work through the initial trauma and shock all the way to the hope that is
needed to overcome the despair. It
provides a forum for friends to come together to recall happier times, to
reinforce the pleasant memories which seem so distant in the dark days after
such an event.
It is here
that we understand where the platforms help in different ways. Facebook will provide a lot of the immediate
assistance needed in the days that follow such a tragedy. Twitter is incapable of providing anything
like this in the aftermath of such disruption, but will provide the stage for the
long term questions which will arise once the initial dust has settled.
Twitter
will be the platform which will answer the broader questions such as why gun
crime is once again rising in Nottingham after almost a decade of continual
decline. It will analyse the social
impacts of the event, in much wider terms.
It will offer long term solutions to the conundrums which will prevent
another family going through the grief of burying their son or daughter.
Facebook cannot
replicate this; such discussions are largely ignored or even bypassed by
members of our network for fear of evoking controversial confrontations with people
we otherwise get on with.
And herein
lies the key difference: we reserve total and complete jurisdiction over who we
wish to follow on Twitter, while on Facebook we are largely confined to people
we are related to, once worked with or went to school with. The reality is we rarely find ourselves
falling out with members of our Twitter network because they have been
handpicked to reinforce our own views, usually politically.
It would
appear that Facebook does have a role to play in the future of social
networking. There are some things that
Twitter just cannot do. As someone who
probably holds the record for account deactivations in the last twelve months,
I would probably say that is something positive to take away from the
experience. But going forwards, Twitter
still represents the platform I will continue to utilise more, if only because
with the past ten days aside, I am more concerned with the quest for justice for
the Chagossians than how Jack and Jill are feeling today.
I was in a long term relationship during the episodes of 2004 and 2006, so even as someone who should know this bumpy road all too well, it was still a new journey for me to travel this time around. A young lady provided a level of support and maturity which belied the fact that she was eight years younger than me. Words will never begin to describe the debt of gratitude I owe, and this post is dedicated to her as well as Germaine, Duane and Natasha.
I was in a long term relationship during the episodes of 2004 and 2006, so even as someone who should know this bumpy road all too well, it was still a new journey for me to travel this time around. A young lady provided a level of support and maturity which belied the fact that she was eight years younger than me. Words will never begin to describe the debt of gratitude I owe, and this post is dedicated to her as well as Germaine, Duane and Natasha.
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