I’ll admit it: I exasperate a lot of my friends during everyday conversation. The thing is, I have a keen ear and a love for words in general. What that then often results in is me correcting something a friend is saying, sometimes highlighting the error just because I get a kick out of it; well, actually, the kick comes from the reactions I get.
A typical exchange goes something like this:
Ayanda: Can I see that, dude?
Me: I don’t know, dude. Can you?
[insert punch here]
In this case, I dwell on the fact that, when we’re being linguistically precise, ‘can’ is a function of ability while ‘may’ has to do with permission. Of course, the fun is that I almost always know (sometimes I get the Micky taken outa me too!) exactly what the person intends- or ‘means’- to say, but I make it a thing anyway.
But what, other than the laughs, is at stake when it comes to being deliberate with our language usage? I’d say the answer lies in two common responses that pop up in arguments between couples or in the banter between two co-stars on Oprah: You know what I meant and it’s just semantics.
What those two statements have in common, of course, is an underlying concern with meaning. In the first instance, it is taken for granted. In the second, it is shied away like a bad rash. There’s much to be said about both, but for now, I’ll focus on the second one.
I think it’s worth pondering because if we let each other get away with too much ‘meaning-go-lucky’, then we perpetuate an environment where we can’t hold each other to stuff. I’ll always be able to get away with not delivering on a promise if I use my ‘it’s-just-semantics’ card: “You see, bro, when I said ‘it will be done, technically I wasn’t lying because I did not say it would be done by me”.
In fact, I think we human beings value meaning- semantics- so much that we rank it even above intention. Think of intention as the end goal behind what is being said, and meaning as the substance of what is being said. When the person you love says something spiteful in a heated exchange, for instance, the first question we ask isn’t, are you trying to hurt me? Instead, what escapes our lips with barely any thought is, uzam’ ukuthini? What’s THAT supposed to mean?
There’s our first clue that, under certain conditions, whether or not you want to hurt me matters less than what you say to do so. It’s almost as if, in the heat of an argument, we become brutally honest with ourselves and our counterparts: ‘Since we are having an argument, I know you are trying to hurt me with that spiteful remark. That’s why it’s called spiteful. That’s your intention. But what do you MEAN by that?
I’m not trying to split hairs here. I know that meaning and intention aren’t mutually exclusive categories that we separate in our social interactions. I’m simply trying to highlight the sheer weight, the massive importance we attribute, without even consciously processing it, to meaning. It’s why presidents have entire speech-writing departments dedicated to honing in on a very particular meaning, using very particular words, tone, imagery, and so on. It’s why the first Justin Bieber single to ever chart at #1 in the UK and inAustralia is the one in which he asks (28 times throughout the song) What Do You Mean? It’s why we have existential crises, which are actually meaning crises: what does my being here MEAN? What does all this growing up and learning and getting a picket-fenced yard and 2.5 kids after graduation MEAN??
I think the splitting hairs thing is what people are really trying to get at when we use the retort ‘it’s not about semantics’. But then we have to be careful because splitting hairs is one thing while holding each other accountable for the weight and substance of our words is quite another. As a Christian, I place even more of a premium on the power of the word- spoken and written- because it’s how God spoke the universe into existence, and I know according to that beautifully phrased passage in Paul’s first letter of John that “[i]n the beginning was the word, and the word was with God, and the word was God”. It’s a crazy piece of scripture logically speaking, but I dare say its truth is very real and very profound.
Semantics is why South Africans get mad when our president offers an apology for the confusion as opposed to his wrongdoing. That’s not splitting hairs; that’s holding the Prime Servant accountable to his oath of office and constitutional mandate.
So ultimately, what I mean to say by writing this is that it’s always about semantics; it always has been. We can’t simply not make it about semantics- know what I mean?
Zama Moyo lives in Johannesburg. He completed his honours in international relations at Wits University. While busy with his honours, Zama was selected as an intern at the South African Institute of International Affairs (SAIIA). He completed his MA in ideology and discourse analysis at the University of Essex in the United Kingdom. Zama has always loved words and penned a number of reflective essays on his personal blog Thought Box. He has also written on a broad range of issues related to current affairs. In 2013 he was selected as a finalist in the Global Human Rights Essay Contest which focused on ‘Human Rights Cities’. He is currently working on his doctoral thesis – On the intersection of ethics and public policy – at the University of Pretoria.
