Reflections on life at “De Witte Wand”…

Category: Society

  • Like a Fish Without a Bicycle

    Inayat Bunglawala, over in the Guardian’s Comment Is Free blog, asks the question: Darwin and God: Can They Co-exist?

    A believer himself, he feels that they can, but is clearly made uncomfortable by those who see god as an irrelevant fairytale. Bunglawala, for example found the “militant atheism” of Richard Dawkins “quite off-putting”. Much more to his taste are Kenneth Miller and Stephen Gould’s attempt to soften the blow of the implications of evolution on religion.

    The trouble is that the arguments of Miller and Gould that try to reconcile evolution and religion are far from strong.

    By chance, this week I’ve been reading Follies of the Wise, a selection of essays by Frederick Crews. Chapters 14 and 15 (The New Creationists And Their Friends and Darwin Goes To Sunday School) were originally published as a two-part essay “Saving Us From Darwin” in The New York Review of Books, October 4 and 18, 2001. The essay Darwin Goes To Sunday School is a damning critique of the arguments of Miller and Gould. While Crews applauds much of Miller’s book Finding Darwin’s God for its ”most trenchant refutation  of the newer creationism to be found anywhere”, when Miller tries to drag God and Darwin to the bargaining table, “his sense of proportion and probability abandons him, and he himself proves to be just another ‘God of the Gaps’ creationist". Crews points out a number of flaws in Miller’s arguments, and wryly observes that:  “As the fruit of a keen scientific mind, Finding Darwin’s God appears to offer the strongest corroboration yet of William Provine’s infamous rule: if you want to marry Christian doctrine with modern evolutionary biology, ‘you have to check your brains at the church-house door’”.

    Stephen Gould, with his book Rocks of Ages: Science and Religion in the Fullness of Life, does not emerge with any honours either from under Crews’ withering glance. Gould’s central idea is that there are two “magisteria” or domains of authority, which will enjoy mutual respect if their adherents refrain from any attempted synthesis. That is, scientists can investigate nature, while religionists can pursue spiritual values and ethical rules.

    As a side issue, this idea that religionists can pursue spiritual values and ethical rules often seems to be taken as only religionists can speak with any authority in matters of morality and ethics (and perhaps that is what Gould himself meant). It is hinted at in Bunglawala’s piece: “[Gould] also gently chided those scientists who made similarly unsupported atheistic claims about what evolution had to say regarding questions of meaning and purpose – questions that have traditionally been the domain of religion”. As Ophelia Benson, over at ButterfliesAndWheels.com, says:

    Religion does not (whatever it might like to think) get to put up "Keep Out" signs on questions of meaning and purpose. Anybody can address those questions, anybody at all, and that emphatically includes atheists. In fact, of course, atheists are better people to turn to for such discussions, since their versions of purpose and meaning don’t rely on belief in a fictitious being who watches the sparrow and makes babies and animals suffer torments of pain because it’s good for them.

    But I digress; back to Crews on Gould… Crews finds that “Gould delivers gratuitous restraining orders to both factions. In exchange for abandoning their immanent God and settling for a watery deism, the religionists get the realm of ethics largely to themselves, while scientists are admonished to eschew ‘invalid forays into the magisterium of moral argument’ (Rocks of Ages, p. 176)”. But as Crews points out, the supreme irony of that statement is that “Rocks of Ages is itself a moral argument proffered by a scientist and an infidel – and why not?” Gould is clearly trying to have his cake and eat it.

    The last two paragraphs from Darwin Goes to Sunday School are, I think, worth quoting in full:

    The evasions practiced by Pollack, Haught, Ruse, Miller and Gould, in concert with those of the intelligent design crew, remind us that Darwinism, despite its radical effect on science, has yet to temper the self-centered way in which we assess our place and actions in the world. Think of the shadows now falling across our planet: overpopulation, pollution, dwindling and maldistributed resources, climatic disruption, new and resurgent plagues, ethnic and religious hatred, the ravaging of forests and jungles, and the consequent loss of thousands of species per year – the greatest mass extinction, it has been said, since the age of the dinosaurs. So long as we regard ourselves as creatures apart who need only repent of our personal sins to retain heaven’s blessing, we won’t take the full measure of our species-wide responsibility for these calamities.

    An evolutionary perspective, by contrast, can trace our present woes to the dawn of agriculture ten thousand years ago, when, as Niles Eldredge observes, we became “the first species in the entire 3.8 billion-year history of life to stop living inside local ecosystems”. Today, when we have burst from six million to six billion exploiters of a biosphere whose resilience can no longer be assumed, the time has run out for telling ourselves that we are the darlings of a deity who placed nature here for our convenience. We are the most resourceful, but also the most dangerous and disruptive, animals in this corner of the universe. A Darwinian understanding of how we got that way could be the first step toward a wider ethics commensurate with our real transgressions, not against God, but against Earth itself and its myriad forms of life.

    Follies of the Wise is worth reading. I thoroughly recommend it.

  • EuroPride 2006

    I see that EuroPride is being held in London this year. I had an email this morning from an old colleague to say that Shell Companies in the UK have announced that they are supporting the Gay & Lesbian Employee’s Network (GLN) participation in the EuroPride Parade on Saturday 1 July.
     
    Shell GLN members and their colleagues will be promoting the message "Shell Gay & Lesbian Employees Celebrate Inclusion in the Workplace" on their float. Well done Mark and the other members of GLN. I hope it’ll be a good day for you all.
     
     
  • Good Neighbours

    A story from Tom Reynolds, who sees a lot of life as it is lived in London. The bottom line:
    When the patient’s real son turned up he appeared more concerned about the inconvenience that his mothers fall was causing him.  The neighbour’s son was more concerned with her health.
    Sometimes we need to look beyond the surface and into the humanity of those around us.
  • Are We A Bunch Of Weirdos?

    …well, dear, I think the answer has to be a resounding "yes". Particularly if you think that Dylan Evans has any worthwhile answers to Life, the Universe and Everything… As Ophelia rightly says:
    Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha.

    gasp

    Hahahahahahahahahahahahaaaaaaaaa

    I think that pretty much sums up my own reaction.
     
  • The Last Post…

    The Religious Policeman has announced his last post. At least he’s writing a book to take the sting out of this, but I will miss his comments on his world.
  • The Gene Pool Patrol

    Are lions shaping up to act as a gene pool patrol for humanity? After a botched attempt in Taipei, they seem to have got the message through to Kiev, where one of their colleagues has succeeded in removing someone from the gene pool.
  • The Problem is Faith

    PZ Myers nails it:
    Faith is a hole in your brain. Faith stops critical thinking. Faith is a failure point inculcated into people’s minds, an unguarded weak point that allows all kinds of nasty, maggoty, wretched ideas to crawl into their heads and take up occupancy. Supporting faith is like supporting people who refuse to be vaccinated: they’re harmless in and of themselves, they may be perfectly healthy right now, but they represent fertile ground for disease, and they represent potential severe damage to the social compact.
    Precisely. Read the rest.
  • Life: Absurd and Potentially Short

    Salam Pax has another blog entry that makes me realise how lucky I am.
  • Who Is This Stanley Kurtz?

    As he admits himself, he appears to have a bee in his bonnet about gay marriage. Frankly, he should just keep taking the tablets, because he appears not to be talking any sense whatsoever. I’ve categorised this post under "Society", but perhaps I should just define a new category: Wingnuttery.
  • Hirsi Ali and the Crabs

    My father used to tell a story – a Manx parable. He used to say that if you went to a fishing harbour in England, you’d see creels (fishermen’s baskets) full of crabs. Crabs would be sorted, with crabs of the same size put into each creel. Occasionally, you’d see a small crab laboriously struggle out of its creel, and try its best to get into a creel containing larger crabs. Nothing unusual in that, my father would say. However, he would continue, if you go to the harbour in Douglas, and look at the creels of Manx crabs, you’d notice something different. There would be the creel of little crabs, and yes, there would be a crab trying to pull itself out. The difference was that all the other little crabs would be doing their damndest to pull it back
     
    I am reminded of that story when I look at the Hirsi Ali affair. The nastier side of the Dutch character is currently on display in many people and it is not a pleasant sight. This article by Okke Ornstein – the Stoning of Hirsi Ali  describes the situation well. And Hirsi Ali’s own press release from yesterday is a dignified response to the recent sorry events.
     
    It seems to me that some people in Dutch society are confusing the letter of the law with the spirit of the law. They do not have the wisdom of Solomon, and would be all too willing to split a baby in two to follow the letter of the law.
  • Fungal Madness

    A recurring nightmare of mine is to realise that, bit by bit, the society around me is changing to become something that is dangerous to my very survival. Fortunately for me (at least so far), that scenario is thankfully relegated to my paranoid subconscious. When I wake in the morning, the sunlight can drive it away and I can relax.
     
    Unfortunately for many, it can literally be how daily life is to be experienced. Take, for example, Salam Pax’s latest post. I would find it terrifying to live in today’s Iraq.
  • Recycling Is Good Business

    As a result of the house move and buying some new stuff, we’d accumulated a lot of rubbish that needed to be got rid of. It was time to look at the recycling options. When we were in Gouda, we’d just load the car up with the junk and take it down to the Cyclus plant and offload it for free. Here in the Achterhoek, I discovered that there ain’t no such thing as a free lunch.
     
    There is a recycling location, Ter Horst in Varsseveld, but as a privatised concern (no longer under the control of the council), you have to pay to get rid of your rubbish. This has had two effects. One, the good burgers of Varsseveld and the surrounding environs tend to just dump their rubbish anywhere rather than actually taking it to Ter Horst and paying someone to get rid of it. The Dutch have a reputation second only to the Scots for being careful with their money. And two, I noticed that a privatised recycling business which not only charges its customers, but which also makes money through recycling the stuff they bring in is clearly doing well. I note this from the fact that the line of cars owned by the employees and the owner of the concern were, without exception, rather expensive BMWs.
     
    Ah well, such is life, I thought as I offloaded the junk and received a chit that I had to take to the cash desk. And it was there that I had the experience for which it was all worthwhile. The cash desk was in the kitchen of the business owner’s house, and it was presided over by Gypsy Rose Lee. She was every inch the part, and guarded by two fearsome dogs of some kind of (very large) bulldog breed. The house was doing its best to masquerade as a gypsy caravan, complete with chandeliers, oil stoves, knicknacks and tapestries. Glorious to see that sub-cultures are alive and well in the Netherlands… 
  • Mourning Sickness

    An interesting, and sobering, story in The Guardian today. It’s about the reaction to the death of an American teenager – Anna Svidersky – that has become an Internet phenomenon. Real life and online life appear to be becoming one and the same for some people. Indeed, as the article points out: for some, their online life seems to be more important.
  • Prejudice in the EU

    A sobering article in the Guardian today that contrasts the situation of gays and lesbians living in different parts of the EU. The prejudice and homophobia that exists in some countries such as Poland must make life pretty miserable for gay people. Another reason to be thankful that I live where I do.
  • Koninginnedag Comes Early This Year

    On the 30th April every year, the Dutch celebrate the late Queen Juliana’s birthday. This is Queen’s day (Koninginnedag). It’s really an excuse for a big party that will happen throughout the Netherlands. Because the 30th April falls on a Sunday this year, the celebrations are being brought forward to the 29th.
     
    Tomorrow, weather permitting, we’ll be cycling around part of a 44 kilometre circuit that takes in a series of art exhibitions in the locality. Then on Sunday we’ll be joining our new neighbours for the local Koninginnedag party, which, to confuse everyone, is actually being held on the 30th instead of the 29th. I’m sure it made sense to someone…   
  • The Dutch Citizenship Test

    Last January, I mentioned the test that would-be immigrants to the Netherlands would have to take. It went live last week. There’s an article on the Radio Netherlands web site describing the procedure. I certainly don’t share the journalist’s touching belief that the voice-recognition system used in the test (there are no human examiners involved) is "foolproof". Pull the other one – it’s got bells on it. It turns out that entrants will need to buy the exam materials, which contain all 100 questions and their authorised answers. Then in the exam, 30 questions, selected from the 100, will be given. My hunch is that the entrant will have to parrot back exactly the words and intonation used in the authorised answer to have any hope of passing the voice-recognition system. So the Dutch want parrots, not citizens…
     
    The procedure is described on the Ministry for Justice web site. While I see that EU citizens are exempt from having to take the test, I did notice in the fine print on this page the statement: "As newcomers these people will, however, usually be required to follow the integration programme once in the Netherlands".
     
    "Required", eh? That doesn’t sound like an exemption to me.
  • Homes for the Elderly

    One of the joyful little tasks I will have in my list of things to do in twenty years time will be preparing to select a suitable care home where I can end my days, surrounded by handsome male nurses who will do anything for me.
     
    Of course, this ideal care home will probably be difficult to find (if it exists at all). While I’m sure that there are some excellent care homes, there are also places like this, probably better named the Why the Fuck Should We Care Home. I only hope that I have the nous and the wherewithal to spot the ones like this and avoid at all costs.
     
    (hat tip to Tom Reynolds for the link)
  • “Absolute Madness, Naive and Irresponsible”

    Those are the words ("volstrekt krankzinnig, naïef en onverantwoord") used by a member of the Dutch parliament to describe a recent decision of Rita Verdonk, the minister of Immigration and Integration. And what has the lovely Rita done now? Well, she’s decided to reverse the ban on deporting failed asylum-seekers who are gay or Christian back to Iran. This is likely to include Saba Rawi. The problem is that Rawi fled Iran over four years ago in fear for his life because he is gay. And now Rita wants him back in Iran, where the authorities now know full well that he is gay. There is real concern that if he is returned to Iran he will be executed. I honestly wonder how Rita Verdonk can live with her conscience – perhaps she simply doesn’t have one.
     
    Update, 6th March: This morning, the Volkskrant is reporting that Minister Verdonk has apparently had second thoughts about sending failed asylum-seekers who are gay back to Iran. She is now saying that they will receive permits to stay. Doubtless everyone will wait and see what happens in the case of Saba Rawi in the next few days. The Volkskrant also reports that the basis for Verdonk’s original proposal to send gays back was a report from the Foreign Affairs Ministry saying that according to the Human Rights Watch organisation, the two teenagers hanged in Iran last year were not executed because they were gay and that therefore gays are not at risk in Iran. That’s brought a stinging reaction from an HRW representative stating that gays are certainly in danger of their lives in Iran. It should be pointed out that while the HRW chose to interpret the execution of the two teenagers as being for rape, and not because they were gay, other observers claim differently. Nonetheless, the HRW recognises the dangerous situation for gays in Iran.The HRW itself reported on two more executions of gays in Iran in November 2005.
  • How Much is that Doggy in the Window?

    As I’ve mentioned before, when we move to our farmhouse in the country (and now there’s less than a month to go, hooray!), Martin wants to become a dog owner once more. He’s not had a dog for the last 20 years, partly because he doesn’t think it’s right to keep a large dog in a built-up area such as where we currently live.
     
    However, the gloves come off once we are settled in the farmhouse, since we’ll have nearly two acres of land ourselves, let alone all the surrounding countryside to exercise the animal. Part of me thinks what is the point of having a dog, while another part of me thinks it will be good. It’s rather like having a devil on my left shoulder, and an angel on my right, both whispering into my ears.
     
    I see that the devil has turned up some evidence to bolster his cause; Churchill Insurance has produced research that shows that the lifetime cost of the average dog is £20,000 (€30,000). Egad! As they say, that’s more than the cost of a brand-new 3-series BMW. Oh well, Martin has his heart set on having a dog, so I’ll just have to be on the side of the angels this time around.