Dembski and holocaust denial

I should have a piece up about this shortly on CiF but it’s worth noting that William Dembski, the main proponent of ID, has been defending, as a martyr to free speech, one of the most vicious anti-semites and holocaust deniers I have ever come across.

I suspect that this is just because he doesn’t read German, or hasn’t bothered to check the original sources. But there is in any case something crazy in his willingness to believe that civilised European governments would jail people for their scientific opinions.

Connoisseurs of right-wing fruitcake are urged to take a look at this thread on Free Republic (I know, I know) where Lerle (who is, as I say, a completely unabashed anti-semite and holocaust denier) is presented as a Christian martyr. It takes all of six posts before someone there remarks that “It seems the Nazis never left Germany”. Well, duh.

My thanks to the gloriously resurgent Mrs T, who first brought this story to my attention.

Non-German speakers who want the ghastly detail will find it here

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Fundamentalism when you hate your neighbour

One of the paradoxes of modern religion is that the intolerant forms grow with immigration. As a general rule, you get liberal churches in monocultural places, and fundie ones in multicultural ones. This is depressing, but I had just come on a simple explanation.

Hilary Putnam’s research into social capital shows that ethnic diversity makes people less willing to trust their neighbours — irrespective of ethnicity. He was working, I think, in Los Angeles, but I have seen the result repeated by a couple of Swedish sociologists there.

The thing about fundie churches is that they have high costs of entry. These aren’t financial so much as matters of daily discipline — temperance, dietary restrictions, keeping-it-in-your-trousers, wearing silly clothes, etc. The payoff is that you know that everyone else who pays this price is committed to the success of the enterprise and so can be trusted. I first came across this dynamic, and felt its force, on the visit to Romania excepted below. It was obvious then that there was no one in the whole country you could trust except another Baptist.

So in large, multicultural cities, with low levels of social trust, you would expect strict churches to flourish. It’s not more complicated than that. This explains why HTB is in London, and the diocese of Sydney is in Sydney. Whether there is any correlation between immigrant density and conservatism in TEC I don’t know but it would be interesting to find out.

This is an elegant explanation, but not a cheering one. It certainly suggest that we will see a Christianist backlash in some parts of Europe. Does anyone out there have evidence of flourishing evangelical churches in Belgium?

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Fragment of a Transylvanian Journey

In 1993 (I think) I found myself travelling in Transylvania with a fundamentalist missionary named Gary Cox — a good man, though not my type at all — and Sandy Millar of HTB, who had two strapping young acolytes: Giles Wemmbley-Hoggs for Jesus. I kept a diary, and stumbled across a fragment now when I was googling my hard disk for Lutherans. Here you are. (The Wemmbley Hogg link will kill half an hour very pleasantly, while it lasts, too)

We skirt around Oradea, down a road made of concrete slabs which passes about half a mile from the border of the flats. In the old days, says Gary, we would never have been able to do this,. For one thing, no foreign car dared leave the main road; for another, it went past a factory, which might have been considered secret. The factory itself is the usual vile first-world-war painting: grey and mud coloured.

Hitchhikers are frequent by the side of the road. Gary will not pick them up, for fear of muggings ad worse. An entire aid lorry was stolen quite recently, by a gang which flagged it off the road into a dead end.

We pass a typical Transylvanian village, so called: low houses in a long line down the road; a Catholic church and a shop of some sort. We pass our first bullock cart, in a village below a large hydro-electric scheme.

Gary points out the infrequency of private building here compared to Hungary: people simply can’t afford to launch into that kind of enterprise.

About five km from Cluj, on a straight stretch of road, we come on a cluster of cars and trucks. At first it is not clear whether this is a gathering or a crash. A youth with a bleeding face and a yellow patterned jumper is wandering round, mouthing furiously. Then we see young men tipping part of a car up by a shattered tree. It takes a moment to realise that the thing at one end of it is a girl of about eight, dead on what remains of the front seat. She wore red trousers and a blue jacket. Her body has turned round to seem to point at us. Her neck lies pressed against her knees: her head flops to one side beyond them; her face is slavic and unmarked beneath black, shoulder-length hair. There are no sounds of any kind to be heard through the windows of the van.

The portion of the car among the trees ends at the little girl. The front is nowhere to be seen until we pick our way around a parked truck and it appears in front of us in the middle of the road; a rusting lump about ten metres from the rest of the car. We are foreigners. there is nothing we can do. We drive on. We pass the police and ambulance on their way out from the city. Entering Cluj, a dead dog lies on the other carriageway, burst and steaming. Every pavement is crammed with parked cars. They seem to me to be great clanking Molochs.

Later, we pass through fine snowbound highlands, on our way to the quiet Transylvanian town of Turda. There is a market there: pigs carried in the back of small horse-drawn carts. Gary tells the story of a visit to Siberia, here the team had found an orphanage, in quite good shape, but with no boots or even shoes, for 120 children: they had been left out of the budget… In the end, the prisoners at the local labour camp were so shamed by this that a group of the prisoners started to work on their rest days, with the salary going to the children.

Fine peremptory manner of hitchhikers in these uplands. We have just passed our second Paddy Leigh Fermor flock of sheep, with two scruffy shepherds wrapped in sheepskin pushing them along. This road, from Cluj towards Turgu Mires, broke down into a dirt track eight years ago; there is less snow here, and on the banks of one river, a party of fishermen. They are too far away to see more than rods, and apparently centre pin reels.

We are bringing to Medeas the following: two grindstones for the mill that will save the people a fourteen km trip; a printer for the translator’s computer, so that the translations of evangelical literature can be more easily checked and edited; some money for for workers; a few tracts. A suitcase full of clothes and christmas presents, some for an aid worker down the road.

In the market, I buy a sheepskin hat for eight dollars, which does not seem a lot, but would on the other hand buy 80 kilos of potatoes. There is far more food than I had expected; potatoes, strings of Garlic; a huge pig market Everywhere you see narrow, steep-sided carts pulled by horses or donkeys, large enough for a 200 kilo pig or three small peasants.

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Unfortunate google

I can’t remember why I wanted to look up the term “sausage fest” though it certainly wasn’t because I am reading The Line of Beauty. In any case I may have found an instance where someone — in this case a Catholic school — would be happy to lose ten places off their Google ranking.

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Childhood’s End

There is now a site where Swedish children can input their addresses and then be sent texts to tell them when the ice cream van is due. (via)

All that is missing is another site where older readers can arranged to be picked up in their homes for euthanasia after visiting the first one.

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Dan Dennett review

I found this review of Breaking the Spell from two years ago while looking for something else. It was in the Guardian at the time, but it still makes sense, at least to me.

It is hard being an atheist with a sense of proportion. No one in this country, will persecute you; and it’s not really very hard to disbelieve in God, but the temptation to strike attitudes in front of the universe persists even in people who are about to spend 450 pages arguing that the universe is not the sort of thing that might be impressed. Thus, Daniel Dennett writes early in this book: "I for one am not in awe of your faith. I am appalled by your arrogance, by your unreasoning certainty that you have all the answers." and he’s not talking about Richard Dawkins. He goes on "I wonder if any believers in the End Times will have the intellectual honesty and courage to read this book through"

Intellectual honesty and courage are not the only qualities required to reach the far end of the book. In his preface, Dennett does remark that every foreign reader who saw drafts of the book complained of its American bias. His defence is that it’s aimed at an American audience, since it is American fundamentalism which most threatens what he values about his own society. So after the preliminary pep-talk to the choir, he gives a very forceful and lucid account of the reasons why we need to study religious behaviour as a human phenomenon: apparently this programme comes as a tremendous shock to those Americans who have never heard of David Hume, William James, or Terry Pratchett.

This is followed by an excellent and clear summary of the state of some new-ish scientific research into the psychology of religious belief. If you want to naturalise religion, as Dennett does, and to show that it is a human activity arising form the normal workings of nature, then you need to discover what parts of our evolved human nature it appeals to. There is in fact quite a lot of psychological research into our capacity to believe in ghosts, spirits, and other things for which there is no experimental warrant. The anthropologists Pascal Boyer and Scott Atran have both written very interestingly on the subject, and Dennett summarises and credits their work in a way that should do much to promote it.

Dennett understands there are vast differences between primitive or animist religions and the sophisticated beliefs of a modern Jesuit. This isn’t always clear in Boyer or Atran, who would like their explanations to cover all forms of religious activity. But Dennett sees that religious feelings are modified by the social structures in which they are expressed and that there is an important difference between believing in a crocodile god, who lives under the mountain five miles away, and subscribing to the doctrine of the Trinity.

A simple psychological account won’t do here, any more than psychology can explain economics, or sociology; psychology may explain how we will react to our social environments, but it can’t explain or predict how these environments will arise and change.

Another great advantage to Dennett’s book is that he sees that religious belief is not really propositional. The next president of the USA could be a man who believes that America was peopled by one of the lost tribes of Israel, and later extensively visited by Jesus in pre-Columbian times; that it makes sense to baptise your dead ancestors, and that all these truths were revealed, on tablets of gold, by a being called the Angel Moroni, to a farmhand in upstate New York. Mitt Romney, the Republican governor of Massachusetts, and a serious presidential candidate, is a Mormon. Richard Dawkins might regard Romney’s professed beliefs as evidence of simple insanity. Dennett sees that their status is more complicated and interesting than that. He understands that modern religions derive their coherence precisely from the fact a creed is a statement of belonging as much as of belief.

So he doesn’t skirt the complications of theorising about religion: he sees the difficulties, and he marches bravely into the swamp and then – about half way through the book – at exactly the point where we’re wondering how to reach firm ground, he stops, inflates a hot air balloon that’s labelled "memes", climbs into it, and floats away.

Memes are familiar to readers of Dennett’s earlier work. They are a ideas, words, tunes, strategies, catchphrases – anything that people can copy, or appear to copy from one another. In every case where the word is used, it can be replaced by one of these other terms with a corresponding gain in precision and explanatory power. If we look at Governor Romney’s Mormon beliefs, they are essentially a way of marking what tribes he belongs to. In that very important sense, they are arbitrary signifiers, like words. They mean what their indented audience takes them to mean.

And if you’re really trying to produce a naturalistic account of religion, "memes" distract from the worrying and frightening questions. People like Dennett and Dawkins who pride themselves on their tough-minded, ruthless, reductionist approach to biology never seem to apply this kind of reasoning to human society. Why should we expect religions to behave for the benefit of professors in Cambridge, or Oxford, or even for the benefit of humanity?

If we are going to be atheists, and to regard religions as human constructions serving human ends, we should not shrink from the idea that these ends are likely to be sometimes inimical to other humans outside the group. For all the rhetoric about the wickedness of religious belief, I don’t think Dennett takes this idea very seriously.

Religions are one of the ways in which humans understand, and create their own societies. Thus they are essential to warlike societies as much as to peaceful ones. The urgent question isn’t whether religion provokes warlike behaviour. It is whether warlike behaviour benefits those who carry it out, for if it does, religions will surely find ways to justify it.

Few of us in this culture now are in favour of fanaticism; but it is obviously possible to be a fanatical atheist, so it turns out to be fanaticism that’s the problem, not religion. More profoundly, a scientific or evolutionary analysis of fanaticism might ask what use it was to fanatics and the answer is clearly that sometimes it was very useful indeed – at least to their surviving relatives and to their tribe. This may be difficult for us to see because the myth we learnt was that fanaticism was a substitute for high technology. Fanatics were the guys galloping towards the machine guns, and reasoned, logical, scientific people sat behind the machine guns and calmly mowed them down. But that may have been a nineteenth century aberration, like the belief that the enlightenment must spread simply because our beliefs are true.

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This has to happen to someone

Google desktop comes with a pop-up notifier for new mail, as does Thunderbird. I assume that other programs do too. These are not like the old-fashioned biff-ish ones, which simply showed you had mail of some sort. They pop up a box with the headline and sender in it, so you can decide what you want to do about it. Herein lies the problem. Quite often the mail that gets through is spam with graphic, even pornographic headlines. So there you are at the lectern, powerpointing away, and a bubble appears on the screen behind you “Excited young ladies are very friendly with men who resemble animals” it says — or something similar.

All of a sudden, your audience is much more interested. When I think of it, something like this must already have happened somewhere. It’s not the sort of thing you would talk about afterwards, unless you were in the audience.

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On the overuse of “Poetic”

I’m sympathetic, in principle, to the idea that parts of the Bible need no historical truth for their value. The Book of Job, for example. None the less, we can’t let people get away with saying anything historically false must be poetically true. Someone quoted in a Templeton lecture the line “The earth shall not be moved” as a biblical verse it would be unwise to interpret literally, as opponents of Copernicus did.

My question is what possible poetic sense could it have? Poetic statements at the very least exclude other ones. To say, for instance, that mankind is fallen excludes the possibility of human perfection. But if we take this one poetically, what does it exclude? Apart from some fun for Earnest Hemingway.

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Who could resist this book?

Apparently written by an Orthodox Jewish mathematician, who has also written on game theory in Pentateuch. If Pascal had had these mathematical tools, might he have bet differently?

Superior Beings: If They Exist, How Would We Know? Game-Theoretic Implications of Omnipotence, Omniscience, Immortality, and Incomprehensibility (Paperback).

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Horrible historical irony

You know that silly trope about anti-Semitism: “You can’t call me an anti-Semite because that would mean I hated Arabs, too”. Well, it turns out to have had some foundation in the nineteenth century. According to Jamil Ragep, there was a very notable tendency in nineteenth Century scholarship for the Germans to value Islamic science much more highly than the French. This was partly because the most influential French writer on the subject was Ernest Renan, who was anxious to prove that religion was all darkness as part of the secularisation wars, partly because a number of the German scholars involved were Jewish, and therefore anxious to point out the “Semitic” contributions to Western civilisation. So they searched out every Arab achievement they could find.

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