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The Dinner Party Shaman

If you’re developed-world, middle-class enough, perhaps even cashed-up-bogan enough, you should know what I’m talking about.

You’ve gone to a dinner party or a barbeque or some similar gathering, and you’re trying to relax with a beer when someone starts talking about their health issues. There’s nothing wrong with this per se, but inevitably like ants at a picnic, this draws the attention of The Dinner Party Shaman.

They’ve traveled all the way from Nimbin, or some other realm of haute-hippie-culture, with the kids Starshine and Moonbeam, begrudgingly in tow, sullenly carrying the funky lettuce salad and the chimichurri-marinated guinea pig kebabs.

Spiralling into your lives like a tie-dyed dervish on acid cast in a David Lynch film, descending amidst an invisible cloud of jasmine and patchouli, The Dinner Party Shaman has arrived to regale you with just how roolly (née really) deep and culchooural (née cultural) they are. To show you how culchooural they are by taking control of the concerns of you suburban philistines.

You just wanted to relax, kick back, and maybe show a little empathy for your ailing or aging friend or family member. A chin wag over a drink about how you’re both getting on.

‘You need a coffee enema!’

‘I have this dong quai tincture that’ll really strengthen your yang!’

‘There’s this aromatherapeutic poultice I could apply…’

‘Hear, let me activate your chakra…’

‘Relax! Touch is a normal part of human communication. You need to lower your barriers and let me touch you where I want to touch you!’

Roughly a third of the audience, seeing spirichoooal (née spiritual) brownie points up for grabs, will nod in the affirmative, listening attentively and urging The Shaman onward with their exposition of supposedly sage advice.

The poor suffering sod you sat down with will listen patiently for the first few moments, nodding, nodding, subtly making anyone with actual empathy aware of their distress, while waiting for the first polite juncture to point out that they’re seeing a doctor, and that they’re really doing as best they can under the circumstances. All they want to do is relax.

But relaxation is not the prescription, especially if you’ve seen a doctor. The Dinner Party Shaman won’t have any of that!

‘Oh no, you don’t want to do that! Doctors will fill you up with poisons!’

‘That’s not nachooral [née natural]!’

‘Come here and let me…’

No ailment is so serious, no suffering so much, no agony so pervasive that they can’t trivialise it by showing everyone their super-psychic, hero-holistic, magical-imaginary, wonder powers. Be the problem big or small, The Shaman has what The Shaman thinks you need!

Irritable bowel syndrome? They know all there is to know about that! Just bend over!

Cancer? Why that’s just another word for opportunity! An opportunity to show everyone just how earnest they are!

When your friend who’s been a bit under the weather, after wearing of having their rest and personal space violated, points out that they’re confident in their doctor’s experience and education, that’s when the show really begins. You see, you mustn’t imply that The Shaman doesn’t have what you need. That would be disrespectful!

‘I studied aromatherapy for eight weeks at the WEA!’

‘I have a stall each year at the Body, Mind and Soul Fair where people come from miles around!’

‘Are you saying that my qualifications aren’t equal to a doctor’s, if not better? Reductionist! I treat the whole person!’

The uncritical parsing of anecdote and bare assertion is all the study that’s required of such deep, deep people. Gifted intuition does the rest.

By this point in the proceedings, you and your busted up friend have really gone and done it. You’ve offended The Shaman. How rude. You’re ruining the dinner party, with your scepticism, incredulity, self-respect and personal space.

Where do you get off thinking you can behave like that? Who died and made you Shaman?

It’s a bit like Benjamin Franklin was supposed to have said…

‘There are no greater liars in the world than quacks — except for their patients.’

Except again perhaps for shamans and their acolytes, and maybe the wording’s a little too harsh; not so much ‘liars’ as self-obsessed, bullshit artists.

There are no greater self-obsessed, bullshit artists in the world than first-world, middle-class, Dinner Party Shamans – except for their acolytes.

With your slight and that of your friend, the party takes a turn for the serious.

You’re in league with oppressive forces; Big Pharma; The Man; Western Imperialism; The Spanish Inquisition (who nobody expects); The Third Expeditionary Invasion Force of The Illuminati-Reptile-People.

Your facts you are told, conflict with and discriminate against their equally true ‘facts’. Something that they, Shamans and Acolytes, have suffered against since the first witch was burnt at the first stake; facts contra alternative facts.

The child who’s died of whooping-cough because their community is sufficiently anti-vaccination to have lost herd immunity, is both dead and living happily in an incense imbued laa-laa-land. Why can’t you see this.

Both can be true. Accept this and you’ll be well on the way to seeing how you’re wrong and they’re right!

You just need to be open-minded, and then you’ll learn. The acolytes are of many persuasions, the better to foster erudition.

The resident visual arts academic will school you on how scientists get more funding than basket weavers as part of a plot to destroy beauty in the world.

Elders in the group through the bare authority of their age, can tell you how modern medicine deliberately obscures the fact that before street lights, there was no such thing as hay fever. Such deliberate obfuscations as how the supposedly much, much older diagnosis of hay fever by Hippocrates around the start of the 4th Century B.C.E., is really a history fabricated into the textbooks by the corporations that fluoridate your water.

Learn how public schooling secretly plots against free-spirited students who would otherwise learn the evils of aspartame, vaccination and shadow government mind-control, by learning in the ideal Montessori school, or in home schooling.

Convincing? No? Then you must be a shallow, close-minded monster. No wonder you’ve upset The Dinner Party Shaman. You boor!

Perhaps you’ve had enough. Perhaps you’re sick of yourself and your friends being poked and prodded by egoists with no respect for other people’s boundaries. Perhaps your sick of the self-deception and banality of this veneer of the considered life. Perhaps you’re sick of the enablers who make it worse and worse every time.

The pretensions of The Dinner Party Shaman and their Dinner Party Acolytes are intrinsically self-absorbed to the point of absolute myopia and screw everyone else. It’s not just their social appendages that they don’t give a hoot about either.

Children avoidably dying of pertussis, or measles, as a result of a reduction in herd immunity and prompted by anti-vaccination disinformation is incredibly tragic. How does it happen? Disinformation. Who spreads it? New Age Shamans. The advocates of alternative(s to) medicine.

But this is just a shallow foray into the consequences of privileged spiritualism. The toll, shockingly, gets much, much worse.

A serious diversion from the sarcastic is in order.

***

Except perhaps for the most oblivious of the most provincial, it’s well-known that many African nations are suffering an AIDS epidemic, particularly in South Africa. What’s not so well-known, is the extent to which this suffering has been avoidable.

Between 2000 and 2005, in South Africa alone, it is estimated that 330,000 people painfully and unnecessarily died because of government obstruction of the availability of antiretroviral drugs even when freely donated, and of Global Fund grants (Chigwedere, et al., 2008). Why?

This tragedy occurs in a context where the South African President of the time, Thabo Mbeki, condemned antiviral medication as toxic and counterproductive, while adopting the position that only medications for opportunistic infections, rather than drugs preventing the advance of the HIV virus, were to be supported by public funding.

How did Thabo Mbeki come to such an appallingly stupid policy position?

I’ll let you glance across Ben Goldacre’s description of how barrister Anthony Brink, after reading alt-med ‘AIDS dissident’ material, was elevated to the status of an ‘AIDS expert’ by Mbeki. Brink would later become an employee of ‘AIDS dissident’ Matthias Rath, of Linus Pauling Institute fame; the same Matthias Rath that declared that the answer to the AIDS epidemic was not antireterovirals, but megadoses of vitamins, while taking his perverse circus of suffering, masquerading as research, on tour through South Africa.

AIDS denialism and the subsequent lethal obstruction of real medicine as policy in South Africa, has clearly and unambiguously been enabled by the developed world luxury known as ‘alternative medicine’, even egged on by parts of the industry. As Goldacre points out, Matthias Rath is still a darling of the alt-med revolution, even with some academics.

Over three-hundred-thousand is a large number of people to die unnecessarily, much, much worse than the number of deaths by pertussis brought about by anti-vaccination disinformation campaigns in the developed world. It’s no act of hyperbole to call this tragedy genocidal in scale.

The developed world exported this tragedy; exported it in the form of luxurious, lavender-scented ignorance.

When Naomi Campbell complained that her testimony concerning a gift of blood diamonds from former Liberian dictator and alleged war criminal, Charles Taylor, was ‘an inconvenience’, people were rightly concerned at her lack of perspective.

Campbell however can call on the defense of having been intimidated, having expressed concern for possible consequences for her family members should she talk.

When The Dinner Party Shaman starts to peddle their blood diamonds casually and without regard for the consequences of their denialist culture, their ginseng tablets, their homeopathic strength ‘cures’ and all the attendant cod-epistemology and conspiracy theory, they don’t have the ‘intimidation’ defense. They aren’t under pressure from the cronies of some warlord somewhere; the greatest threat to their families comes from their own negligence.

What vanity. What empty posturing, calling this self-important, self-absorbed quest for recognition, ‘spiritual’; a quest that through provinciality and in the fashion of the worst solipsism, cuts people off from mere human concerns like the health and well-being of hundreds of thousands of people.

If the word ‘spiritual’ can mean anything, this isn’t it.

Time to return to the party.

***

So there you and your sick chum sit, holding your beers or your Champaign, lectured by The Dinner Party Shaman and told off for your lack of deference by the acolytes, you rude, rude person. Your scepticism and incredulity cast as cynical, reductionist, scientific imperialism, or something approximating such things, you’ve been put in your place.

You’ve ruined the mood. Not the spirichoooal (née spiritual) types, who naturally by virtue of their well-meaning nature, rightly have access to every aspect and orifice of your being.

You’ve ruined the mood. Not the spirichoooal (née spiritual) types, their absorption in the roolly (née really) deep and culchooural (née cultural) too important to be distracted by consideration of human consequences on the mere material, mortal planes.

The Dinner Party Shaman, the person so privileged in their middle-class cocoon as to both be a victim of imperialism while at the same time having their cult’s toxic bilge conveniently exported out-of-sight-out-of-mind to the developing world, is beyond your attacks on their dignity. The acolytes are unimpressed with your reliance on facts, reasoning, and material concern. Bah! Materialism!

So comes the conclusion to the gathering, the obvious obligation; you have to apologise. Otherwise there’ll be no dessert, no second invites for you!

And we all know what’s right and decent at these events, right?

~ Bruce

(Picture Source: Allegory of Vanity, Trophime Bigot).


Hawkish…

‘I opposed the war in Iraq.’                                                                          ’…’

‘Even if I didn’t support Saddam.’                                                             ‘Fair enough.

‘I want veterans to be looked after properly.’                                     ‘Sure.

‘I don’t want them to take the fall for politicians.’                              ’Okay.

‘Or be denied health care or their due pensions.’                               ‘Where’s he going with this?

‘I still think I was right about the war…’                                                 ‘…but?

‘Even if I don’t support an immediate, absolute withdrawal.’       ‘I wonder if he’s turning hawkish.’

‘Even if I want to see some support for the new regime.’                ’I wonder if he’s turning hawkish.

‘Even if I want to see continuing support for the Kurds.’                ’I wonder if he’s turning hawkish.

‘And monitoring of human rights in the new Iraq’.                           ‘I wonder if he’s turning hawkish.

‘And criticism of human rights abuses in the region.’                      ’I wonder if he’s turning hawkish.

‘And critiques of human rights abusers in the region.’                    ’I wonder if he’s turning hawkish.

‘I’m not happy with many popular critiques of the war.’                ’I wonder if he’s turning hawkish.

‘…or the occupation.’                                                                                     ’I wonder if he’s turning hawkish.

‘I think they’re tribal, shallow and puerile.’                                          ’I wonder if he’s turning hawkish.

‘I don’t think I’ll change my mind about the war.’                             ‘I wonder if he’s turning hawkish.

‘Even if I’ve never been a pacifist.’                                                           ‘I wonder if he’s turning hawkish.

‘And if I do change my view, cede that I was wrong, it’ll be from a continuation of moral consideration.’

So long as whatever it is that he concludes, it’s not hawkish!

~ Bruce


The dangers of going meta

Damn, damn double-damn. I’ve had a post waiting to be shortened and tidied up, sitting in my drafts since yesterday, and I’ve since come to the conclusion that I’m not going to hit ‘publish’.

It’s not that it’s shite, it just that what seemed like a useful meta-analysis yesterday seems like a distraction today.

Naturally, I blame Russell Blackford for posting this…

Now, a debate like this can go very meta, or meta-meta, very quickly. I doubt that we can get to the bottom of why people find some incidents salient, while other people consider them pretty much unimportant.

(Russell Blackford, 2011)

…and this…

In the current Gnu Wars, a lot of ill-feeling was created by the bogus Tom Johnson story, which was used as evidence of Gnu Atheist types engaging in extreme and foolish kinds of public incivility. As this escalated, it became very ill-advised of Phil Plait to go meta in a vague way that seemed to accuse others of being “dicks” – without giving examples. In some other context, what he said may have been quite sensible. In the historical context that he was actually involved in, going meta in this sort of way – and defending it with no real show of humility and understanding of how others felt - was an incredibly dangerous thing to do.

(Russell Blackford, 2011)

If you want to know a bit more about the Tom Johnson hoax, and how it panned out for Chris Mooney’s blogging on his and Sheril Kirshenbaum’s Discovery blog, The Intersection, you can start here, here and here.

This hardly covers all there is to say on the matter mind you, and I won’t help you any more than this. It’s already meta-meta (or meta-meta-meta-meta) enough, and I’m not, in accordance with Russell’s above wisdom, willing to take the time required to take due care in a blog post on a matter that’s still pretty raw.

A great way to cause a distraction, but not such a great way to get a point across.

(The Tom Johnson story is going to be mentioned in my book, more or less in passing, but that’s some time away and I’ll be more careful with a manuscript than I’m willing to be with a blog post).

The sin-binned post of mine, called ‘Misunderstanding Gnus’, was to compare how some people read phrases like ‘The Colgate Twins’ in much the same way that Mary Midgley reads ‘selfish gene’, or James Delingpole reads ‘hide the decline’ and ‘Nature trick’. In the first instance they jump to find allusions that align with suspicion and accusation, then refuse the possibility of any other interpretation or intent, before finally treating any attempt at clarification by the accused as a white-wash or a deception.

I also coined a rule, arising from the apparently vapid nature of meta-analysis of light-hearted banter like ‘The Colgate Twins’…

As the meta-analysis of any Internet drama loses the capacity to be generalised, the probability that sane participants should find something else to do approaches one.

Where…

…limits to the capacity for generalism may be intrinsic to the drama (indecipherable, alien gossip), or neutered by environmental factors (people are too fixated, comments threads don’t allow for discussion to expand,etc).

The bit about closed comments threads, and the title ‘Misunderstanding Gnus’ title, were lighthearted jabs at Jeremy Stangroom. Careless given the current context perhaps, but then you haven’t seen the rest of the post, fhew!

That’s not my point though.

‘Environmental factors’ are the part of the rule that has seen the post in question sin-binned. Russell’s post seems to suggest that sane people are moving on, which would mean that fixated people will be left behind, perhaps making interpretations of ‘The Colgate Twins’ hard to generalise as per intent.

‘I’m mean more generally…’

‘Yeah, that Mooney sure is pompous!’

Boring flirting with irrelevant.

So I’ve chosen to move on as well, at least until the environment is more conducive to discussing the matter, and only if it’s still worth discussing as an example of what I was really getting at (convenient interpretations and incorrigible accusations). Something else may present itself as a more worthy and accessible example in the intermission.

***

I’ll be writing chapters on the ‘Gnu/New Atheists’ in my manuscript; one a critique of the way ‘The Four Horsemen’ (Dawkins, Dennett, Harris and Hitchens) present atheism to the public, and others critiquing the way the ‘Gnu/New Atheists’ have been received by other atheists, religious apologists, popular media and the like. It’s meta-analysis followed by meta-meta-analysis, which if you follow Blackford’s reasoning, is risky, especially as discussion is so heated.

Blackford rightly condemns the ‘tut-tut’, ‘you shouldn’t say that even if you believe it’s true’ line of meta-analysis/politics. It’s über-didactic enough as it is, and even more weird that it comes from segments of what is traditionally a free-thought culture.

‘Speak truth to power – in a paper bag!’

While I’ll be making prescriptive suggestions and inferences, I really hope not to go down the road of the über-didact in The Book. I’ll aim to be more ‘you can say that if you believe it’s true, but it’s still wrong and stupid’, but perhaps a little less acerbic.

On the other hand, while Dr Blackford suggests that a certain amount of tact is required when undertaking meta-analysis of heated issues, you can go too far in the other direction, even short of self-censorship. While it should be obvious that I take self-censorship to be a non-option, being too careful about hurt feelings can still cause problems short of this.

I used to envy the way Daniel Dennett could approach a contentious, inflammatory matter while maintaining the utmost civility. I guess I still do, because there are still moments when he maintains breathtaking composure given the circumstances. But sometimes I think he takes it a little far.

I don’t think that Breaking The Spell is condescending. Jeremy Stangroom’s suggestion that this is the case has the appearance of advertising himself as a surrogate for all the slings and arrows suffered by poor oppressed religious majorities. I guess that’s how he’ll be marketing his next book.

But…

I did start out reading Breaking The Spell thinking, ‘hey, he’s really easy-going here’, then ‘praise and gentle concern duty noted’, then ‘oh get on with it!’

I don’t think it’s condescension so much as a kind of twee. Syrupy, slow-moving, mildly Asperger-flavoured twee.

I can understand why certain atheists and theists may not warm to this kind of treatment, and it’s not a trivial consideration – I do think it detracts from the book. But it’s a bit much to go from this to treating Dennett as if he thinks he’s everyone’s Daddy (even if he does look like Father Christmas).

All the same, I want to avoid adopting the same approach myself.

The challenge is then to engage in meta-analysis of a heated debate, while being careful not to be an über-didact, while not patting the reader on the head and saying ‘there, there little sissy bum-boo, here’s some candy to cheer you up’. And to manage this while being informative, all the while with enough wit and flair to make The Book readable.

It all looks a little intimidating now. Thanks Dr Blackford!

~ Bruce

(Picture Source: George Cruikshank, 1906, My Uncle Toby on his Hobby-horse).


Book Review: The Australian Book of Atheism

The Australian Book of Atheism, edited by Warren Bonett.

Publisher: Scribe.

The answer isn’t self-evident; ‘what need is there for a book on atheism with a distinct Australian perspective?’

With this question in mind I made my purchase via the editor’s bookstore, Embiggen Books. Not because I was sure of an answer, but precisely because I wasn’t, the purchase was mandated.

With the various Otherings; the specter of the ‘New Atheist’ monolith; the fearful Easter sermons and the often boilerplate News Limited response, there’s clearly utility in compiling an anthology of varied atheist views, even down under in laid-back Australia.

But why Australian atheists? Being Australian doesn’t make you any more or less of an atheist, and vice versa.

***

Some way from the introduction, nestled away at the end of the discussion on politics, the editor makes his case proper; the inappropriateness of Australia’s apathy toward religion – particularly where sectarian interests are embrangled with tolerant secular politics – is what demands the expression of particularly Australian, godless perspectives.

But Australians are laid-back about these things, automatically providing us with tolerant, secular pluralism, right? Atheists elsewhere in the world look to Australia with envy!

If The Australian Book of Atheism has anything to teach you about this, the answer is ‘no’: Taking it easy, and taking ‘taking it easy’ for granted as far as religion is concerned, can permit if not precipitate sectarian politics.

Bonnet rightly highlights the absurdities opined by apologists like Prof. Tom Frame and Paul Kelly, who hysterically re-cast criticism made in good faith and fair humour, as catalysts for the erosion of religious rights and an eventual decline into secular moral nihilism, and even the bogey man of social Darwinism. This is truly Glenn Beck territory, yet a book from an atheist perspective pointing out how wrong it is to see this paranoia running mainstream, risks being marginal.

Anyone who pays serious attention to human rights will know that the affinity for outlawing blasphemy usually finds expression in the repressive treatment of minorities, often accompanied by a self-pitying assumption of victim status by the majority. The latter attitude, majoritarian self-pity, which Bonett identifies in Frame and Kelly and justly describes as the ‘endangered species fallacy’, is again, Glenn Beck territory. While the degree of this repression may not be as much in the developed world as elsewhere, particularly not Australia, Bonett’s book still manages to position itself on high moral ground against popular moral panic.

Many examples given elsewhere in the book are less abstract and are all the more confronting because of it.

While you may debate the emphasis, and question some of the facts given by Max Wallace, and similarly the interpretation of points of contention raised by Clarence Wright, early in the reading you’re palpably confronted with historical and social truths that must shake secular apathy to the core. Thanks to Wright, I’ll never look at S116 of the Commonwealth of Australia Constitution the same way again, nor take for granted its (flawed) capacity to grant rights equally. (Nor for that matter, the long grasp of Thomas Aquinas).

Of course, none of these facts occur in a contextual vacuum.

The role of religious apathy, and affirmative irreligion in shaping Australian history (not just the roles in our history that happen to have been filled by the godless) has been overlooked, according to Chrys Stevenson.

This shouldn’t be a surprise. Historically, serious academically-minded Australian religiosity has woven its way through much of the middle class; the section of society that’s penned much of the nation’s history. Rather than being a peccadillo of well-off naturalists as it’s often portrayed, Australian atheism has, according to Stevenson, a rich working-class tradition. Perhaps this could be why it doesn’t see due representation in the narrative.

Identifying more strongly on the grounds of class than religion, I like to think that all else being equal, I have more in common with working class Christians than, middle-class atheists. I find Stevenson’s contribution, and her call to further investigation, an invitation to have this self-identification refined, if not challenged.

Commendably, and giving hope for the future of her project, there doesn’t seem a hint of fudging for the sake of apologia, rather the opposite. The particular ugliness of much of Henry Rusden’s thought (specifically his actual social Darwinism), is brought to the fore as an example of the dark side of Australian atheist history. I wouldn’t want it any other way.

***

Tanya Levin and Hon. Lee Rhiannon would dominate the autobiographical entries, if not for the powerful way in which the powerful experiences of Dr Collette Livermore are communicated; the story of someone coming to terms with life after leaving the faith, and Mother Teresa’s order. No disrespect to Robyn Williams, David Horton or the always entertaining Tim Minchin (all well worth a read), but the competition in the personal accounts is just that good.

Indeed, the women find almost equal representation in this book, which is an improvement over many, many texts, and they certainly hold their own in the quality of their writing and argument; an appreciation of which is really mandated of the reader.

Education gets a good looking-over, with Hugh Wilson of the Australian Secular Lobby exposing the state of affairs in Queensland’s not-at-all-secular public education system. Moving along, Prof. Graham Oppy’s take on ‘Evolution vs Creationism’ in Australian Schools is a bit heavy on respect for Ian Plimer for my tastes, although yes, Plimer could amongst other things be called the ‘most spectacular opponent of creationism in Australia’ [emphasis mine].

This criticism not withstanding, Oppy’s contribution is illuminating even if you’re already relatively well-informed on the various attempts to squeeze creationism into Australian schools. Furthermore, Prof. Oppy’s analysis demonstrates true erudition on the politics of the matter as concerning the Australian Curriculum Assessment and Reporting Authority (ACARA), which is refreshing and much-needed given some of the recent moral panic surrounding the authority.

Kylie Sturgess writes of her experience as an atheist employee of a religious school; the dodging of awkward, tangential points because you’ve got other things you should be focusing on; the apathy about difference that kicks in when you just need a break; the anxiety that perhaps differences if unexamined will get in the way of what you’re supposed to be doing, and the hope that the force behind the lack of conflict will effectively put an end to the issue of difference.

To me, this is familiar territory because it also describes experiences I’ve had as an atheist volunteer in religious not-for-profit organisations. Yet the author expresses these difficult concerns with such clarity, I suspect most readers won’t need similar experiences to take something away her contribution.

Australian pluralism does rely largely on the logic of the law, but reform, better interpretation and application, all require insights into political realities as well. The kinds of experiences Sturgess illustrates are I think a necessary part of any serious consideration, both when generalised and in specific settings such as education. Often the perspectives of ‘the Other on the inside’ are overlooked by simple way of organisational reality, which makes a book that publishes them all the more important.

***

Topics progress to matters social, political and philosophical, which the general reader may find more familiar.

Dr Leslie Cannold is as anyone familiar with her writing would expect, educational on the matter of abortion in Australia, and the role of religion in shaping discussion of the topic and realisation of its politics.

Dr Philip Nitschke’s ‘Atheism and Euthanasia’ is a must read for anyone seriously supporting the right to die peacefully, Australian or not, atheist or not.

Rosslyn Ives continues the contemplation of living and dying, in a way that will be familiar to anyone who’s spent any significant amount of time looking after the disabled (Ives is a carer, in addition to being the President of the Council of Australian Humanist Societies). Her treatment of the philosophy of Peter Singer is informed and accurate, and given the context of the disabled (Ives is a carer), this is especially important; Singer’s views as they pertain to care for the disabled in particular have been routinely misrepresented by both religious and allied reactionaries.

The detail of Ives’ perspective fleshes out humane concerns for quality of life shared by many good Australians, but in ways seemingly not apt to reduction by pundits to cheap allusion. I think in this respect Ives may perform better as a spokesperson for quality of life than even Singer or Nitschke.

Dr Russell Blackford, in ‘Atheists for Free Speech’, convincingly and with an unflinchingly rational approach, deals with freedom of expression in Australia as it pertains to religious matters. This is undertaken with a welcome degree of sobriety that seems all-too-often absent from such public discussions; firm but fair, and sane.

Too often these matters are caught between hyperbolic, knee-jerk, credulous accusations of hate crime on one side, while on the other, syphilitic rhetoric is imported from foreign culture wars to frame the Australian situation as being as dire as it is in a supposedly sub-caliphate Europe. You’ll get none of this paranoia from Dr Blackford.

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If there’s anything about the book that I can seriously object to, it’s that the implications of its perspective aren’t drawn out in sufficient detail in matters concerning Aboriginal Australia. An area of concern so substantial that any book with a broad Australian focus will be at odds to explain an absence of consideration.

According to stated and implied principles, what happens to land rights if they are challenged on the grounds of scepticism to Aboriginal religion? Does the rejection of Terra nullius as a legal fiction override this, with at least the establishment of a treaty required to grant standing to the sceptic or any other claimants?

Should, and how would, a separation between church and state coincide with a divide between Commonwealth and native title?

How would these matters have panned out in cases such as the Hindmarsh Island bridge dispute if said principles were applied?

What would a liberal, secular, Enlightenment-based treaty look like from an atheistic perspective?

According to principle, what is to be said about Christian imperialism and Enlightenment free-thought as they pertain historically to the treatment of Aboriginal Australians?

How does a non-indigenous atheist go about putting their secular hand forward in the spirit of reconciliation, with those who aren’t necessarily in all instances secular? What does a non-indigenous atheist do when such motions aren’t welcomed by the other party?

And what do Aboriginal atheists have to say about any of this (and more)?

The Australian Book of Atheism is a first-run of a new perspective, and it can be forgiven a lot for this reason. But even when not damning (I don’t think in this case that it is), recognition of the relative omission of the way this perspective views black politics warrants mention for the sake of future projects in the same vein.

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The tone of the book is laid-back in a way one would expect of authors from a nation laid-back about religion, but the arguments and the concerns are anything but. The mode then is calm and seriously considered – an abundance of critique leveled with a quiet confidence that will have certain readers clutching at pearls. I suspect though, that its reception by the rest of us will be sober, as is fitting.

I’m left leaving Bonett’s book with a sense of its Australian qualities, but also with the realisation that it’s a first dip of the toes into new water. It gives a good kick in the complacency; a call for Australians with tolerant, secular values to wake and stop blithely assuming they know their country so well as to be so unconcerned.

It’s an excellent if not un-flawed starting point for a new discussion of an aspect of Australian identity and politics; a return to, and a clarification of, past issues unresolved that will be familiar to jaded political wonks and cultural critics alike. The Australian Book of Atheism justifies its perspective and its reason-to-be, all while heralding further debate.

I hope to see more books published along these lines.

Rating: 4/5

~ Bruce

(Photo Source: Warren Bonett).


The Final Tab Purge

It was getting too much.

The size of my open tabs (thanks in part to my shabbily bookmarked notes), combined with the instability of my Firefox install has forced me to use Chrome. That and it’s forced me to organise my bookmarks properly – a large task extended thanks to a serious system failure last year.

It’s all coming together.

I have a final purge of noteworthy posts to do before moving on, so this will be the last time. Adios Firefox.

Science.

I was waiting for it to happen, then it happened. When some people have a natural disaster in front of them, the first thing they’ll see is political opportunity, even if it means denying verifiable fact.

Education

It looks like a GCSE biology exam from the UK is loading questions with misleading terms favorable to Intelligent Design and Young Earth Creationism. Unlike the recent hubbub about ACARA supposedly putting creationism and dreaming stories alongside evolution in the science curriculum, this is about exams and it doesn’t appear to be a false positive. What it may infer about the relevant curriculum at this point, isn’t entirely clear at this point, but it doesn’t herald anything good!

If the accusations are true, this news is disturbing. If Ulladulla highschool is engaging in subtle punishment to coerce students to participate in religious instruction, it’s bad. If it’s consistent with departmental guidelines (which were already a bit on the nose), then it’s worse.

Mike McRae has a nice piece on ‘teaching in the black box‘; where A leads to C via B, with B obscured from inquiry thanks to the use of recipe-like lesson plans. In Science and Mathematics Education at UniSA, we used to make the pointed distinction between practicals and experiments – the process of the latter being designed to answer questions (and where possible, teaching students how to go about designing their own experiments).  Mike ties his example in to students’ real-world experiences, stimulating inquiry and making all the difference between chemistry and alchemy, which I suspect you could integrate with the history curriculum (the origins of chemistry).

Politics

Oh Scott Morrison. I knew I really didn’t like you the first moment you held up a graph depicting choice statistics about boat people, then proceeded to make all sorts of unjustifiable inferences from them. Not a single p-value in sight. You either willingly contort data, or you’re a complete buffoon. Annabel Crabb’s latest would suggest the latter.

Greg Laden weighs in on the popularist mentality that if someone somehow does something wrong, then they should be fired, or killed! Forget human error, forget due process. Wonderful satire.

Sarah Burnside writes at New Matilda about the myth of the black-green alliance, as it finds itself contradicted by events in recent years surrounding the proposed James Price Point gas processing plant. Aboriginal Australia has never been politically monolithic, contrary to myth perpetuated by tea towel mentalities and the earnest-but-insincere posturing of a number of un-inquisitive, well-meaning whites. Politically, many attitudes need to get chucked out the door for Aboriginal Australia to flourish, and the naive-taking-for-granted mentality (particularly as adopted by portions of the left) is one of them.

Brenda Namigadde, a Ugandan asylum seeker in the UK, has had a ruling upon her application overturned pending review. The justification for her deportation was, at last hearing, that evidence was given to the effect that she wasn’t gay – so says Mr Coats, head of immigration at the UKBA.

On the face of it, this is a piss-poor justification for two reasons; many gay people have at some point in their lives had sexual interaction with the opposite sex. Further, the attitude in Uganda as expressed by the popularity of the ‘kill the gays bill’, shows ample hostility toward heterosexuals sympathetic to gay rights (the dropped bill would have given government the power to exterminate heterosexuals who refused to report gays). The latter threat would still apply to Brenda Namigadde if she weren’t a lesbian; prior to leaving, she was an activist for lesbian rights in Uganda.

If this is the best Mr Coats can come up with, an allusion towards heterosexuality, he’s ceded UKBA’s case.

Author of In Gods We Trust, anthropologist Scott Atran, challenges popular views on the role of The Muslim Brotherhood in the recent Egyptian revolution in ‘Egypt’s Bumbling Brotherhood‘. There’s more that could be said of course; the Brotherhood is far from universally impotent, having more influence elsewhere in Africa, more-so where the middle class is smaller than Egypt’s and Islam is on the up; while turning away from explicit violence, its anti-Semitic values and the like aren’t exactly risk-free. An important read all the same, it’s sure to debunk a Western fairy tales about The Orient or two. (Requires New York Times membership).

The Economist has a good piece about the accountability of religious charities, and the implications given their status as tax-exempt entities.  Of particular interest are the rorts, which would be detected by standard reporting standard if undertaken in a secular charity. I’ve seen the likes of this in Australia; government subsidised/tax exempt charities providing free labour for the private benefit of clergy, rather than the needy, all without oversight. Is there ever a good cover for corruption, even if some people may find it sacred?

Culture

Neil’s been writing a fair bit on the nature of Australian multiculturalism of late, and I think he nails it (I would say that though, because his views on the matter are almost identical to my own). I don’t think it can be reiterated enough, the difference between Australian multiculturalism, and failed European models, and how criticisms of one don’t necessarily apply to the other. So please, do have a read.

Johann Hari applies wit and scepticism to the paranoid homophobia that seeks to present itself as the victim, all while gays are commonly subjected to abuse. The pretender unworthy of comparison to Orwell, Melanie Phillips, is particularly deserving of such opprobrium.

Scepticism

Kylie Sturgess, writing over at She Thought, now that the coroner’s report is available, recounts details surrounding the tragic case of the late Penelope Dingle. It’s tough reading at times, knowing it’s true despite the absurdity – but it’s helped by how responsibly Kylie writes of the matter.

~ Bruce


Sometimes you just can’t win

Welcome to ‘The Argumentium’! (There’s something bound to get someone’s back up, somewhere in here).

I try to keep the atheist:anti-atheist content in as even a ratio as I can, to help balance the energy constant of the Universe…

I had two of these books on the train with me recently; Dawkins’ Unweaving The Rainbow, and Markham’s Against Atheism.

I sat reading Unweaving The Rainbow, when some clod got on the train, saw the book in my hands and naturally having as much evidence as they needed, proceeded to tell me (and people like me) off for my (our) intolerance.

No questions asked. No ‘why are you reading that?’

No reference to the actual content.

Then, at a later point, I switched to Against Atheism. After a while, some other clod got on the train, saw the book in my hands and naturally having as much evidence as they needed, proceeded to tell me (and people like me) off for my (our) intolerance.

No questions asked, yadda, yadda…

The message is that whatever you do, don’t discuss religion. Someone will be offended. Which is bad. They’ll wave fingers at you on trains. Which you deserve, you bad intolerant person.

~ Bruce