Chrétienté, Égalité, Fraternité

I never thought I’d see the day I find myself agreeing with France’s National Front, but today it happened: Jean Marie Le Pen’s daughter Marine, vice president of the FN, said Jaques Chirac’s speech today calling for the banning of “ostentatious” (ostensible) religious symbols (i.e. Muslim headscarves) from schools and workplaces was “a sort of apology for immigration.”

That’s exactly what it came across as. I am quite simply aghast at this turn of events. It’s enough to make an atheist like myself wear a headscarf out of solidarity, so imagine how reasonable French Muslims are going to react.

Why ban just religious ostentatious symbols? I can think of far more annoying ostentatious symbols that are not religious: Why not ban the ostentatious use of nationalist symbols at school or the workplace, like overlarge flags? Why not ban driving ostentatious cars to work, so as not to offend your poorer coworkers? What about ostentatious homes?

The actual speech [French] is full of paeans to France’s invention of human rights, and how freedom is a cornerstone of French society. You can just feel the “but” coming on. And here it is:

Pour autant, ce mouvement doit trouver ses limites dans le respect des valeurs communes.

But who decides what are the common values that determine what constitutes ostentatious religious speech? (And wearing a headscarf is speech, clearly.) Most Muslim women do not wear the headscarf to annoy Chirac, or at least did not do so until today. They do not consider it ostentatious; on the contrary, they consider it a sign of modesty. It might be ostentatious by Christian standards, granted, and there’s the rub. Chirac, his sober Christian sensibilities offended by the colorful enthusiasms of devout Muslim faith, has used a Christian benchmark to determine what constitutes an excessive display of religious affinity.

But didn’t Chirac just say he wanted to defend the secular character of French institutions? Doing so by favoring the norms of one religion over another is a terrible start, not just because it can be seen to be discriminatory, but because it is. It’s especially in the matter of religion that you must not limit speech according to the norms of the religious majority. This is the whole point of tolerance: you grin and bear religious behaviour you’d rather not seeIf secularism is so important, why not use a “zero-tolerance” benchmark for ostentatious religious symbolism and outlaw all kinds, including all sizes of crosses? Because too many people currently wear crosses?.

This so exasperating that you almost want to shake Chirac and ask him what part of “Liberté, Égalité, Fraternité” he doesn’t understand, though I now know the answer.

He’s not even aware he is applying a double standard. Elsewhere, he says:

Notre objectif, c’est d’ouvrir les esprits et les c˙urs. C’est de faire comprendre aux jeunes concernés les enjeux de la situation et de les protéger contre les influences et les passions qui, loin de les libérer ou de leur permettre d’affirmer leur libre arbitre, les contraignent ou les menacent.

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Au moment o˘ s’affaissent les grandes idéologies, l’obscurantisme et le fanatisme gagnent du terrain dans le monde.

Muslims youth now knows: As far as Chirac is concerned, wanting to wear a headscarf to school means you have succumbed to obscurantism and fanaticism, and a law will be put into place to save you from your silly self. Luckily, a law is all it takes — as soon as you are prohibited from wearing a headscarf to school or work, you will be liberated, magically, from your desire to do so.

Finally, this law is a disgrace for the way in which it will influence behavior in situations outside of work and school. For while it is still legal to wear a headscarf on the bus or while shopping, women who do so have been put on notice that they are pursuing an activity that has been officially deprecated by the state, and that it jars with the will of the moral majority. By wearing a headscarf, they are now bad Frenchwomen. Some liberté.

Positive-sum games

Civilization, I’ve decided, is the ability of a society to sustain positive-sum games. Successful positive-sum games consist of all the players choosing the cooperative option over the selfish option, in the expectation that everyone does. Sure, individuals gain even more if they defect, so although there are incentives to cheat, there is also an incentive for other players to police cheaters.

The most basic of these games are played every day, and we are compelled to play them because they are encoded in laws: We observe property rights, human rights, speed limits and tax laws. We abide by the results of democratic elections. These compulsions are virtually second nature — to most of us the concept of ownership has taken on a physical reality — but once they were not. Modern democracy is now the gold standard of civilization, but it began as an audacious experiment whose benefits were only evident with time.

The more such games a society can sustain, the more civilized it is. Civilization is not to be confused with modernity, though many of these games evolve with the advance of technology: For example, intellectual property rights have become harder to enforce in the digital domain, but after an initial run of selfishness, many of us are recognizing the need to pay for digital delivery of a song or clever software.

To me, the most interesting games are the ones we are not compelled to play by force of law. Civil society contains a whole range of these, both new and old: We turn off cell phones in cinemas, we let passengers off the subway before boarding and we give directions, because reciprocating such behaviour means everyone is better off by a margin far greater than the utility freely curtailed in the short run by the individual. Newstand owners will tell you to pay tomorrow if you don’t have the correct change, and you do pay. You pick up garbage at picturesque spots.

We’re conditioned, as social beings, to act this way, often without rationally weighing the pros and cons first. And yet it is obvious that the aim is to maximize our individual utility in the long run. Civilized societies are inhabited by those smart enough to recognize that the best way to satisfy the instincts is by choosing collaboration over instant gratification in return for a larger reward later. The more people realize this, the fewer defectors there are. The fewer defectors there are, the more such games can be played before those that do defect erode the positive effects.

Of all the societies I’ve drifted through, and there have been plenty, I must nominate the Swedes (and previously, the Norwegians) as the society where the positive-sum game is played most competently. I notice it every day: A lunch place near where I work has an unattended basket of money where you pay and whence you take your change. Recycling is an obsession. Queues are flawless; often they aren’t even needed, because a numbering system takes care of it. Women with babies in strollers are allowed free on busses. There is an extraordinarily low murder rate. Corruption is among the world’s lowest.

Why might this be? Because Sweden is such a homogeneous society, and people who look alike look after each other? But that’s simply not true: in 2002 11.8% of Sweden’s population was foreign born, compared to 11.5% for that “melting pot”, the US. Maybe the benefits of playing the positive-sum game are made clearer to recent immigrants to Sweden. Maybe the winnings from playing in Sweden are stacked in such a way that everyone feels they have a stake in society.

Is there room for improvement? Are there positive-sum games with even greater returns that we are not yet playing because the benefits of collaboration are not transparent enough, or because the incentive to defect is too tempting? Eurof and I have had this conversation intermittently for a decade, in various forms. To put it bluntly: Can something akin to communism’s “from each according to his ability, to each according to his needs” evolve naturally? Is such a society within the realm of possible human activity, or does it go against our very nature, our selfish instincts? Remember that we already play positive-sum games to satisfy our instincts; why not just raise the stakes and hence our winnings? Eurof contends it cannot be done, but he can elaborate in his comments if he wishes.

I am cautiously optimistic that such a society can evolve over time, but with two caveats. The first is that we might not ever get there all the way, but that society, Swedish society at least, is moving in that direction. More and more, we are capable of abstracting the process by which effort begets reward. It’s clear that the future will involve more behaviour based on this ability, not less.

Second, there is a minimum quality of life that the overwhelming majority of the population needs to have before you can play for higher stakes. Communism is not for the poor. Sweden is eradicating poverty in its midst, surely, if not evenly,A report released Friday by Rädda Barnen/Save the Children shows 262,000 Swedish children were classified poor in 2001, 34,000 fewer than in 2000. and as it does so there will be progressively fewer desperate people for whom defecting brings a disproportionately large reward increase. The eradication of poverty is a prerequisite for, not a result of communism.

This is where Charles et al will usually retort that poverty is a relative concept, that there will always be poor as long as there are rich. Charles is right. The common assumption, though, is that low wealth disparity in society, though feasible via a policy of progressive taxation, is not desirable because it saps economic incentive. In fact, if it’s not the other way round, the best we can say is that there is very little correlation between income disparity and growth. [PDF] Sweden, for example, has robust growth and low income inequality.

It’s going to take a while before we get there — quite possibly another half millenium or so. But don’t forget that 500 years ago democracy was a ludicrous notion.

Ok boys, the post is all yours. Go rip it to shreds.

Animal rights vs human rights (vs common sense)

A friend mentioned last week that kosher butchers are illegal in Sweden. I thought to myself, that can’t be right, that would be, well, not kosher. It turns out I didn’t have the whole story: the traditional forms of both kosher and halal slaughter (where the animals are not pre-stunned) are banned here, on the grounds that they constitute cruelty to animals.

Two interesting papers on the web helped me to flesh out the details: This paper on immigration and multiculturalism in Sweden identifies animal rights considerations as the cause for the prohibition:

Consider the issue of kosher and halal slaughter. These forms of religious slaughter are prohibited in Sweden, as they require that an animal be conscious up until the point of slaughter. This is considered inhumane in Scandinavia, where it is required that an animal be anesthetized before slaughter. This difference of opinion regarding the most appropriate method of preparing an animal for human consumption illustrates the most basic type of cultural conflict that can be expected.
 
In Britain this conflict was resolved by allowing religious slaughter to provide for those religious groups requiring it, while in Sweden, Orthodox rabbis have agreed that animals stunned before slaughter still meet with the spirit of the kosher requirements. Nonetheless, in practice, much kosher meat is imported from abroad.

A paper on the legal status of Islamic minorities in Sweden [PDF, 252K], presented at a migration research conference this summer, looks more broadly at the state’s involvement:

Halal slaughter without pre-stunning the animal is not permitted, but it is legal to import halal slaughtered meat from other countries. If pre-stunning is accepted (and most Muslim public voices in Sweden seem to accept it), halal slaughter is legal, and during the autumn of 2001 the first all Islamic slaughtering house was opened. Before that (and still) Muslim butchers have slaughtered according to halal laws (with pre-stunning) in other slaughtering houses. Poultry is an exception to the rule; it has always been legal to slaughter poultry without pre-stunningWhy do chickens get such a raw deal? Does this reflect our own cultural disdain for chickens? (And going way off topic, what exactly is the difference between a pig and a dog when it comes to choosing which to eat?).
 
During the 1990’s, two official reports on ritual slaughter (both Jewish and Muslim) were made pointing in different directions. The first one, Slakt av obedövade djur (Slaughter of not stunned animals, 1992) was conducted by Jordbruksverket (Swedish Board of Agriculture), generally in charge of questions related to slaughter. This report has been criticised for not considering the value of religious plurality and liberty of religion. The second one was conducted by an historian of religions commissioned by the Government Commission on Swedish Democracy, and was published as a Statens Offentliga Utredningar (SOU, Government’s Official Reports) in 1999 (SOU 1999:9). It paints a far more complex picture than the first one and also comments on some relevant EU laws that have changed the basis for Swedish legislation. This includes laws designed to protect religious diversity and for example suggesting exemptions regarding pre-stunning and ritual slaughtering. It is rumoured that a change is on its way, but one must not underestimate the animal rights lobby that is both strong and influential.
 
Even though Sweden is an urbanised country and most farms are semi-industrial there are still a number of smaller farms. I know through personal information and through media that a few Muslim families have aligned themselves with farmers, buying and slaughtering animals at such farms. This is however done on a very small scale, only for personal use.

Clearly, importing meat butchered without pre-stunning is a cop-out — if you think it’s inhumane, you should not export the problem. Redefining kosher and halal slaughter to include the killing of unconscious animals is clever, but there doesn’t seem to have been much volunteering for this option (on the part of religious leaders, of course, not the animals). And driving religious rituals underground is hardly a long-term solution, and can lead to terrible press.

So, when human rights and animal rights clash, which should triumph?On another occasion, I might have brought Peter Singer into the debate at this point, and held forth at great length about how much of a distinction can be made between the suffering of humans and animals and how we should act towards animals as a result. Personally, I’m convinced we’ll all be vegetarians in 500 years time, but for now, I’ll take the steak and the blue pill. It’s an obvious question, but it is not the question I’m interested in right now. Instead, I want to know: In Sweden, is the invocation of animal rights considerations to limit traditional animal slaughter selective?

Exhibit A: Sámi school. What a cute website! Sámi children write in English about learning how to be good Sámi, including how to decapitate a reindeer. Not a stun gun in sight.

Exhibit B: Elk hunting, which according to this AFP news article on Sweden.se is “a ritual that is much more than a national pastime — hunting the elk is part of the Swedish identity.“Yes, the lure of the elk is powerful. So much so that authorities in northern Sweden have noticed a sharp, yet not entirely unexpected, increase in the number of fathers who take their mandatory paternity leave not just any old time, but precisely during hunting season.”

Taking a break for lunch, Tomas Rudenstam, a lawyer, checks his e-mail on his hand-held computer. But his thoughts are elsewhere, as he recalls the calf he knows he shot this morning but which darted away.
 
“Two yearlings and their mother appeared about 80 meters (yards) in front of me. I aimed at one of the yearlings and fired. I’m sure I wounded it,” says Tomas, who has already killed one other elk as the spruce twig in his cap testifies.

That elk is probably wishing it was being turned into a very halal kebab by now, rather than slowly bleeding to death in the forest somewhere.

The answer, then, is a resounding yes, Sweden does selectively apply animal rights considerations to limit traditional animal slaughter. These rituals are only barbaric, it turns out, if they’re practiced by non-indigenous Swedes with less clout than the animal rights lobby.

To remedy the situation, I propose the following: Either we pre-stun elk and have them lying around on the forest floor during hunting season so that when hunters find one they can humanely shoot it in the head, preserving “the spirit” of the hunt. If that is not acceptable, we should allow Muslims and Jews their own food rituals, unmitigated by this sudden selective concern for animal rights. To do anything else is to be culturally patronizing.

How the Irish saved civilization? By blogging it.

I’ve finally read How the Irish Saved Civilization by Thomas Cahill, and as I expected, it contains a number of big ideas. Among them:

The Irish were the first people to be Christianized without also being RomanizedSt. Patrick, circa 450 A.D.. Celtic traditions were not jettisoned when Christianity was adopted, and this resulted in a rather pragmatic approach to religion — for example, the Irish pioneered the concept of being able to confess privately and repeatedly for the same sin. In Romanized Christianity, confession until then had been public, and forgiveness granted only once. It used to be two strikes and you’re out of the Church, excommunicated, set to burn in hell for all eternity. To the Irish, this was rather harsh: “We’re all sinners, all the time,” was the official excuse, though it more likely had to do with Celts being a lot looser sexually than those prudish Romans. It’s thanks to the Irish, then, that heaven isn’t emptyI’m sure there’s an Irish joke to be made from this historical nugget.
How about: “An Irishman goes to confession: ‘Forgive me father, for I have not sinned.'”
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But their main contribution to civilization was the preservation of Roman and Greek texts amid the collapse of the Roman empire. The Irish had replaced the Christian tradition of martyrdom with that of “green martyrs,” or monks, whose own recent Celtic roots made them receptive to pagan literature. These monks set about collecting and copying such manuscripts — without censorship — in their remote Irish monasteries, while the barbarians thoroughly brutalized the continent.

These copyists acted as meme-promoters, keeping classical ideas alive until they could once again be let loose on a critical mass of fertile minds in the next renaissance. This is how the memes at the foundation of modern western thought skirted extinction — our knowledge of Plato comes to us through the ages via a thin but sinewy thread that extends through Ireland. Eventually, the Irish monks re-evangelized the continent, and made sure to take the classics with them. By the time the Vikings were raiding monasteries on Ireland, the texts were being kept safe by Irish monks as far afield as Italy.

And while copying was their main task, these monks could not help but populate the margins with annotations, comments, approval or mockery. Cahill writes (in 1995) about what might have motivated them:

[The monks] did not see themselves as drones. Rather, they engaged the text they were working on, tried to comprehend it after their fashion, and, if possible, add to it, even improve on it. In this dazzling new culture, a book was not an isolated document on a dusty shelf; book truly spoke to book, and writer to scribe, and scribe to reader, from one generation to the next. These books were, as we would say in today’s jargon, open, interfacing, and intertextual — glorious literary smorgasbords in which the scribe often tried to include a bit of everything, from every era, language, and style known to him.

That was, effectively, blogging, circa 700 A.D.

Of course, today, we bloggers have been relieved of the task of manually copying the memes we deem worthy of promotion (and disparagement); the cost of copying information is now negligibleIt is even more efficient merely to refer to the texts in question with a link (although at the risk of the link going bad).. Blogs are the new marginalia, our annotated lives, riffs on our cultural and political patrimony (like this post), asides on the political drama of the day, knowing winks at perpetuity…

To illustrate the similarity: Here is a magnificent journal entry, disguised as a poem in the margin of a 9th century manuscript on Virgil in a Swiss monastery:

I and Pangur Ban my catHere is the original old Irish, together with a literal translation. The text on the right is copied from here.
‘Tis a like task we are at:
Hunting mice is his delight,
Hunting words I sit all night.
Better far than praise of men
‘Tis to sit with book and pen;
Pangur bears me no ill-will,
He too plies his simple skill.
‘Tis a merry task to see
At our tasks how glad are we,
When at home we sit and find
Entertainment to our mind.
Oftentimes a mouse will stray
In the hero Pangur’s way;
Oftentimes my keen thought set
Takes a meaning in its net.
‘Gainst the wall he sets his eye
Full and fierce and sharp and sly;
‘Gainst the wall of knowledge I
All my little wisdom try.
When a mouse darts from its den,
O how glad is Pangur then!
O what gladness do I prove
When I solve the doubts I love!
So in peace our task we ply,
Pangur Ban, my cat, and I;
In our arts we find our bliss,
I have mine and he has his.
Practice every day has made
Pangur perfect in his trade;
I get wisdom day and night
Turning darkness into light.

Now that, surely, rivals Lileks on a good day. Cahill furnishes other examples — here is one monk’s opinion of a Celtic epic:

I who have copied down this story, or more accurately fantasy, do not credit the details of the story, or fantasy. Some things in it are devilish lies, and some are poetical figments, some seem possible and others not; some are for the enjoyment of idiots.”

He could just as well have been writing on Bush’s reasons for invading Iraq, no? One final example:

“Sad it is, little parti-colored white book, for a day will surely come when someone will say over your page: ‘the hand that wrote this is no more.'”

Amen; his work was important; it is still read and treasured; and it’s a good omen for today’s blogs.

Render unto Caesar

Jesus was executed by Pontius Pilate because he was a rabble-rouser. This much is agreed by scholars. What kind of rabble-rouser he was is the topic of heated debate. I’ve long cherished the notion that Jesus was a political operative, a separatist agitating against collaboration with the Roman occupiers, invoking God’s authority to legitimize his cause. This is not an inherently atheistic stance—liberation theology has taken this view and run with it—but it does recast Jesus’s motives on a much more human scale.

I took this composite shot of the Temple Mount in the winter of 2000/2001. Click to enlarge.

Recently, this view has fallen into relative disfavor. The weight of scholarly opinion has shifted towards a strictly eschatological Jesus, one who went around preaching the imminent end of the world and the coming kingdom of God, not 2,000+ years hence but in a matter of weeks.

Whenever there is such controversy, The New York Review of Books—that ambulance chaser of scholarly conflict—seems hell-bent on asking the proponent of one camp to disparage review a recently published work of a professional rival. And thus we have E.P. Sanders, Art and Sciences Professor of Religion at Duke, reviewing Crossan and Reed’s Excavating Jesus: Beneath the Stones, Behind the Texts.It’s in the April 10 Edition of NYRB, which has just arrived in Stockholm in time for Easter. The New Yorker issues are longer in the coming—in the latest issue, I am still subject to quickly aging pre-war presaging.

Alas, the Sanders article is not available for free online. But a Sanders co-conspirator, Paula Fredrikson at Boston University, has an engaging (if oddly formatted) overview of all the Jesuses in play today:

We have one apocalyptic Jesus. He caused a scene in the Temple to symbolically enact a prophecy of impending redemption (Sanders). We have two non-apocalyptic Jesuses, a Cynic and a Jewish Cynic. The Cynic Jesus went up to Jerusalem as a normal pilgrim and was killed—no Temple tantrum (Mack, Seeley). The Jewish Cynic Jesus went up for the first time in his life that one Passover. Disgusted by what he saw (he had had no idea, remember, what Jerusalem would be like), he overturned the tables, thereby symbolically destroying the Temple’s brokerage function (Crossan). And, finally, we have one metaphorically apocalyptic anti-nationalist Jesus who went up to Jerusalem at Passover to confront the Temple system, which he symbolically challenged, indicted and condemned (Borg, Wright).

But what about Fredrikson’s Jesus?

I had an apocalyptic Jesus who went up to Jerusalem for Passover at or as the climax of his mission. He symbolically enacted the Temple’s impending destruction. The gesture implied no condemnation of his native religion but, rather, announced the imminent coming of a new Temple and, hence, as well, God’s kingdom. The act brought him to the attention of the priests, who became alarmed at the potential for mass disturbance during the holiday when Pilate was in town. They facilitated his arrest, and Pilate killed him.

Which Jesus is the most likely is beginning to depend more and more on circumstantial evidence, hence the quest for historical context. Sanders counters Crossan’s rendition of a Jesus engaging in “resistance against the distributive injustice of Roman-herodian commercialization”Life imitating the art of Monty Python? by examining precisely how much Jewish agrarian life had been altered by Roman influence. His answer: little to not at all. Eventually, it gets personal, as such matters are wont to do, and Sanders posits that Crossan’s bias in favor of a rebellious Jesus is based on Crossan being Irish, with the Romans and the British in the role of oppressor.

But what is interesting is that none of the various versions of Jesus imbue the founder of Christianity with particularly flattering attributes. Sanders calls Crossan’s Jesus “a minor social deviant and critic.” Fredrikson calls her apocalyptic Jesus “an embarrassment” to later Christian apologists, thus:

Jesus securely anchored in his first-century Jewish apocalyptic context—working miracles, driving away demons, predicting the imminent end of the world—is an embarrassment. Is it sheer serendipity that so many of our reconstructions define away the offending awkwardness? Miracles without cures, time without end, resurrections without bodies. The kingdom does not come, it is present as an experience, a kinder, gentler society, mediated, indeed created, by Jesus. Then what is this kingdom language doing here anyway?

For me, the most refreshing aspect of reading this research is the lack of any concern on the part of scholars as to whether Jesus was the son of God or not. All assume that a charlatan or a psychotic would have had as much a chance of garnering a movement as the real deal.

Regardless of which he is, Jesus can be useful, especially as a repository for parables when trying to make a point with people who belong to prayer groups. And there is clearly use for one now regarding the reconstruction of Iraq when arguing with the Presidents’ men. Contracts need to be awarded. Should they go to American companies? British companies? Certainly not French and German companies? What Would Jesus Do?

Naomi Klein sees nothing but nefariousness in US motives. She starts off well, but gets a bit shrill by the end. She loses credibility when she seriously suggests that the Iraq war was fought because “‘free trade’ by less violent means hasn’t been going that well lately.” What an unsubtle appeal to Marxian dialectics!

In the other corner sit the newly smug neocons, who feel that since they made the effort, they should reap some spoils, in the guise of a long-lasting military presence and a preeminent role in the reconstruction of Iraq.

I think both sides miss the point. What we need to do here is render unto Caesar. If the US is paying, by all means award those contracts to American companies. It’s the traditional way of dispensing aid and pleasing your constituents. If the funds are coming from Iraq’s oil revenues, or if the exploitation rights of that oil are being sold, then it should be up to an Iraqi representative government, which, if it so chooses, can hand it to the French.

The seeming lack of overwhelming gratitude on the part of Iraq’s civil society towards the US is probably borne from a suspicion of America’s intentions, a suspicion they do not seem to harbor about the British. The indigenous representative government that will form from this inchoate mess may not be as pro-American as Bush hopes. To what extent will there be pressure to ensure collaboration with the invading force? And for how long? These are all reasons to get the UN involved as soon as possible. The best way for the US to prove to its critics that it had only its own safety in mind and not its commercial interests is to not pursue those interests too ruthlessly. Do as Jesus would: Heal, but do it for free. It worked for him.

Apatheism

While looking at some list of words of the year one word in particular that I had not previously seen caught my attention: Apatheist, or one who couldn’t care less whether there is a god or not. Here is a subtler definition:

An apatheist is a type of atheist who, rather than not believing in any gods because the arguments for them are weak, simply doesn’t care about the existence of any gods and goes about life as if none existed.

I suspect most of my friends of being closet atheists, though they will only admit to agnosticism, either out of a misplaced sense of respect for religion or because the word ‘atheism’ is smeared in their minds with a surfeit of negative conviction. Perhaps they will consider the term ‘apatheist’ as being a more accurate descriptor of their stance on god(s)—an atheism lite; they all already act as if there are no gods, with ethics derived from empathy and socialization rather than handed from on high, so why not update one’s mental profile?

The reason I think it is accurate to describe apatheism as a kind of atheism (and not a kind of agnosticism) is that agnosticism allows for the possibility of a god that exhibits very human qualities—the personal god, the jealous god, the omnipotent, omniscient god, the god that requires prayers or which punishes evil—the kind of god that the more literal religions (all judeo-christian-muslim ones certainly) posit. If such a god were to exist, we would ignore it at our peril.

But most scientifically minded people (like yourselves) have discarded such a notion of god for one that is much more abstract, one which does not interfere with the laws of physics, one restricted to operating before the big bang, one which does not know or care about you personally (nor if you rape Bosnian refugees or discover penicillin), and who most certainly will not give you any kind of afterlife.

If that is the kind of god you are wondering exists, then you are an apatheist, because whether such a god exists or not makes no difference to the human sphere. I’ll still side with atheism, because efficient explanations are best (see Occam’s razor), but functionally were in the same boat.

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Dead heat

I just found out tonight that my apartment’s central heating is provided in part by a local crematorium. Surprisingly, this little nugget of weird news, first reported in Dagens Nyheter last month, has so far flown below the radar screens of the internet’s weird news industry.

Perhaps its because it all makes eminent sense if you look at the details. Basically, it’s an environmentally friendly gesture: The smoke produced by the crematorium’s ovens needs to be cooled, from over 1,100 degrees celsius to around 150 degrees, for filters to efficiently remove mercury. Using electric fans costs a lot of money, but piping water through the smoke cools it while heating the water. So for the past 5 years the crematorium has offered to let itself be connected to the city’s central heating grid, an offer Stockholm Energi, the local energy company, refused, fearing public queasiness.

Until now. Several local bishops have said they see no ethical problems with such a setup; on the contrary, both sides see environmental benefits: Stockholm Energi needs less fuel to heat Stockholm, and the crematorium spends less energy cooling its furnaces, saving 50-75% on its energy bill in the process.

But the crematorium insists it’s about saving energy, not money. Furthermore, the technical director of the local church administration assures us that the heat generated by the ovens does not come from bodies—bodies are not good fuel, he says, because they are mainly just bags of water. The heat is generated in part from the coffins, but mainly from the gas that is burned to cremate the bodies.

He also assures us that the steam from the cremated bodies does not end up flowing through my heater here; the processes are kept separate. In that case I’m all for it. In fact, wouldn’t it be even more efficient to have Stockholm Energi burn the bodies in their own powerplants, obviating the need for crematoria altogether? And also, I would feel a bit better if the local old people’s homes get a deep discount on their next heating bill.

(Matthew, what do you think, could you pitch this as an A-head and get a free trip to Stockholm out of it?)

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Nationalist Geographic

We went to Jericho two days ago, and then on to Qumran, where they discovered the Dead Sea Scrolls. In Jericho we visited a school run by Franciscan monks for the local kids, who are predominantly Muslim. In the main hallway, a Palestinian flag. On closer inspection, you notice that the flag is drawn inside the borders of greater Israel, including the West Bank and Gaza, without any sign of borders. Hmm.

In Qumran, the Israel Nature and Parks Authority manages an excellent archeological site of an Essene community that perished 2000 years ago, but not before burying their manuscripts in nearby caves. The brochure has a map of the sites the Authority manages. it’s a map of greater Israel, including the West Bank and Gaza, without any sign of borders. Hmm.

There is a difference between the two maps, though. The Palestinian outline of greater Israel does not include the Golan.

You're all wrong

The first comprehensive study of this blog has been conducted by Matthew Rose. Here are the findings:

You wondered once why some of your posts get more comments than others. I was bored, browsing through your library, and have some theories about the circumstances under which most replies happen:

— Anything Eurof responds to; because it’s important to always disagree with him

— Anything Kenny responds to; bc he’s always thoughtful

— Anything Felix doesn’t respond to; bc no-one can ever figure out what he’s getting at

— Anything about girls or sex

— Nothing about real political issues of substance.

With this in mind, I will now endeavor to post a blog that will elicit no comments whatsoever: It’s about the Israeli-Palestinian conflict.


Dad in front of the Church of the Nativity with our armored Jeep


The parents in Bethlehem’s market street


Al Aqsa paraphernalia and repaired bullet holes

I’ve refrained from blogging my impressions about my stay here in Israel until now, not just because it is so terribly difficult to be nuanced in this place, but also because until today major pieces of the puzzle were still missing for me. I’ve had a great time in Israel proper, zooming up and down 8-lane highways, hiking through Roman ruins, sitting on the beach or going out in Tel Aviv. The quality of life in Israel is very high; Tel Aviv proper is a slice of New York transported wholesale to the Mediterranean. But I hadn’t yet seen the other side of this equation–the West Bank, and Palestinian town life. Today (Sunday) we drove to Bethlehem, and then further south on some backroads to Hebron before looping back into Israel proper.

It’s a blog, so I will limit myself to vignettes of things that struck me–metaphorically, of course.

— Wimps: American supporters of Israel who are loath to travel here are total wimps. They are not just playing into the hands of terrorists (along the lines of, “If I don’t go to Israel then the terrorists have already won”), they are exacerbating a serious recession brought on in part by a collapsed tourism industry. Above all, they are terribly bad at calculating the chances of getting blown up by a suicide bomber. As always, the situation on the ground is a lot different from the bad-news focus of television. Israelis are very stoic about not crimping their style–restaurants and bars in Tel Aviv are full, albeit with guards at the entrance; and perhaps there is a preference for places that are somewhat more recessed from the outside. But the Tel Aviv Love Parade was in full swing last night, the beaches are full, and weekends are spent driving off to BBQs in the hills.

— Eyewitnesses: I met Itay and Ephrat’s dad, Eli, for Lunch in Jaffa last week. We drove through Tel Aviv to get there, and on the way he pointed out to me several places where suicide bombers had struck. A cafe on the main street, a disco on the beach… a dozen people died here, two dozen people there… Today, in Bethlehem, a teenager saw us looking at a poster on a shop door; he explained in English it commemorated a mother and daughter that had been shot there by the IDF during the siege; he was also vocal about this weekend’s latest killing of 11 Palestinians, the majority of them clearly civilians.

— Space: Both Israel and the West Bank are a lot emptier than I expected. There is a lot of room in both places for accommodating their respective population booms without a need for land grabs. Unless, of course, the settlements are not a result of population pressure, but borne of a deliberate policy to change the facts on the ground. Most shocking is the sheer physicality of a settlement. They are often shiny and new, snug on a hilltop with a big Israeli flag fluttering above, with protective fencing all around. The Palestinians, meanwhile, are immobile in their valleys, blocked by Israeli checkpoints. Most of these settlements were expanded or even started in the past decade, despite Oslo, and this is the main evidence Palestinians point to in their case that Israelis will never allow anything more than a rump Palestinian state. It is the one question that I have never seen answered to my satisfaction; pointing out that Palestinians have never had a state anyway, as someone did, is not an answer–Jews did not have a state until 1948 either, and no, states that existed 2000 years ago don’t cut it. If they count, Israel should be part of Egypt, because the Pharaohs were here first.

— “Martyrs”: In Bethlehem, many of the closed metal shop stalls sport posters, often bleached by the sun and half-scratched off, of men posing with big automatic weapons, superimposed over the Dome of the Rock. Our self-appointed guide pointed to them and called them martyrs. They were indeed Al Aqsa brigade members who had been killed by the IDF during the siege of the Nativity Church. But it was never clear to me whether our teenaged guide was able to, or particularly cared about making the distinction between having an old-fashioned fight with the other side’s army on the one hand and bombing civilians on the other.

— Girls: Secular Israeli girls are incredibly hot. I had suspected as much last time I was here, but that was winter, this is summer. Dress code is almost always a barely-there halter top with plenty of room for belly-buttonage, and low hung skin-tight pants. Put them in uniform and give them a gun, and the effect is magnified. I just had dinner with Neil, Marc Young’s roommate at SAIS and colleague of John Sinclair, and we both agreed that if we ever lured Marc here, he’d be shacked up with a pretty kibbbutz girl before you can say mazel tov. I suspect Palestinian girls are pretty too; but they and their Orthodox Jewish counterparts have a knack for fishing the ugly stuff out of the bargain bin, and then wearing far too much of it.

More to follow, I’m sure…

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Mostly Moses


 

Last weekend the parents and I drove to the Sinai peninsula to root around St. Catherine’s Monastery, at the base of Mount Sinai, where Moses first foisted a jealous god on his tribe, one that took it personally if you snuck in a little devotion to Baal on the side.

Getting there was like driving at high speed through the set of Star Wars, with camels that make Wookie noises and Bedouins as extras. But the one word that crops up again and again to describe the landscape is “biblical”. Coincidence, or…?

Dad and I climbed up to the top of Mount Sinai at night under the recent full moon, and saw the sunrise from the summit. We were not alone–about 500 pilgrims and tourists had the same bright idea, and at the top there was plenty of un-Judeo-Christian-Muslim jostling for prime viewing spots. But at least Moses is one thing all three major religions can agree on. Pity, then, that archeologists think if he ever did climb a mountain it was not anywhere near this one. But I am of little faith.

The monastery is something else. It houses perhaps the most impressive collection of Byzantine icons and manuscripts in the world, the result of an uninterrupted occupation by Greek Orthodox monks since the monastery was founded in 527 AD by Roman emperor Justinian. Last year, the monastery decided to open up a couple of rooms to the public, and instantly created one of the best small museums in the world. The Metropolitan Museum gladly did the curating.

I was allowed to see the library. One monk is in the process of digitally photographing every manuscript it owns, using ultra-high end equipment. It’s all controlled by a G4 Apple Mac. Hallelujah.

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