Archive for December, 2006

AMERICA’S MOST WANTED

Friday, December 29th, 2006

And further to the last blog, and in light of the Christmas epidemic, an article from economist Juliet Schor called America’s Most Wanted: Inside The World of Young Consumers. Information about consumerism and children.

An excerpt:

These days, when kids ask, they ask for particular brands. A 2001 Nickelodeon study found that the average 10 year old has memorized 300 to 400 brands. Among eight to 14 year olds, 92 percent of requests are brand specific, and 89 percent of kids agree that “when I find a brand I like, I tend to stick with it.”

A 2000 Griffin Bacal study found that nearly two-thirds of mothers thought their children were brand aware by age three, and one-third said it happened at age two. Kids have clear brand preferences, they know which brands are cool, they covet them, and they pay attention to the ads for them. Today’s tweens are the most brand-conscious generation in history.

There are alternatives for children, and the alternatives, it turns out, begin with children’s parents…

If you are a mother, father, uncle, aunt, grandparent or, for that matter, a human being: good luck…

In vigilant love,

Pete

NEW YEAR’S RESOLUTIONS IN THE LAND OF GREAT PRIVILEGE

Friday, December 29th, 2006

As the New Year approaches, I feel that restless desire to assemble together ideas of what might help me in the New Year be more grounded, truthful, beautiful, more productive, more in service.

Unfortunately, I’m not really sure what those words mean.

The term productive, for example, is such a double edged sword between creativity and depression or anger against self for a lack of creativity/production.

But it is the creativity, the flow, that matters—that is, in my opinion, our essential nature.

Humans are meant to be creative, in the wide meaning of that term.

The frustration at a lack of production, I think, is actually a refusal to remember the literal miraculous vibrancy of every moment (or at least a couple times a day) as an opportunity for gratitude and beauty, a chance to remember the human condition for all of us. But the dance between the two is an ongoing challenge, even in the land of great privilege.

So how does one live a life of “meaning,” in, say, the Viktor Frankl use of the term? How do work and leisure, which are utterly blurred for me—and I say that with gratitude—become “tools” for being more myself, which is hopefully on a path towards being more and more loving yet discerning, accomodating yet clear in my own values, articulate yet non-divisive, remembering we are all under this human condition.

Economist and author (Born to Buy) Juliet Schor, in a wonderful book called Global Values 101, said this about work and leisure, which you might find interesting.

Part of what has happened is that our leisure time has become less satisfying and less vibrant as woking hours have risen…In countries where people work more hours, they also watch more television, other things being equal. We are less likely to engage in activities that require big investments of time.

However, research has shown that the kinds of leisure activities that require big blocks of time and require developing skills are the ones that give the most back to people and are the most satisfying…

One thing we find in studies of people who have a four-day workweek is that they will never go back to the five days because they change they way they live. It is a very useful form of leisure, and it allows people to engage in really satisfying leisure-time activities.

Schor’s off the cuff examples were “getting involved in a local theater group…learning how to play an instrument…developing your skills in woodworking or art…the more active kinds of leisure activities that yield the highest process benefits” and so on.

It is important to know that this not just about my opinion or the kind of life that I prefer to lead. If we think about what has been happening in this country, we have extraordinary increases in depression and other forms of mental distress. We have a breakdown of community. We have high levels of family dissolution. We have children who are at risk in a variety of ways related to mental, physical and emotional distress. We have kids committing suicide at record levels.

Granted, one can debate these ideas/stats forever. But, indeed, it is as always a curious/hopeful/despairing time. I see so many families who seem to live under a greater “standard of living” than ever, but it does seem to largely require both adults working and enormous amounts of debt, regardless of one’s opinion on such things.

Schor goes on to say:

All of [the aforementioned] things are connected to the basic choices of working and spending—the way we are organizing our daily life, the way in which our economy is connecting with our families and community. Millions and millions of Americans are articulating a sense that their lives are out of balance, and they are searching for meaning.

The value system of the 1990s—that economics is everything, making money is everything—is a value system that we rushed headlong into.

If I can give you any advice about these issues, it is to stay true to the things that you really believe in, and to make life choices that allow you to do that. Do not sell your soul for some other purpoise. Do something that you really believe is right. You will be much better off in the long run, aside from what it does for the world.

And if I can give any advice, it is as above.

For the record, I need to admit that I am a staunch believer in globalization: the globalization of love, justice, dignity, equality, health, joy, sisterhood, brotherhood, personhood, human rights.

And my hope is that “the things you really believe in” simultaneously serve your heart and body, your family, the community—maybe the world, too, gods willing—and are grown from that scientifically unprovable and ultimately undefinable concept that makes life worth living: love.

May we all love more.

As The Days Get Lighter (Bilderbergers, Pagans, Chavez, Neo-Liberalism, Conspiracies and so on)…

Monday, December 25th, 2006

Christmas Day, a symbol of not only family, togetherness and relentless consumerism, but Christianity’s (Christ’s birth) overlapping of indigenous spirituality (based on the winter equinox); clashing, converging or conquering, depending on where one draws their own lines.

Either way, this is the time the days are getting lighter—one could dream symbolic of things easing in these difficult times.

And in light of the blog I wrote about the documentary the Devil’s Miner and the remarkably resilient fourteen year old boy Basilio working in the mines of Bolivia, I add this simplified—perhaps necessarily—conclusion on the virtually non-reported meeting of South American leaders (including Bolivia’s Evo Morales) that took place this December. The counties are meeting to form something like the European Union.

Chomsky suggests this is the most engaged and liberated the South American countries have collectively been since the initial conquering and colonization.

Why this would not get much North American press, in particular given Chavez’s notoriety in the West, is worth considering. I think the reasons are different than why, say (and I say this half jokingly), the Bilderberger Meetings are so little reported, even with editors from huge journals attending.

See what you think.

Who knows what will become of this world? One thing is certain—nuclear war or mass environmental catastrophes aside—there are many paths towards greater freedom, and many more evolving. Not just one ideology or religion has answers.

Like individuals, so many situations require specific approaches—and like an individual’s evolution, it seems to me these changes, to be sustainable or even real, must come from the inside out.

May the right approach be in the right place at the right time. May this be good for all people, on myriad levels, but in particular for those who, as I write this, are most in need.

And may you be surrounded by love and health,

Pete

An Ol’ Betsy Addendum.

Sunday, December 24th, 2006

Related to the organic/inorganic debate from Milkin’ Ol’ Betsy (For All She’s Worth), you might find this interview with Michael Pollan from The Herbivore’s Dilemma.

If anybody can add further to the discussion, that would be great.

It’s fascinating how today we know so much more about the world than a person in 1500 could ever dream of knowing; we know that the world isn’t flat; that we’re orbitting the sun; that we’re not the centre of the universe; that there was bacteria and viruses and so on. All very intersting and useful, to be sure. So many things, so many inventions.

But here’s a few things very close to home that people in fifteen hundred knew completely that we no longer know: where their food came from; what was in their food; what the animals went through to produce that food; where their waste went; where their clothes were made and under what conditions they were made; how to grow food; how to gather food; what the seasons mean; how there houses were built; where everything came from, who made it and how it was made. Granted, conditions would have been brutal from time to time, but the list is extensive. Add to it, if you’d like—or subtract from it.

My point is we actually know (in a few areas) very little about things that are all around us everyday, and essential to our existence.

Who ever considers the world of pipes going on underground like a circulatory system; electricty going on below and above, like a nervouse sustem. Where is the power station? The watershed?

Don’t get me wrong. I’d never change places or times (although time travel would be the coolest), but the wild mass of knowledge we know and accumulate today in this information age, driving madly along the information highway, is probably equalled by things we don’t know a stitch about now that at one time were taken for granted.

We are plugged in, but it’s a very long extension cord, some unclear distance from the commons. Well, I don’t know if that’s true, but it is remarkable to consider.

Sleep well. I hope you have a beautiful holiday, and may the world be a little more peaceful and nourishingly creative, somehow, in the new year, as the days get lighter.

Lots of love, Pete

GREAT WHITE DUPE!

Thursday, December 21st, 2006

AKA Me.

The story about the Ucluelet Great White I posted a few hours ago?

Duped.

It turns out she’s a Nova Scotian Great White. Actually, I could tell by the accent she wasn’t west coast but I didn’t follow my instincts. All I had to do was scroll down a little farther, below the photos, and some fella pointed it out. The report also said it was a Mako shark (same family), but it sure looks like a Great White to me. I’ve never seen a Mako that big, with that kind of girth. But, truth is, I haven’t seen a lot of Makos.

And I got the country right—just a different time zone. And I did love sharks when I was a kid. That part was true.

Here’s some trivia. I have heard that the easternmost point of Canada is closer to Ireland than Vancouver. It’s probably a lie, too, but it sure is a big country.

Clearly I have to stick to spirituality, history and politics to write facts that even if they’re wrong can be made right by persistence, other sources, bias and outright lying.

For the record (no pun intended) I’m going into the studio tomorrow to start recording some new songs. First time in a studio in years. I’ve got a cold so I might go for that old-time nasal sound, see if it helps sales.

And now a non sequitor. This is an article that I thought was provocative, from a Dr Lawrence Britt, called Fourteen Defining Characteristics of Fascism.

And this is an interview with him.

GREAT WHITE SHARK!

Thursday, December 21st, 2006

When I was a kid, I was enthralled by JAWS—the first “real” novel I ever read—and then, of course, the movie was the first I ever saw multiple times.

I read everything I could about sharks. Tigers; threshers; dogfish; whale sharks; blue; mako; bull; basking; Lake Zambezi sharks—that’s right, fresh water; you name it, I was mesmerised.

I even made a five foot chicken wire/paper-mache hammerhead that my sister took to high school for a project—and for some reason lost to me now, I never saw it again. I think it got incinerated by the janitor. Bummer. I might even have written about the loss of said hammerhead in Understanding Ken.

Of course, it was the Great White Shark (Carcharadon carcharias, for those in the know) that really blew my mind. Durban, South Africa; the Great Barrier Reef, Australia; even, occasionally, the islands off the San Francisco. You can even see one on the EXTRAS page on my website.

Well last year a baby Great White washed up on the west coast of Vancouver Island (Canada), near Tofino. I told people. They didn’t believe me. They mocked me. It stung.

Ladies and gentleman, welcome to Ucluelet, Vancouver Island. Or should I say: JAWS 7: Revenge of the Mother. If you dare, press here for two photos.

And to see a Great White seal hunt/breach on a three minute video (it takes a minute or two to loud up) that would make Chief Brody shit his pants, press here.

And no surfing!

MILKING OL’ BETSY (For All She’s Worth)

Tuesday, December 19th, 2006

As a vegetarian (which includes dairy), I’ve heard disconcerting rumblings about the treatment of even the organic milking cow.

These answers may not be definitive, but I did an interview with a person from the Ministry of Agriculture, who generously gave me their take on the situation.

I would love feedback, so if you can add, clarify, question or even protest these details further, it would be warmly invited.

See Milking Ol’ Betsy (For All She’s Worth) for the interview.

Bastard Power (and other Illegitimacies)

Sunday, December 17th, 2006

I recently watched a heart-breaking yet inspiring documentary called The Devil’s Miner. Set largely in a nearly depleted silver mine in the mountain (or mountain range?) known as the Cerro Rico, in Bolivia, the documentary follows a fourteen year old boy named Basilio who works under brutal conditions in these mines with his ten year old little brother. They are the financial support for his mother and baby sister (his father died).

If I understood correctly, workers are paid by how much silver and minerals they can excavate. Labour laws, health laws and dignity laws are non-existent. Silicosis, a cementing of the lungs, is a brutal and ever-present killer, as are death by gas or mine collapse.

One of the extraordinary segments of the film takes place deep in the cave with Basilio and his little brother sitting in front of a life-sized deity, Tio—to whom the miners of all ages make offerings of cocoa leaves and alcohol and so on in theoretic return for protection and increased mineral production.

Chewing on a cheek full of cocoa leaves, Basilio tells his brother the story of this god—Tio. The story is unintentionally a reminder of how humans remain subjugated by their belief systems.

For me it was also an acute reminder of how belief systems serving other interests (propaganda) can be intentionally imposed, sometimes subtly, sometimes under the most brutal and impoverished conditions.

This story reminded me further of something South African anti-apartheid leader Stephen Biko once said before he was killed:

The most powerful weapon in the hands of the oppressor is the mind of the oppressed.

In an interview with Noam Chomsky (who else?), David Barsamian mentioned Biko:

Let’s talk about what individuals can do in overcoming orthodoxies. Steve Biko, the South African activist who was murdered by the apartheid regime while he was in custody, once said, “The most powerful weapon in the hands of the oppressor is the mind of the oppressed.”

Noam Chomsky replied:

He’s quite accurate. Most oppression succeeds because its legitimacy is internalized. That’s true of the most extreme cases. Take, say, slavery. It wasn’t easy to revolt if you were a slave, by any means. But if you look over the history of slavery, it was in some sense recognized as just the way things are. We’ll do the best we can under this regime.

Another example, also contemporary (it’s estimated that there are some 26 million slaves in the world), is women’s rights. There the oppression is extensively internalized and accepted as legitimate and proper. It’s still true today, but it’s been true throughout history.

Take working people. At one time in the U.S., in the mid-19th century, working for wage labor was considered not very different from chattel slavery. That was the slogan of the Republican Party, the banner under which northern workers went to fight in the Civil War:

We’re against chattel slavery and wage slavery.

Free people do not rent themselves to others.

Maybe you’re forced to do it temporarily, but that’s only on the way to becoming a free person, a free man, to put it in the rhetoric of the day. You become a free man when you’re not compelled to take orders from others.

That’s an Enlightenment ideal. Incidentally, this was not coming from European radicalism. There were workers in Lowell, Massachusetts, a couple of miles from where we are [MIT]. You could even read editorials in the New York Times saying this around that time.

It took a long time to drive into people’s heads the idea that it is legitimate to rent yourself. Now that’s unfortunately pretty much accepted. So that’s internalizing oppression.

Anyone who thinks it’s legitimate to be a wage laborer is internalizing oppression in a way which would have seemed intolerable to people in the mills 150 years ago.

In the Devil’s Miner, Basilio lovingly explains to his little brother—who is scared to go in the mines without his older brother, understandably—the meaning of the Tio.

You should not be afraid of the Tio. You should believe in him. Make him offerings and then he won’t harm you. He will give you more minerals and protect you from accidents.

And then Basilio tells his little brother the story of the Tio as he understands it:

This Tio is from colonial times. When the Spaniards arrived, the Indios thought they were gods sent from Heaven. But it wasn’t like this. They were evil people who abused them.

There was also a mita…Do you know what a mita is?

[the little brother shakes his head]

[Mita] was forced labour, without leaving the mine for six months. With twenty hours of work and four hours of resting.

The Indios didn’t want to work anymore.

So they rose up against the Spanish Crown and said, “We don’t want to work anymore.�

The Spanish knew the Indios believed in all kinds of gods so they built a statue with horns and a tail and to the Indios they said, “If you don’t work, this God will kill you.�

[The Indios] were not able to say “Dios� (God). They said Tios…because in the Qechua alphabet the letter “D� does not exist…so they gave him the name Tio.

These are the words, of course, of a fourteen year old living under almost unbelievable conditions, but the gist of the story is echoed by his adult boss, who is also a miner:

Outside [of the mines] we believe in God [Christ] who is our only saviour.

But when we enter the mine, things change. We are entering the world of Satan. Under the earth we must believe in Satan…the Devil. We ask him for favours, sometimes on our knees…lighting candles for him…so our belief is split into two worlds. In every mine there is a Tio. Every single one. A mine can’t exist without its Tio. Small one, big ones, they always have one.

These highly articulated yet simultaneously confused conclusions (except that they unconsciously limit the likelihood of often hopeless, bloody uprisings against power) left me at first with a sad helplessness.

But then it hit me.

This mythology/propaganda is a startling, living example of imposed oppression held in check exactly as described by Chomsky when he says “[m]ost oppression succeeds because its legitimacy is internalized”; and again with Biko’s: “The most powerful weapon in the hands of the oppressor is the mind of the oppressed.”

What does this say for all of us? Where am I oppressed—and does it matter? Who has created the freedoms we live under? Who controls the grid of energy and economy, church and state, taxes and shifting moralities that we live under?

What is the function—or perhaps more importantly the objective—of those creations?

And in the Third World, where worker rights are less advanced, what is the role of poverty? What is the effect of education and economic improvement on these sorts of conditions?

Obviously one assumes that education and poverty reduction is vital.

Of course it is.

But it seems to have its own inherent “problems” and “side-effects”, too, depending on the the context of its arising, as some imposers of propaganda/mythology surely know.

BETTER THE DEVIL YOU KNOW (than the Devil you don’t know)

The research of Scott Atran, the anthropologist/psychologist mentioned in an earlier blog—and author of In Gods We Trust—has with his colleagues revealed some fascinating facts about the demographics of suicide bombers.

From an article in the Toledo Blade:

“Suicide terrorists often are labeled crazed cowards bent on senseless destruction who thrive in the midst of poverty and ignorance,’’ Dr. Atran says.

Such is President Bush’s public stance, Dr. Atran writes. He quotes the President saying: “We will challenge the poverty and hopelessness and lack of education and failed governments that too often allow conditions that terrorists can seize.’’

But Dr. Atran argues that, if anything, education and greater wealth could lead to more terrorism if governments ignore root causes.

A December, 2001, poll of West Bank and Gaza Palestinians 18 or older showed that those with 12 or more years of education were far more likely to support armed attacks than illiterates.

Only 40 percent of those with advanced degrees favored dialogue with Israel, compared to 53 percent of those with college degrees and 60 percent of those with nine or fewer years of schooling.

A study that compared Hezbollah militants who died in action to other Lebanese of the same age group found Hezbollah members were less likely to come from poor homes, and more likely to have a secondary school education.

BEWARE THE GOD OF SIMPLE SOLUTIONS

I have a thought that could be way off, but I will present it.

One could make the assumption that suicide bombers in the demographic of greater education and income seem to be responding to an awareness that, even with these positive improvements, they remain oppressed and their opportunities limited.

One could also easily and justifiably say—for those in the Occupied Territories for instance—that this frustration/humiliation/anger is projected against foreign powers who by their oppressive tactics and humiliation prevent mobility even with these monetary and educational gains.

Further, this more educated and affluent group is no longer internalizing their oppression as “just the way things are.” They are aware that it should not be this way.

So to counter their frustration they blow themselves up and at the same time blow up, horrendously, other citizens—contributing to the endless and cyclical disaster and violence that led them to this despair.

But is this the whole story?

I think combined with this discord resluting from increased education but no increase in freeedom, is the unawareness that they are also oppressed by their own worldview—and an inability to admit that, or change it, adds to the likelihood of this madness known as suicide bombing.

The internal oppression is a religious or ideological worldview whose construct often goes against the educated mind. This discord is fine and natural, as long as disagreements with it are free to be expressed. However, the instinct of greater knowledge—to expand—is suppressed.

Thus, where greater education and financial affluency should lead to a desire to shake off the chains of both oppressors—foreign domination and domestic absurdities of culture and religion—the would-be Suicide Bomber doubly projects their misery and hopelessness, but to the only oppressor visible: the foreign oppressor.

The domestic oppressor goes largely unnoticed and ignored. The discord and madness of that oppression becomes internalized. The result is, literally, explosive—for the Suicide Bomber, for whatever idiosyncratic reasons, sees no way other way out.

In trying to have some sort of comprehension of that degraded journey into suicide bombing, I ask: who can stop the devil they cannot see? And if that “devilâ€? can create, by divide-and-rule tactics, further unconscious delusion in the mind of the oppressed, all the better for the “devil’s” cause—be it a colonial, religious, ideological, empirical or economic cause.

REMEMBERING THE HISTORY OF YOUR FAVOURITE GOD

Colonialism by Christians, it could be remembered, was often preceded by Islamic colonialism (which of course, was often preceded by Christian colonialism/Roman colonialism etc.). Some in the Middle East, I am sure, fought against their Islamic oppressors, some ran from it, some accepted it—but who could avoid it?

Who today can honestly deny that Islam has an intense Empiralist strand? This would seem to go against large portions of its history.

Similarly in the West, where endless invasions of sovereign countries brutally speak for themselves.

I wonder if little Basilio’s story—the construct and how it is manifested—is at its core so different from the stories and reconstructions we hear on the news every night, or from our families and ancestors’ obligations, from the threats and promises of our churches?

How “childlike” are our minds, accepting what we are told, however it came to be told to us?

How much does our news, schooling and culture program us to think in a certain way—and for the advantage of certain groups? What role does education play when it does not prevent oppression by either foreign or domestic powers—be it economic, militaristic or even the imposition of belief systems that are unable to allow freedom of thought, be it mystic or scientific or political, or all of the above?

OF POVERTY AND GODS

As for Basilio’s fear based confusion, this dynamic, this complex, seems to be symbolic of what goes on all over the world, creating Tios everywhere: Communism, Capitalism, Iraq, Iran, Fundamentalism, secularism, paganism, Hell, the free market—even freedom and democracy—so-called. Granted, there are truths within these concepts, but the result (from wherever it comes) is to divide; to stop solidarity; to instill fear.

The miners have internalized not only the colonizer’s religion, Christianity—which clearly has not brought them social justice for myriad reasons—but the Indios bow to a god the colonizers created, knowingly.

Literally, the workers “internalize� the “legitimacy of their oppression� and make offerings to the Tio all week in the mine and then Christ on Sunday and after work.

Moreover, in Bolivia and all over the colonized world, those who have been colonized, savagely brutalized and decimated, with the blessing of a given religion, now turn to that religion for their salvation.

India (and possibly China, although their colonization was partial and limited) may be the two exceptions.

In short, if education increases, but advantage does not—and illogical belief systems internally remain—what will be the effects in these places?

One shudders at the potential of sick projection against all forms of oppression.

Speaking of multi god manifestations, how many disastrous variations are there on the suicide bombing theme—and how many have we already seen?

My guess is that even these mad clerics, east and west, who have power in their own culture are surely projecting their anger through a personal and religious oppression by their own beliefs that they can’t even see.

How can one tell if this is true? Perhaps, ironically, in these biblical words:

By their (violent, oppressive) fruits they shall be known.

The priest in Basilio’s town, who appears to be a lovely and compassionate young man, seems to me equally confused and oppressed. Hints of clarity give way to a confused summary:

On the first day of sacrifice, the miners first pray to God [Jesus] in church and then return to the mine to decorate the Devil…

They are doubling their reinforcement. They go back to the mine with double reinforcement.

When I look into their faces…

The priest here gets visually choked up….

I feel we have not yet done what we should have.

Indeed! Nor can the priest acknowledge the relentless oppression that the church and the colonizers have imposed all over the new world(s).

When I look at [these miners] I see Jesus dying again without hope and nobody at their side defending them. Nobody can grasp what they are going through. The lives they have lived.

I feel pronouncements of Christian Liberation Theology coming, or something of that essence, about to arise saying “We must fight the power, the illegitimacy of oppression, the injustice of poverty!�

Instead the priest continues with, at best, limited truth:

What has to change is [their believing] in a God who they fear. Because if not, their God will always be the Tio and not Jesus. In the end they believe in the Tio, but their lives are destroyed.

The poor priest seems to neither recognize nor apologize that this Tio is simply another manifestation of the the same fallen Christian angel—the Devil—that has been imposed on the poor and the mis-treated for two millenium, not to mention on free, scientific thought.

In the priest’s analysis, poverty and degradation remain ignored; free to continue.

Is this a surprise?

I would like to suggest: no. Because when “oppression is legitimized� or “internalized,� it seems the thieves that escape scrutiny in the debate are so often the henchmen of the oppressor, of power: poverty, social injustice, degradation, misogyny, hypocrisy and humiliation, not to mention early death.

The confused priest believes, without a glimpse of irony, that the Indios must come to believe without confusion in the religion that significantly contributed to their colonization in the first place.

Talk about a discord.

And yet, ironically, colonized countries all over the world do believe in Jesus. I have read that Rwanda at the time of the 1994 genocide was the highest per-capita Christian country in sub-Saharan Africa.

Putting aside for a moment after-life salvation, on what legitimate grounds or evidence is devotion to Jesus or Allah or any of our other gods the earthly answer to injustice?

Long live freedom of thought, of hope, of love. Down with oppression, internalized or otherwise.

May the spirit of Steven Biko live on. May the resilience of little Basilio live on. May whatever part of religion that speaks out against social injustice, and will fight for justice, live on. May I learn to love more.

According to the film:

The Bolivian silver mines of the Cerro Rico mountain have been exploited for over 450 years.

It is estimated that over eight million people have died in the mines.

Today over 5000 Indios work in miner-owned cooperatives, in search of any remaining minerals within Cerro Rico.

It is known as “The Mountain That Eats Men.�

There are currently about 800 children working in the tunnels of Cerro Rico.

Chomsky once wrote:

I think it only makes sense to seek out and identify structures of authority, hierarchy, and domination in every aspect of life, and to challenge them; unless a justification for them can be given, they are illegitimate, and should be dismantled, to increase the scope of human freedom.

That includes political power, ownership and management, relations among men and women, parents and children, our control over the fate of future generations (the basic moral imperative behind the environmental movement, in my view), and much else.

Naturally this means a challenge to the huge institutions of coercion and control: the state, the unaccountable private tyrannies that control most of the domestic and international economy, and so on.

What does this mean for me and you?

Of Dreamers and Madfolk

Thursday, December 14th, 2006

I discovered today for the first time, to my good fortune, the writing of Scott Atran, a Professor of Psychology and Anthropology in Michigan. Here’s an excerpt from an interesting article with him in Discover magazine entitled The Surprises of Suicide Terrorism: It’s not a new phenomenon, and natural selection may play a role in producing it.

Although the article is mostly about, as the title states, the role of natural selection in suicide bombers, the portion below is about the evolution of religion. I think you might find it interesting:

DISCOVER: In your book In Gods We Trust, you call religion an evolutionary riddle. Why?

ATRAN: Think about it. All religions require costly sacrifices that have no material rewards. Look at the Egyptian pyramids. Millions of man-hours. For what? To house dead bones?

Or the Cambodian pyramids. Or the Mayan pyramids. Or cathedrals. Or just going to church every Sunday and gesticulating. Or saying a Latin or Hebrew prayer, mumbling what are to many people incoherent words. Stopping whatever you’re doing to bow and scrape.

Then think about the cognitive aspects of it. For example, to take alive for dead and weak for strong. I mean, what creature could possibly survive if it did these kinds of things systematically?

Look at the things that religion is said to do. It is said to relieve people’s anxieties, but it’s also said to increase their anxieties so that elites can use them for political purposes. It’s supposed to be liberating. It’s supposed to encourage creativity. It’s supposed to stop creativity. It’s supposed to explain events that can’t be explained. It’s supposed to prevent people from explaining them. You can find functional explanations, and their contraries, and they’re all true.

DISCOVER: Why then has religion survived in so many cultures?

ATRAN: Because humans are faced with problems they can’t solve. Think about death. Because we have these cognitive abilities to travel in time and to track memory, we are automatically aware of death everywhere. That is a cognitive problem. Death is something that our organism tells us to avoid. So now we seek some kind of a long-term solution. And there is none.

Lucretius and Epicurus thought they could solve this through reason. They said, “Look, what does it matter? We weren’t alive for infinite generations before we were born. It doesn’t bother us. Why should we be worried about the infinite generations that will be after us when we’re gone?”

Well, nobody bought that. The reason that line of reasoning didn’t work is because once you’re alive, you’ve got something that you’re going to lose.

Another problem is deception. Look at society. If you’ve got rocks and stones and pieces of glass and metal before you, and you say, “Oh, that doesn’t exist,” or “That’s not really a piece of metal,” or “That’s not really a tree,” someone will come along and say, “Look, you’re crazy; I can touch it; there’s a piece of metal there; I can show you it’s a piece of metal.”

For commonsense physical events, we have ways of verifying what’s real or not. For moral judgments, we have nothing. If someone says, “Oh, he should be a beggar and he should be a king,” what is there in the world that’s going to convince me this is true? There is nothing. If there is nothing, how are people ever going to get on with one another? Especially non-kin. How are they ever going to build societies, and how are they ever going to trust one another so they won’t defect?

One way that humans seem to have come up with is to invent this minimally counterintuitive world developed by these deities, who are like big brothers who watch over and make sure that there will be no defectors.

Ironically, this reminded me of a poem of thoughts that I just wrote a few days ago about evolution and religion.

OF DREAMERS AND MADFOLK

That some of us dream of a spiritual state
Would that be for Darwin a deluded mistake?
Or if a human believes we are here for a reason
Is that for a scientist reason in treason?

Or is there an advantage to believe we’re designed
Even if there’s no God or intelligent Mind?
Or that thing some describe as Divine consciousness
Or at least an eternally sweet tenderness?

My God how the questions go on without end
What direction they follow well that will depend
On the nature of this and the nature of that
Which also depends on just where you’re at

But to believe that a God is behind where were headin’
Is not by to default to believe Armegeddon
That’s just a story of heaven and hell
When a mysterious longing can work rather well

For the magic of science is the answers it’s seeking
And other dimensions at which it is peeking
But to always need proof is to always have greed
From which clearly science can never be freed

Thus some would say they’re stuck in the matter
Until this is solved the ego gets fatter
Fundamentalists beside them who know every answer
Is this Universe not a mysterious dancer?

Still Darwin’s believing in pushing and shoving
Does not then exclude him from passion and loving
Because humans in fact for all that we do
May know many facts but how many are true?

So if life did arise from matter and time
What evolutionary glitch makes us seek the Divine?
If in fact that silly mistaken mutation
Leads only to war and our own devastation?

Or are we seeking in truth something else?
Like what in the world is the nature of self?
And I’m talking self with a capital S
Which I have yet to witness I humbly confess

Still where did I come from and where am I going?
What is this desire for love in me showing?
That science I swear can’t give me an answer
And saying they have is in some ways a cancer

Like religious fanatics who just won’t admit
That of proof in their pudding there isn’t a bit
Yet many great sages see God everywhere
And many good scientists really do care

Though even the word of God when it’s said
Fills the sharpest of thinkers with terrible dread
So I won’t argue for one or the other
I just want to love every sister and brother

More wide and more deeply let that be my way
With each fading moment to honestly say:
I am bound by the beauty my senses observe
May the Source of that beauty be the God that I serve!

Atran goes on to say:

DISCOVER: Do you think science will ever replace religion?

ATRAN: Never. Because it doesn’t solve any of the problems that religion solves, like death or deception. There is no society that survives more than a generation or two that isn’t religiously based—even the Soviet Union, where half the people were religious. Thomas Jefferson’s unitarian God fell by the wayside. The French Revolution’s neutral deity also fell by the wayside. People want a personal God, for obvious reasons, to solve personal problems.

I think Atran’s point at the end is incredibly important, even if it is for Atran just a passing comment and contained by the limits of science and its methods. For me, personhood actually speaks to us at a depth that can never be extinguished: Relationships are everything, and they are personal.

To see the whole article visit Discover.

Talk to you soon,

Pete x

Uganda Rising—tomorrow!

Tuesday, December 12th, 2006

Final update: Uganda Rising, a film I co-directed (and wrote) with Jesse James Miller, is playing on the 13th (tomorrow).

I clearly know a little more about what’s going on than I did on the last blog about the screening, but not much.

What I now know: I’m not sure if this is the last screening for awhile in Vancouver; I will be in attendance; it will be the version narrated by Kevin Spacey; the cost is by donation and proceeds go to UNICEF; and there will be a Q&A afterwards.

Thanks—even if you can’t come! Pete x

Wednesday, December 13th, 2006
VANCOUVER, BRITISH COLUMBIA
The Ridge Theatre
16th and Arbutus…
@ 7:00 PM