Tuesday, March 19, 2013

Devastating Critique of Islam and Western "Liberal" Apologists for it. "Leaving Islam: Apostates Speak Out" by Ibn Warraq. Book Review


Ibn Warraq's "Leaving Islam: Apostates Speak Out" offers a devastating indictment of Islam. Reading this book could be a life-altering experience for those Muslims who dared to do so. Also condemned: Islam's Western, "liberal" apologists and the dogma of cultural relativism. A woman tortured by the Islamic Republic of Iran, where torture was accompanied by recitations of Koranic verses, a survivor of what he calls Islamic "genocide" in Bangladesh, a woman who despises being forced to wear the veil: all accuse Westerner apologists of betraying Islam's victims and of deserting the true liberal's duty to stand for freedom, peace, and human dignity.

The majority of the authors grew up as Muslims in Muslim countries; a minority are Western converts who abandoned their adopted faith. Authors hail from throughout the Muslim world, including Morocco, Tunisia, Turkey, Iran, Pakistan, India, and Malaysia. These authors were once children who committed the entire Koran to memory. They attended Muslim universities and studied with experts. One man admits that he killed innocent non-Muslims in the name of Islam.

These Muslim-born critics of Islam and Muslim societies offer some of the harshest and most utterly unforgiving criticisms of Islam available. They pull no punches: Islam is why my country is poor, ignorant and corrupt; Islam was the ideology used to justify the genocidal murder of my neighbors; Islam kept me and my fellow women in chains.

The authors make a mockery of the dogma of cultural relativism, so often cited by Western apologists: all cultures are equal; no one culture is any better than any other. We were the ones who suffered under Islam, they shout. You Western "liberals" made excuses for the people who denied us full lives, who tortured us and, once we became apostates, who denied us any life at all. Apostasy is a capital crime in Islam and punishable by death. And you Western "liberals" make excuses for that. You betray your own tradition of freedom and human dignity.

Cultural relativism insists that those who grow up in a culture will be happy with features of that culture that outsiders might criticize, for example, Islam's treatment of women. The pages of this book belie that assertion. These former Muslim authors are outraged by the very same features of Islam that outrage non-Muslims. Specifically, they object to jihad, gender apartheid, Islam's anti-Semitism, xenophobia, and dhimmitude.

They object to the sadistic tortures for unbelievers, both in this life and in the afterlife, outlined in detail in the Koran. In this life, no Muslim should take non-Muslim friends. Rather, non-Muslims should be crucified; their hands and feet should be cut off. In the afterlife, non-Muslims will be dressed in clothing made of fire, they will be dragged into boiling water, they will be hooked on iron rods, and their skin will melt. Their melted skin will be replaced with fresh skin so they can be tortured anew.

This book's authors object to Mohammed's transparent cruelty, narcissism, and megalomania. One former Muslim describes doubt creeping in when he read in the Koran, sura 49, that one must not speak loudly to Mohammed. Would God really command such a trivial thing, a command designed solely to cement Mohammed's superior position? Another asked why Muslims must constantly bless Mohammed, as if he were a deity. Why did God himself pray for Mohammed? Another wondered why God speaks only Arabic.

One former Muslim wondered why God needed women, even if they were alone, to cover themselves before prayer. Several former Muslims report being deeply disturbed by Mohammed's claiming Aisha when she was six years old and he was over fifty. They were troubled by accounts of Mohammed enjoying watching Aisha play with dolls. They recoiled from Mohammed's use of captive women whose menfolk he had just murdered, and his treatment of women as war booty for his troops.

One former Muslim dismisses Edward Said, the Arab author of "Orientalism," a book that descries Western criticism of Islam: Edward Said wrote "nothing to vindicate Islam from the obvious charges against it." Bernard Lewis, a scholar excoriated by Islam apologists, "is a much better guide to Islam than Said," wrote this former Muslim.

The most harrowing account in the book is by a survivor of the Bangladesh War of 1971. The author describes atrocities he witnessed and barely missing his own death. He details how Pakistanis used Islamic concepts as the rationale for their atrocities. Mass murder of Hindus was justifiable, these Pakistanis reasoned, because, by Muslim standards, they were polytheists unworthy of life. Mass rape was similarly justified using Koranic verses and Islamic precedents regarding the treatment of women in war. The attitude of Pakistanis toward their conduct in this ugly war is echoed by Anwar Shaikh, who used his own understanding of Islam to murder innocent Sikhs for no other reason than that they were not Muslims.

Every claim that the book makes is substantiated with extensive quotes from the Koran, hadith, and mainstream Islamic opinion and tradition. Ibn Warraq is contemptuous of attempts to whitewash the meaning of "jihad" and he offers ample support for his position.

In 1987, US President Ronald Reagan uttered a world-changing line, "Tear down this wall!" His reference was to the wall, and to the Soviet system, that kept Eastern Europeans captive. Some brave leader must issue the same challenge to the Muslim world: "Tear down your walls." Eliminate capital punishment for apostates from Islam and critics of it. Allow free debate of Islam. Only then can Muslims know if Islam's 1.6 billion followers follow the faith because they accept, respect, and believe in its teachings, and not because they are afraid of being murdered by their fellow Muslims if they voice one peep of criticism.

Saturday, March 16, 2013

Sacrifice in the Green Briar Review

Sacrifice of Isaac by Caravaggio. Source: Wikipedia 
An essay by me entitled "Sacrifice" appears in the Green Briar Review. You can read the essay here.

Friday, March 15, 2013

Are Protestants Addressing Anti-Catholic Bigotry?

Two lynched Italian immigrants, Florida, 1910
Source: Without Sanctuary Website. This is photo 6

Like many Catholics, I have been chatting on facebook about the elevation of Jorge Bergoglio to the papacy.

Last night, in a friend's discussion thread, I came across numerous posts from one Dan Smith that denigrated Catholics and Catholicism.

I visited Mr. Smith's facebook page, which included a link to an online "sincere question," "I am Catholic. Why should I consider becoming a Christian?" and to a facebook page called "The Voice of Truth" that included posts that equate Catholicism with Satan.

Dan Smith is probably not an influential person. His posts included non-standard spelling, including "vurse" for "verse" and "cathoism" for "Catholicism."

I mention Dan Smith because he is the anti-Catholic bigot I confronted yesterday. I've confronted many more. I've been told I can't be hired as full-time faculty at a "Christian" college because I am Catholic. Interestingly, this same institution hires Catholics as adjuncts. Catholics can influence students at this school; they just cannot enjoy the perquisites of fulltime employment, like health care and a pension.

I've been told that I will go to Hell because I am Catholic, and that God does not hear my prayers because I am Catholic. Recently, after praying for an acquaintance who had received a devastating medical diagnosis, I was told that my Catholic prayers were "idolatrous."

In other words, anti-Catholic bigotry is endemic among Protestants I know.

When I've mentioned anti-Catholic Protestant bigotry to Protestants in the past, they say, "Don't lump all Protestants together." But I've heard this bigotry from Lutherans, Episcopalians, Evangelicals, Baptists, and self-appointed internet freelancers. It runs across the spectrum of Protestant belief.

Above is a very grim photo: two Italian immigrant men who were lynched in Florida in 1910. I include this photo for a couple of reasons. One of my family members was lynched. His crime was being a "little Polak." Anti-Catholic bigotry has a very ugly, murderous history, including the Know Nothings and the KKK.

Question: Are Protestants addressing this at all?

Has there ever been a Protestant version of Nostra Aetate? Has there ever been a Protestant version of John Paul II's 1999-2000 Jubilee Year statements on Memory and Reconciliation, the Church and the Faults of the Past?

There is no Protestant pope, but there are influential Protestant individuals and bodies.

If Protestants have addressed the endemic bigotry against Catholics among them, why has that not trickled down to the Protestants I meet in real life?

I honestly don't know. I'm asking.

I've never experienced anything comparable among Catholics. No Catholic has ever told me that he or she assumes that Protestants are not really Christian, or that they are going to Hell, or that their worship is Satanic.

Mr. Smith's facebook page is here.

Typical Protestant anti-Catholic sites can be found here, here, here, here … there are thousands, perhaps millions more.

Thursday, March 14, 2013

A Small Moment that Touched Me in a Big Way

Norman Rockwell. Source

This morning at a new doctor's office, one I'd never been to before. Arrangements had been made in advance so that this visit would be covered by an independent charity agency for this kind of care. This is all the folks at this office knew about me – that I live in Paterson, a locally notorious, low-income, high-crime city, and that I couldn't pay for their medical services.

Doctor's visit was over and I was being serviced by a technician. Middle-aged white man, very short hair, small, narrow-framed glasses. White shirt. Officious. No bedside manner. No radiation of warmth. The kind of guy who'd be the one we'd want the female lead in a romantic comedy to dump so that she could go off with Brad Pitt or George Clooney or Tom Hanks.

Generic White Tech Guy told me I would need to return in a couple of days to pick something up.

"Is there any way you could mail it to me?" I asked. "I can give you money for postage."

"Is there a problem?" he asked.

"I walked here this morning from Paterson," I said. "It took me three hours."

And a bit of sanity. I walked one road, straight, without turning, from sidewalk drug dealers and garbage avalanches to McMansions and running brooks and nature preserves and private, pine-enshrouded, alpine-architecture academies for Christian students.

Generic White Tech Guy said nothing. Got up. Went into the next room. I listened. Was he calling the charity agency to report that I was too much trouble?

"Billy, is mommy home? How about your older brother? We have a patient here and she needs a ride home."

I can't say here how much that phone call touched me.

There are people like that out there. And moments like that.

Wednesday, March 13, 2013

Synchronicity or Littlewood's Law of Miracles and "Pattern Seeking Behavior"?

Found this photo while doing a google image search of "synchronicity." Source: Working Class Mag
One need not be gorgeous or nude for synchronicity to occur. 
Swiss psychiatrist Carl Jung gave us the word "synchronicity"  source
"Rand" and I had been involved for almost a year. At its best our email exchange was exhilarating, warming, and fun – the one sunny spot in my Cinderella existence as an impoverished adjunct professor. At its worst, our interaction was merely weird, confusing, and, I knew, an immoral Dead End. Rand was a famous married atheist I had never met. I was eager to make a clean break and move on.

Our relationship was conducted via email. My emails to him were composed and sent from my desk in my apartment.

One Saturday morning, with the new determination to make a clean break from Rand, I got up from the desk and walked to the campus where I work.

I went to a computer in the office and went to an internet dating site. I thought, I need to meet someone else. That will make breaking up with "Rand" go down easier.

The very first photo I saw on the dating site was of a pleasant looking man. I thought, him. He can help me forget Rand.

The photo of the pleasant looking man was small. It was a thumbnail. To enlarge it, you clicked on it. I clicked on the photo and enlarged it. In the larger version of the photo I could see that the pleasant looking man was standing next to Rand.

Really.

What are the odds?

Was this mere coincidence? Or was it synchronicity? Swiss psychiatrist Carl Jung invented the word "synchronicity." Here's how Wikipedia defines synchronicity: "the experience of two or more events that are apparently causally unrelated or unlikely to occur together by chance, yet are experienced as occurring together in a meaningful manner."

I told "Rand" about my resolution to forget him, going to a dating site, and clicking on the first picture I saw, only to confront a photo of him. This story freaked Rand out. He was sure it meant something. He pressed hard for us to meet in person.

Rand, of course, in his work as an atheist, "debunks" synchronicity.

He wasn't interested in debunking it when it occurred to him.

***

"Save Send Delete" tells the true story of my yearlong, emailed debate / love affair with a prominent atheist.

He knew how to prove synchronicity to be fallacious: Littlewood's Law of Miracles. So many things happen that it is inevitable that some of the things that happen will appear to be miraculous. Also, humans are pattern seekers. We insist on seeing meaning – pictures of bears and dippers – in random scattering of stars, for example.

Fair enough.

What Littlewood's Law of Miracles does not explain, though, are those moments when the mind is involved – in other words, when what I call "the little voice" – what you may call your inner voice, inner knowing, intuition or sixth sense – is involved. You might just bump into your long lost sweetheart at a party – and Littlewood's Law of Miracles might adequately account for that coincidence. It's just pure chance. But what if before you go to that party, your inner voice tells you that you must attend the party, that you will meet a significant person there?

***

Recently the public radio show "This American Life" broadcast an episode on coincidences entitled "No Coincidence, No Story." The show consists of one beyond-chance event after another.

A man asks a woman to send him a photo of herself. She sends him a photo of herself as a child. Without her realizing that this is the case, the man's grandmother is walking behind her in the photo. The woman is from Utah. The man is from Michigan. The grandmother lived in Florida. The photo was taken in Vancouver. What are the odds?

Many more stories on the "This American Life" website, here

Friday, March 8, 2013

Save Send Delete is "The Best Thing I Have Read on Faith or Lack of Faith in God"

source

"'Save Send Delete' is the best thing I have read regarding faith or lack of faith in God."

Very touched and grateful for the latest Amazon review from Nachman Rosenberg. Full text, below.

"When I picked the book up I could not put it down. This is a truly remarkable work - one side of a dialogue that debates the existence of God, and veers off into other very personal matters. The literary device of presenting one side of a dialogue, along with thoughts not conveyed in the form of deleted messages, was very interesting and challenging. I enjoyed the exercise.

I am so impressed - with the scope and depth of Goska's knowledge; with her insight and understanding of human nature; with her ability to craft a compelling line of persuasive argument; with her explanation and inversion of arguments that to me seemed compelling in support of lack of faith; and with her ability to put it into an understandable form.

'Save Send Delete' was the best thing I have read regarding faith or lack of faith in God. It gave me quite a few things to think about."

Link to the above review on Amazon here.

Thursday, March 7, 2013

Is This Racist? Could You Be Convinced It Is Racist? Would You Say It Was Racist to Gain Approval from Your Teacher? "Song of the South"

Norman Rockwell's Depiction of Uncle Remus
Br'er Rabbit and Uncle Remus from the 1946 Disney film "Song of the South" 
If the above images of Uncle Remus are racist, why isn't this image of Fifty Cent racist? Explain please. 

You are in a college classroom. The professor tells you that she is about to show you a film clip. After you finish viewing it, she wants you to write two paragraphs. The first paragraph will record the objective facts of what you just saw: the who, what, when, where, why, and how. The second paragraph will record your feelings about what you saw.

Something about the professor's attitude has you a bit scared. There is tension in the dark classroom. You are anxious. What are you about to see?

In fact, though, the film clip turns out to contain no sex or violence or sedition. It's a clip from a 1940's Disney film. It's set in the South, probably sometime in the late nineteenth century. A very cute little boy is running away from home. He happens across an elderly black man who takes the boy to his cabin and tells him a story about Br'er Rabbit. Br'er Rabbit runs away from home and almost falls into the clutches of Br'er Fox, but, through his wits, manages to escape at the last minute. The fable warns the boy that running away from home won't solve his problems. The old man sings a peppy song, "Zip a dee doo dah." The boy is delighted.

The film clip ends. The screen goes up; the classroom lights come back on.

You breathe a sigh of relief. That was a simple enough film clip. Nothing scary. It's easy enough to write up the two paragraphs. You liked the sweetness and sentimentality of the film, and think that it would be good for small children, but it's not your cup of tea.

The teacher tells students to put down their pens. She asks for student reactions.

Explosion.

An African American student is outraged. She hasn't spoken much all semester. Today she speaks rapidly, angrily and loudly. The film is racist, insulting and demeaning. It is part of white supremacy. Just watching the clip has poisoned the whole class.

The student holds her hand to her chest. She had been shy for most of the semester. Speaking has obviously cost her some effort. She glares at the class. Who will support her? Who will dare to disagree and support this racist film? Who are the racists in class? Her eyes seem to defy anyone to disagree.

A white student, an outspoken feminist and English major, joins in. She's heard about this evil film and denounces it roundly. "Disney banned 'Song of the South'!" She shouts. Not really. Disney has not released it on DVD. You can watch the film on youtube.

You were going to raise your hand and contribute to the discussion, but now you are nervous. "What's wrong with me?" you think. "Why didn't I realize that I was watching an evil film?" You shrug and wait for the discussion to boil over.

Some students, obviously flabbergasted, look to the teacher. What is the approved reaction? What reaction will earn the highest grade?

***

I've been showing this same clip from Walt Disney's 1946 film "Song of the South" for some years now.

Two aspects of this oft-repeated scenario frighten and educate me.

One: Many students don't know the difference between thoughts and feelings. Students produce meaningless sentences like: "I feel that this is good for children." "I think that I enjoyed this."

What's more troubling – much more troubling – the students who react most vehemently to "Song of the South" often can't describe the objective facts of what they saw.

Really. They cannot tell you what they saw. They cannot tell you what Disney put on the screen.

What can they say? "I am outraged. That is racist. I've been victimized. That is racist. I'm very hurt. That is racist."

"What? Tell me, what specific feature of 'Song of the South' is racist?"

"It's racist, I'm telling you. Don't tell me you like that movie. It's racist."

"What? What aspect of the film is racist?"

"It's racist! I'm hurt!"

"Okay. I get it that you are hurt. That's subjective. That's emotions. It's good that you can report that. Let's turn to the objective, to consensus reality. What specific aspect of the film is racist to you? Is it that Uncle Remus speaks in a Southern black dialect? Is it that he is wearing shabby clothes? What specific feature strikes you as racist, and why?"

"You are white! You cannot know how much that film hurts me! It's racist and we should not watch it!" I've had the conversation, described above.

I want to change it. I don't want to make students who don't like "Song of the South" like it. I want students, all students, to know how to differentiate thoughts from feelings. I want students to be able to say, with specificity, what feature of a work of art makes it a racist work of art, and why. I don't want anyone to use a sense of victimization as a weapon to intimidate, bully and silence others. "I am hurt and my people have been hurt; therefore, you must agree with me." That approach denigrates and circumvents thought, scholarship, and why we have college classrooms in the first place.

I fear, though, that previous teachers have rewarded students for that stance of public outrage. Whipping up outrage is a practice of political agitators; it is not the best strategy for real teachers. Too many teachers today are eager to whip up outrage, and resist actually supplying students with problem-solving skills.

Two: Students can be intimidated into saying what appears to be the most politically advantageous thing.

My students write down their reaction to "Song of the South" before they know what other students will say. The vast majority of students – over ninety percent – report that the film is a sentimental tale for children, a typical Disney cartoon. Only about ten percent, in their written work, allege that the film is racist.

When classroom discussion begins, those who object to "Song of the South" are often the most vocal. The majority of students who found the film sweet and old fashioned often look confused. Were we supposed to find this film racist?

I strive to remain neutral. When the students who object to the film speak, I write their points on the blackboard. It's frightening and depressing to me to view the facial expressions of many, but not all, of the students who liked the film. Some of them appear to be deciding that they, too, will find the film racist – not because they really believe that it is, but because that is the politically advantageous stance to take.

I fear that if I took a strong stance that "Song of the South" is a racist film, some students might parrot that stance – not because they really believe it, but because the teacher says so.

***

Me? I see both sides. I see why some object to "Song of the South." I see why others embrace it. I strive to present both sides to my students.

BUT the important thing is this – however students feel about "Song of the South," the best teachers, and the best education, will not indoctrinate them into parroting the teacher's stance. It will not browbeat them and bully them with others' suffering to adopt an opinion that is not their own.

Rather, the best teachers, and the best education will encourage students to separate facts from feelings. The best teachers, and the best education, will equip students to make their point using objective facts.

Good Soldier Svejk. Drunk, unshaven, sloppy, in jail, and singing a bawdy song.
I'm not black. I'm Slovak. We are also the oppressed. I told my students, who have never heard of Slovakia, that, historically, Slovaks have been peasants who are invaded and massacred and oppressed. I told them about Lidice, a village the Nazis wiped out. I told them about Soviet tanks rolling in to crush Prague Spring.

I told my students that we greatly admire a folk hero named Good Soldier Svejk. Svejk is fat, unshaven, and a slob. He gets drunk and behaves stupidly. And he is our hero.

Why?

My students totally understand. Of course people who are oppressed and massacred would want a hero who is a Wise Fool, a man who keeps his head down and displays his intelligence in ways that appear foolish, a charming subversive.

Can you understand, then, I ask, why Uncle Remus is a Wise Fool? And why some might admire him, even though his clothes are shabby and he does not speak Standard English?

Hmmm … maybe.

***

A couple of good scholarly articles about Joel Chandler Harris and Uncle Remus:

"The Ultimate Irrelevance of Race: Joel Chandler Harris and Uncle Remus in Their Times" by Wayne Mixon, here.

"Black Father: The Subversive Achievement of Joel Chandler Harris" by Robert Cochran, here.



Uncle Remus telling one of his stories.