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IN DEFENCE OF FREEDOM: Right or Desire?

Respect for rules of conduct has been lost in the deafening and essentially empty human rights talk of our age. Following a rule of good manners may mean doing something you do not want to do, and the weird rhetoric of our self-indulgent age resists the idea that we have such things as obligations to others. We suffer from what has been described as the elevation of self-expression over self-control. So when a black student in the USA was disciplined in 1996 for wearing pants that drooped (exposing his underwear), a style known as ‘sagging’, not only did he claim a right to wear what he liked, but some community leaders hinted at racism, on the theory that many young African American males dress this way. The fact that the style is copied from prison garb, which lacks a belt, evidently makes no impression on these particular defenders of the race.

For many of us, when were children, had our school sought to discipline us, our parents would have assumed the school had good reason. And they probably would have punished us further at home. Unlike many of today’s parents, they would not have begun by challenging the teacher or principal who thought I had done wrong. To the student of civility, the relevant difference between that era and the present is the collapse of trust, particularly trust in strangers and in institutions. Our parents would have trusted the school’s judgement – and thus trusted the school to punish us appropriately – but trust of that kind has largely dissolved. Trust (along with generosity) is at the heart of civility. But cynicism has replaced the healthier emotion of trust. Cynicism is the enemy of civility: it suggests a deep distrust of the motives of our fellow passengers, on trusting others even when there is risk. And so, because we no longer trust each other, we place our trust in the vague and conversation-stifling language of ‘rights’ instead.

Consider again the boy with the droopy pants. To talk about wearing a particular set of clothes as a ‘right’ is demeaning to the bloody struggles for such basic rights as the vote and an unsegregated education. But the illusion that all desires are rights continues its insidious spread. At about the same time, a fired waitress at a restaurant not far from Yale, where a friend of mine studied, announced a ‘right’ to pierce her face with as many studs and rings as she wishes. And, not long ago, a television program featured an interview with a woman who insisted on the ‘right’ to be as fat as she likes. Rights that are purchased at relatively low cost stand a fair chance of being abused, simply because there is no history behind them, and thus little pressure to use them responsibly – in short, because nobody knows why the right exists. But even a right that possesses a grimly instructive history – a right like freedom of speech – may fall subject to abuse when we forget where it came from.

This proposition helps explain Cohen v. California,  a 1971 decision in which the Supreme Court overturned the conviction of a young man who wore on his jacket the benign legend FUCK THE DRAFT. The case arose as the public language grew vulgar. The 19th and and early 20th centuries offered a tradition of public insults that were witty, pointed, pointed, occasionally cruel, but not obscene or particularly offensive. Politicians and other public figures competed to demonstrate their cleverness in repartee. For example, if I was to explain the difference between a misfortune and a calamity, I would explain it thus: “If Dr. Alfred Mutua fell into an especially deep part of the Indian Ocean, that would be a misfortune. And if anyone pulled him out, that would be a calamity.” Nowadays the tradition of barbed wit has given way to a witless barbarism, our lazier conversational habit of reaching for the first bit of profanity that comes to mind. The restraint and forethought that are necessary to be clever, even in insult, are what a sacrificed civility demands. When we are lazy about our words, we tell those at whom our vulgarity is directed that they are not worth the effort of stopping to think how best to insult them; we prefer, animal-like, to make the first sound that comes to mind.

In Cohen v. California, the justices were unfortunately correct that what the dissenters called ‘Cohen’s absurd and immature antic’ was protected by the freedom of speech. But it is important to add that when the framers of the constitution envisioned the rough and tumble world of public argument, they almost certainly imagined heated disagreements against a background of broadly shared values; certainly that was the model offered by John Locke, by then a kind of political hero, and whose work I studied at law school. It is unlikely that the framers imagined a world in which I might feel (morally) free to say the first thing that came into my head. I do think Cohen was rightly decided, but the danger deserves emphasis: when offensiveness becomes a constitutional right, it is a right without any tradition behind it, and consequently we have no norms to govern its use.

Many people have spoken of trashy Kenyan radio programmes as being protected under the right to free speech and/or self expression. Prostitutes demand their right to be treated as any other workers helping to build the Kenyan economy. The Gay and Lesbian community (whatever that means) demand the right not to be discriminated against or harassed,  and to be recognized. ( Again, whatever that means.) I ask thus: Are these rights, or are these merely desires? Why do I find it hard to be convinced that when Dedan Kimathi and the Mau Mau were in the forests fighting for our rights and freedoms, they had in mind such freedoms as the right to air offensively sexual and morally corrupting material on radio? Why does it seem absurd to me that the Kalenjin, the Bukusu, and Mekatilili wa Menza and her people, while fighting for our sovereignity had foremost at their thoughts the right of prostitutes to be respected, and the right of homosexuals to marry, or congregate, or for that matter had in mind any so called ‘rights’ of the above mentioned groups? I ask, are these really rights, or they are just desires? I ask also, are human rights self-evident, or must they be enshrined in a legal document that is a source of law, such as our Constitution?

Consider once more the fired waitress. I do not deny that the piercing of one’s body conveys, in many cultures, information of great significance. But in America, they have no tradition to serve as a guide. No elder stands behind their young to say, “Folks have fought and died for your right to pierce your face, so do it right.”, no community exists that can model for a young person the responsible use of the ‘right’; for the right, even if called self-expression, comes from no source other than desire. If we fail to distinguish desire from right, we will not understand that rights are sensible and wise only within particular contexts that give them meaning. The Constitution protects a variety of rights, but our moral norms provide the discipline in their exercise. Sometimes what the moral norm of civility demands is that we restrain our self-expression for the sake of our community. That is why Isaac Peebles in the nineteenth century thought it wrong for people to sing during a train ride; and why it is wrong to race our cars through the streets, stereos cranked high enough to be sure that everyone we pass has the opportunity to enjoy the music we happen to like; and why it was wrong for Cohen to wear his jacket, and why it is wrong for racists to burn crosses (another harmful act of self-expression that the American courts have protected under the First Amendment). That is also why it is wrong for Maina Kageni and his cohorts to broadcast lewd sexually explicit radio programmes, like they do, early in the morning or in the middle of the day.  It is also why it is wrong for a man to kiss another man or make out with him in public in Kenya, and why it is wrong for gay couples to be allowed to marry in a country such as ours. And it is why a waitress who encounters the dining public every day in her work must consider the interest of that public as she mulls the proper form of self-expression.

Consequently, our celebration of Maina Kageni, Kingangi, Ciku, Shaffie and other heroes of ‘shock radio’ might be evidence of a certain loss of moral focus. The proposition that all speech must be protected should not be confused with the very different proposition that all speech must be celebrated. When radio station WABC in New York dismissed a popular talk show host, Bob Grant, who refused to stop making racist remarks on the air, some of his colleagues complained that he was being censored. Lost in the brouhaha was the simple fact that Grant’s comments and conduct were reprehensible, and that his abuse of our precious freedoms was nothing to be celebrated.

The point is not that we should rule the offensive illegal, which is why the courts are correct to strike down efforts to regulate speech that some people do not like, and even most speech that hurts; the advantages of yielding to the government so much power over what we say have never been shown to outweigh the dangers. Yet we should recognise the terrible damage that free speech can do if people are unwilling to adhere to the basic precept of civility, that we must sometimes rein in our own impulses – including our impulses to speak hurtful words – for the sake of those who are making the democratic journey with us. The Proverb tells us. “Death and life are in the power of the tongue.” (Proverbs 18:21). The implication is that the choice of how to use the tongue, for good or for evil, is ours.

Words are magic. We conjure with them. We send messages, we paint images. With words we report the news, profess undying love, and preserve our religious traditions. Words at their best are the tools of morality, of progress, of hope. But words at their worst can wound. And wounds fester. Consequently, the way we use words matters. This explains why many traditional rules of etiquette, from Erasmus’s handbook in the sixteenth century to the explosion of guides to good manners during the Victorian era, were designed to govern how words – those marvelous, dangerous words – should be used. Even the controversial limits on sexual harassment and ‘hate speech’ that have sprouted in our era, limits that often carry the force of law, are really just more rules of civility, more efforts, in a morally bereft age, to encourage us to discipline our desires.

My point is not to tell us how to speak. My point is to argue that how we speak is simply one point on a continuum of right and wrong ways to treat one another. And how we treat one another is what civility is about.

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THE CASE AGAINST DARWINIAN EVOLUTION – From a mathematician’s point of view

“What do they have you doing in something like this?” He asked.

“There’s never been something like this. Previously, in a crisis response, I’ve had two roles. Probability analysis – such as reviewing a planned response to a terrorist event that’s still under way and developing a best guess report on the likelihood that the proposed response would work as intended, work at all, or exacerbate the crisis. And pattern recognition in apparent chaos.”

“When a scientist tells you that ‘the science is settled’ in regard to any subject, he’s ceased to be a scientist, and he’s become an evangelist for one cult or another. The entire history of science is that nothing in science is ever settled. New discoveries are constantly made and they upend old certainties.”

“Isn’t that obvious?” She asked.

“Most people tend to believe that the scientific theories of their time are the right ones, and that what remains for scientists to do is find ways to develop wondrous new technologies from their absolute understanding of nature’s laws, structures, and mechanisms. Even many scientists succumb to the illusion that they live in the age of ultimate enlightenment. They become so committed to a theory that they spend entire careers ever more desperately defending it as new discoveries even more rapidly undermine it. Aristotle’s theory that the universe was not created in a singular event, that it had eternally existed, was the unanimous scientific view for twenty three hundred years. The in the early 1950s, we discovered the universe is expanding, driven ever outward by the force of the big bang that created it. What was known for twenty-three hundred years was wrong. Even in the latter part of the 19th century, it was believed that living organisms could spontaneously generate from inert matter – insects from rotting vegetables or dung, for example. How ludicrous that sounds now. And much of what we believe we now know will appear equally ludicrous in a hundred or two hundred years.”

“So if this signals the end of one thing and the beginning of another,” he asked, “what’s ending?”

“Darwinian evolution.”

“But that’s been proven. The fossil record.”

“There isn’t one,” he answered. “Darwin knew it. He accounted for it by saying paleontologists hadn’t yet looked in the right places. He predicted that in a hundred years, they would have found thousands of the dead-end versions of species against which nature selected. More than a hundred fifty years later, not one has been found.”

“But evolution itself, a species adapting to its environment, changing over time – there’s a fossil record in a couple of cases. At least with the horse, the whale.”

He shook his head. “They say – here are fossils showing the horse in stages of its evolution. But they’re only assuming the fossils are related. These fossils may more likely be of different species instead of stages of the same one. They prove nothing. The other species became extinct. The horse didn’t. And the assumption that those fossils are arranged in the correct order, showing progression in certain features can’t be supported with evidence. Neither carbon dating nor any method of fixing the period of a fossil is precise enough to support that arranged order. Again’ they’ve been assumed to belong in that order, but mere assumptions do not qualify as science. Understand, I’m not making a case for God.”

“Then what are you making a case for?” He asked.

“I believe what I believe about God,” he answered, “but that has nothing to do with my opinion here. Darwinian evolution offends me simply as a mathematician, as it does virtually every mathematician who has ever seriously thought about it.”

“Just remember,” he said, ” we’re not mathematicians.”

“I’ll keep it simple. The tiniest measure of time isn’t the seconds shown on a clock face. The smallest measure of time is how long a ray of light takes, traveling at the speed of light, to cross the smallest distance on the molecular level of the universe. For argument’s sake, let’s just say it’s a millionth of a second. The Earth is four billion years old. If you multiply four billion by the number of millionths of a second in a single year, you get a staggeringly large figure, arguably greater than the number of grains of sand on all the beaches around the Pacific Ocean.”

“With you so far.”

“Now think about the complexity of a single gene. It contains so many features – thousands of bits of data – each of which had to be acquired by mutation. But the tiniest worm on Earth could not have evolved from a one-cell organism in four billion years even if there had been a mutation in every one of those millionths of a second.”

Playing devil’s advocate, she said “Maybe Earth is older than we think.”

“It isn’t older by much. By observing and measuring the rate of the universe’s expansion and calculating backward to the big bang, we can date Earth’s creation in the process. The entire universe is only twenty billion years old. So let’s be irrational and say Earth was formed an instant after the big bang, though it couldn’t have been. That doesn’t help our little worm. There still wouldn’t be enough time in twenty billion years for him to evolve from a single-cell organism at the rate of one mutation per millionth of a second.”

Amazed, he said, “So it’s not exactly a closed case.”

“It’s why evolutionists hate mathematicians. Here’s another thing to think about. The minimal number of genes required to support cell function and reproduction in the simplest form of life is two hundred fifty-six. Our little worm may have a couple of thousand. It’s estimated that the human genome contains anywhere from thirty thousand to a hundred fifty thousand genes. If the worm couldn’t have evolved during the entire existence of the universe, how many hundreds of billions of more years would have been required for us to evolve?”


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BOTH SOMEBODY AND A SCIENTIST: Chaos Theory

“Do you know who Isaac Newton Was?”

“A scientist or somebody.”

“Both somebody and a scientist. For centuries, Newtonian physics gave science the tools it needed to build the modern world. Newton’s theories and methods still work, but we now know that many of them are incomplete or even wrong.”

“How can they work if they’re wrong?”

“It has to do with reductionist observation and the power of approximation in the reliability of short-term effect.”

“Well, of course,”

“Einstein destroyed Newton’s illusion of absolute space and time. Quantum theory put an end to the notion of a controllable measurement process.”

“How many beers have you had?”

“This all relates to something good that’s soon going to happen to you. You know Galileo?”

“Not personally.”

“Galileo was a great scientist, too, and one of his theories related to the oscillation of a pendulum – that its period remains independent of its amplitude – is still taught in most high school physics classes more than three hundred years later. But it’s wrong.”

“I’ll bet you know what’s wrong with it,”

“Everyone doing physics for the last thirty years knows it’s wrong, but it’s taught anyway. Galileo used linear equations. But turbulence is present in the system, so it requires a nonlinear approach. Chaos. Underlying even the simple system of a pendulum is chaos, potential for complex and unexpected behaviour. Now, I’m going to give you something.”

“What I need are the magic words that will make her forgive me.”

“Life can sometimes seem hopelessly complex, unpredictable, chaotic. Then a strange order makes itself known. You tell her what you’ve done and what I’ve done, so she’ll know there’s order in the chaos. But first, cash these and take the money home to her.”

From a pocket of his white sport coat, he extracted seventeen chips worth seventeen thousand dollars and put them on the bar.