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Sunday, October 7, 2007
Current Affairs ... History ...

Just a quick thought or two on the Blackwater controversy. If I heard the story correctly, the US government is using a private security force in Iraq called Blackwater to help out with various tasks like getting our bureaucrats safely from one place to another. You might think at first that a private security force is like any other guard service that protects old factories and warehouses. E.g., college students and old guys armed with portable timeclocks, as to make sure they walk around and don’t just stay in the shack and sleep. But no, this Blackwater group is made up of tough guys with pretty much the same weapons, training and tactics as our Army. And they haven’t been afraid to pull the triggers on their M-1’s when something doesn’t look right. The Iraqi government claims that they’ve mowed down too many innocent civilians.

(For any of you fans of the late, great Jericho TV show, you remember Ravenwood – yep, based on Blackwater.)

So why is our government using Blackwater to do what it’s own Army could and should do? Obviously because our own Army is overstretched. Without going back to drafting 18 year olds, our Army doesn’t have enough people to maintain the “surge” in Iraq and cover all of our other commitments, in addition to mundane things like training and such.

I’m a fan of Roman Empire comparisons, and this brings one up. In the final century of the western empire, the Legions could not raise enough volunteers from the Roman citizenry. They were too spoiled back in Italy, and the provincials weren’t in any great mood to fight anymore either. So, the Romans started hiring mercenary armies, made up of the barbarians who might otherwise attack them. OK, so this isn’t exactly Blackwater, which I believe is still made up mostly of red-blooded American citizens. But who knows what is next. Blackwater seems to me like one more step in the decline of the American Empire. And despite my liberal tendencies, I don’t say that with any great glee.

But wait – you might say that this arrangement smacks of Thomas More rather than Fitzgibbons. Recall that in More’s Utopia, the Utopians hired mercenaries to do their dirtywork overseas. They were barbarians called the Vanellians, who loved to fight. This made them dangerous to the world, so they might as well be employed in a way that thins their ranks. More seemed to think this was a rather good arrangement. But Utopias never seem to work in reality, and I have my doubts whether the Blackwater thing with our modern American Utopia is any good, either.

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Saturday, September 29, 2007
History ...

I didn’t have any major thoughts this past week, so all I’m going to do right now is to refer you to an interesting article by Prof. J. Rufus Fears entitled “The Lessons of the Roman Empire for America Today”. Here’s what I get from the good professor: America today is on the edge of converting from a national republic to a world empire, just as the Julius Caesar led the Romans in transitioning from republic to empire in the century before Jesus. Modern America is not yet locked in on that course, we haven’t gone beyond the turnaround point yet — but it’s probably going to happen, like it or not. Big business in America is now very international. Other than the corner laundromat, no real business today can survive on domestic production and consumption alone. So, big business will demand an international empire to protect its international interests. And big business has the $$ to control politics no matter what the common folk might want, as proven by the history of health care reform in America.

That’s going to mean an increasingly strong presidency and an increasingly weak Congress. And indeed, that’s already in the works. The President is well on his or her way to becoming Emperor. Bush has taken it pretty far in his 7 years, but just about every president since Franklin Roosevelt has expanded the power of the presidency. And Congress is clearly going the route of the Roman Senate, becoming mostly an ineffectual figurehead institution. The Supreme Court will be tolerated, more or less; but because its members are handpicked by the President (and rubber-stamped by a subservient Congress), it won’t do anything kooky.

As to our doings in the Middle East: Professor Fears calls the Middle East the graveyard of empires. After reviewing the history of the many ancient empires that got involved in the Middle East,  »  continue reading …

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Monday, September 3, 2007
Current Affairs ... Foreign Relations/World Affairs ... History ...

I just read a short note about the Crusades and the medieval legend of Prester John, and it reminded me of the Bush Administration’s policy towards the Middle East. For those of you like myself who aren’t history majors, Prester John was a mythical character that arose in the 12th Century, when the pope and the kings in Europe were sending hoards of armed peasants to deal with those Muslim Turks and Arabs who had overrun the Holy Lands. These were the Crusades. Overall, they weren’t going quite as well as had been hoped. The Christian soldiers would take Jerusalem, Antioch, Damascus, Edessa and other places in the Levant, but they couldn’t hold them for more than a few decades.

The First Crusade delivered some shock-and-awe, for a time; but by 1187 the Saracens had retaken Jerusalem. And yet, for another hundred years or so, the Christians just kept coming (and mostly didn’t get very far). The western kings and popes more-or-less knew that they were operating well beyond their logistical and political range. They needed a powerful friend in the East, and so they invented an imaginary one – Prester John. PJ (as we might call him today) was allegedly the king of a powerful pro-Christian state somewhere around India. PJ wanted to kick the Saracens out himself, and allegedly wanted to launch his own Crusades. Before long, letters seemingly sent by PJ started arriving in Rome and Paris and Venice.

Well, obviously this was just what the kings and bishops in France and Italy and Germany wanted to hear! Their Middle-Eastern blunders were going to be shored up just as soon as the western Christians could hook up with PJ’s troops. They finally had a guy who knew how to operate in western Asia. Everything was going to be OK.

Except that Prester John was just a hoax, fed by a whole lot of political wishful thinking and a bunch of jokesters who got a laugh out of writing phony letters and seeing the big guns take them seriously. The Prester John rumor allowed the kings and popes to keep on spilling blood in the Middle East, long after the nobles should have cut their losses and the peasants should have revolted. The Crusades didn’t finally end until around 1290 or so.

Funny how Middle-Eastern history repeats itself. Instead of the cause of Christendom, our present day Prester John’s are based on the noble concept of ‘democracy’. Our government keeps saying that we’ve found allies in the march for democracy (shall we say “crusade for democracy”?). In Iraq there was Chalabi and now there’s Maliki. In Afghanistan we have Karzai. These fellows are a bit more real than Prester John, but not by much. Democracy is an arguably meritorious idea and ideal, but it’s mainly being used by the Bush Administration to prop up a bad idea. America can’t build good government in Iraq or Afghanistan (or Saudi Arabia and Egypt, for that matter) any better than the popes and kings could maintain Crusader states, or the Roman Emperors maintain Babylonian proconsulates. It’s a great idea, a necessary idea, an idea that could defuse the threat of jihadist terrorism — but it’s an idea that will ultimately have to germinate and flower on its own.

Unfortunately, our present day equivalents to the popes and kings have not done the one thing that our own Western Empire can do to insulate itself from the harsh and bloody politics of the Middle East – and that is to use our powerful technology to put an end to the hydrocarbon energy economy. It would not be easy or cheap. But sending and maintaining permanent armies in Afghanistan and Iraq isn’t cheap either. Not to mention all the tax money now spent on homeland security. And heaven forbid what happens once we start mixing it up with Iran.

We should have started the energy independence “crusade” way back in 1980, after we had two economic warnings about our over-dependence on Middle-Eastern oil. But no, Ronald Reagan convinced us that everything was just fine, oil prices dropped, alternative energy research money was re-targeted to support tax cuts, and the party was on. We got another big warning on September 11, 2001. And yet — here we are, six years later, still driving big SUV’s and building huge energy-hog houses and rearranging the geography of our homes and our jobs and our shopping places so that we have no alternatives to automotive transport.

Oh well. Onward Christian soldiers! American Prosperity, like Prester John, will make everything OK . . .

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Sunday, August 26, 2007
History ... Photo ...

Here’s an interesting photo that my late uncle took at the 1939 World’s Fair in New York (the shot was actually taken in 1940). It shows the League of Nations pavilion, a rather serious, substantial looking affair. The League is putting on a good face, but in reality is powerless at this point (and had been for quite a while). The bullets were already flying in Europe and Asia, and the second world war was gaining unstoppable momentum. My uncle was 15 at the time. In four years, the USA would send him and his older brother to serve its Navy in the Philippines. Luckily and thankfully, they would both come back unscathed and would share in the suburban prosperity of the 1950s and 1960s.

As to the League … it went out of business not long after this picture was taken. But after the war, it was more-or-less reincarnated as the United Nations. And unlike the League, the UN was taken seriously for awhile. But it’s fallen on hard times in a world of global warming and terrorism and sectarian conflict. The dream of world unity will have to wait for another era.

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Monday, July 23, 2007
History ... Society ...

About a week ago, my cousin and I got together to visit the old industrial neighborhood where our grandparents lived after coming over from Poland in 1912 (i.e., the Dundee section of Passaic). We brought our cameras and did some photography, as the place has just a bit more character than your typical modern suburb. It was a hot, humid afternoon, so we didn’t stay too long. We got some interesting pictures and got out, luckily unscathed (the area is still a low-income immigrant neighborhood, now hosting Mexicans and other Latinos; although most of them are good, hard-working people, there is some crime, and even some street-gang activity has been reported).

A few days later, we swapped a handful of e-mails about some family history questions that came up during our little walkabout. My cousin’s mother had worked in one of the big textile mills in Dundee, a factory called Forstmann. We both wondered where those mills were. My cousin vaguely remembered that they had been torn down, maybe in the early 1960s (one of the other big woolen mills, Gera, had survived until the huge 1985 fire that took down a huge chunk of the old Dundee factories; the other big mill, Botany, survives to this day, although being used for other things). But other than that, we were stumped. So, it was time for a bit of Googling. In went the key words “Forstmann” and “Passaic” (or “Dundee”, as an alternate). And surprisingly, out came a lot of interesting information.

It turns out that Forstmann has a significant place in the history of the American industrial labor movement. In 1926, the management of Botany and Forstmann decided  »  continue reading …

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Monday, May 14, 2007
Art & Entertainment ... History ... Spirituality ...

Do you remember Steppenwolfe? The rock band, that is? I do. But to be honest, I wasn’t much of a fan of theirs. I didn’t like the name, didn’t like the music, didn’t like the concept; a bit too primal for me (although I guess that’s what rock is supposed to be). And I especially didn’t like the nasty looking beast with the long teeth on the cover of their albums. (Footnote — they were originally called “The Sparrows” — but who would take seriously a song from The Sparrows entitled “Born to Be Wild”?)

Well, I was reminded of Steppenwolfe the other day while reading a short article about the Vikings and their metaphysical beliefs (not the NFL team from Minnesota — their metaphysical beliefs are no doubt mostly financial in nature). The ancient Norsemen did indeed believe in an afterlife, and your status in that afterlife depended on how tough you were here on earth. That’s not too surprising. If you were a brave and valiant warrior here on earth, you’d go to the best place in heaven, a place called “Valhalla”. Notice the word within that word: Val – HALL – a. (Only the tough guys went to Valhalla; dweebs like me got put off on some ice-covered island out near the celestial Arctic Circle, something like Spitsbergen.) The Vikings literally saw heaven as a great big banquet hall. A place where the great warriors would gather with their valiant king in a continuous eating and drinking festival. There might even be some bawdy women there too. All kinds of action up there in that great hall in the sky. Sounds like a place that a wolf could appreciate.

And actually, that was part of the legend. The great legendary king of Valhalla (I forgot his name) was fond of saying that “the wolf is watching the hall”. Just because someone got to heaven doesn’t mean that their days of war are over. Not for the Vikings! A great battle between the primal forces of nature, represented by some big wolves, and the men of the hall, was yet to come, according to the Nordic mythology. And it wasn’t gonna be a little scuffle either. Men were going to get killed – once again! Dang those Vikings; even heaven for them was a place of great battles and bloody death.

That’s what the whole Steppenwolfe concept seemed to be about (to me, anyway). Thus, I was relieved the day that I was in some record aisle of some department store, and I saw the cover of Steppenwolfe’s break-up album, “Rest In Peace” It showed a gravestone saying “Steppenwolfe, 1967 – 1972”, with a little picture of that toothy wolf on it. The wolf was dead now; it wouldn’t menace us any more. (Actually, Steppenwolfe did come back together, but it wasn’t the same wolf anymore. No one took them or their albums seriously at that point.)

But if the Vikings were right, Steppenwolfe is still out there, lying in wait in the snows outside that great party hall way up in the sky. Yes, one can almost hear “Magic Carpet Ride” playing as burly warriors feast on sides of beef and mutton, brandishing huge pewter mugs of ale . . . . arg, greasy meat, sweaty guys with horned helmets, and early 1970’s rock. If there is an afterlife, I sure hope to avoid that part of it!

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Friday, March 10, 2006
Art & Entertainment ... History ...

I don’t have any grand themes in mind tonight, so I’m just babble a few words about two disjointed topics. Earlier in the day I wrote these topics down, hoping to derive something meaningful to say about them. Unfortunately, I never found that meaning. But for lack of anything more meaningful, I’ll say something about them anyway.

1.) Jerry Lewis (the entertainer). I could never relate to his slapstick humor. Nor to his one-time buddy Dean Martin (although Mr. Lewis’ routines were a bit more palatable when played against a straight-man like Dino). Nor to the Telethons. I agree with the critics who say that Jerry Lewis degraded people with MD in order to raise funds for them. Whatever good the money that he raised did for people with MD was probably weighed off by the bad that he did for their self-image. The way that Mr. Lewis portrayed them and the public images that he created (MD victims as pathetic cripples) probably prevented some from getting jobs and being active in the world.

Mr. Lewis has had a bumpy life. He grew up in and around Newark, New Jersey (pretty near my part of the world) and flunked out of Irvington High School back in the early 40’s. He tried to commit suicide about 15 years ago. He had a heart attack that almost killed him. He nearly crippled himself in a backflip on stage in Las Vegas. Some guy was stalking him for a few years (can’t imagine what that guy was thinking . . . . ). His son had a pop band that put out a hit single called “Everybody Loves A Clown (So Why Don’t You)”. I guess it wasn’t easy being Jerry Lewis’s child. Mr. Lewis did have his “social concern” years in the 70s, during and after the Vietnam War. But one result of his “blue period” was a strange movie made in 1972 where Mr. Lewis plays a clown in Nazi Germany who dies in a gas chamber with a group of concentration camp children. Not surprisingly, the movie was never released.

Overall, I find Jerry Lewis to be a sad character, probably more in need of pity than the wheelchair children on his annual telethons. His overcharged attempts to make people laugh were clearly a defense mechanism designed to divert attention from his own pitiful condition. Ditto for his attempts to help the crippled. I’m not trying to insult Mr. Lewis. A lot of people did find him funny, and he arguably tried to help the less fortunate. Deep inside he probably did and does have a heart. So I honestly feel sorry for him. Which is exactly what he doesn’t want. Well, sorry Jerry. Consider this a sympathy blogathon for you.

2.) Maimonides. Another Jew (like Jerry). I don’t know too much about the good rabbi from 12th Century Muslim Spain. But I do know he was one of the great ones. He was a bit of a neo-Platonist philosopher in addition to being a theologian and Jewish scholar. His emphasis on the use of reason in seeking God, and his trust in the abilities of the human mind, were clearly good things. He didn’t bind himself within the usual rigors of Jewish Talmudic scholarship; he was willing to try some fresh approaches in the search for holiness and ultimate meaning.

But the blessed rabbi had little time for mysticism. In a way that was good; he didn’t get obsessed by “pop mysticism”, including witchcraft, astrology, mythology and magic. But there is something more to mysticism than that, something ultimately irrational but not anti-rational, something that lies deep within us. I think that THAT is the source where religion and faith ultimately come from. The rational can only get us so far (although it is worth every inch that it takes us). Ultimately, faith is a matter of “the dark night of the soul”, as fellow Spaniard John of the Cross (a Catholic mystic from the 16th Century) realized. Perhaps Maimonides also eventually saw this, as his contemplative reflections on the Songs of Solomon (Song of Songs) might indicate. As someone said, religious faith without intellect and reason is mere superstition, and reason without religious faith is . . . . . well, not good either.

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Saturday, December 17, 2005
History ... Philosophy ...

So, you might ask, what has Mr. Eternal Student been studying and learning about lately? (You probably wouldn’t ask, but there’s a slight chance that you would.) Well, I’ve been studying and learning about Plotinus and Neoplatonism lately. No, I’m not reading the Enneads book by book or plowing my way through some huge tome on the philosophers of Roman antiquity. I simply dug out a CD with a 30 minute lecture about Plotinus on it that came with the Great Minds of the Western Intellectual Tradition course from The Teaching Company, which I went through last year. Plotinus, who lived in the Roman Empire during the Third Century, basically took Plato’s thoughts and mixed in some Aristotle, Pythagorous, Stoicism, and other Greek stuff to cook up a coherent spiritual / metaphysical system, a religion of sorts. It never really evolved into a religion, with ceremonies and songs and church buildings and strict moral codes. You would search in vain for a Neoplatonic Temple, at least here in the modern world. But it did have, at its very center, an appealing idea for all eternal students: the idea that thinking is a sacred experience, the best way to “the eternal mind” which is God.

Actually, the true spirituality revolves not around thinking but understanding; that heady feeling when you say “I get it!”, when all the mental cogitation falls away because your mind is now at one with some great concept. That, according to Plotinus, is a taste of heaven (a temporary re-unification with Plato’s “forms”). All the other wonderful experiences in this world, like the beauty of nature (mountains, rivers, stars, trees, etc.), or fine wine, or good food, or sex, are OK with Plotinus; but they depend upon the body and the senses, which weaken with age and eventually die completely. They are tied-in with matter, which slowly but relentlessly decays. But according to Plotinus, the great experience of learning and comprehension belongs to the soul, which is eternal. Yes, we are talking here about the classic mind-body dualism, shamelessly. In modern times, dualism has gotten a bad rap (although it may be making a comeback in the field of consciousness research, given that neuroscientists and experimental psychologists don’t seem to be making much headway in devising a satisfying reductionist explanation of the phenomenon of human consciousness).

I rather wish that there was a church of Neoplatonism (don’t tell me about the Unitarians; they make a spirituality of not believing in anything. Ditto for the Ethical Culture crowd, but minus the spirituality). Most mainstream religions give the act of thinking and intelligence short shrift. “Don’t think too much”, they tell you; we know what the thoughts of God are and you don’t, so don’t go wandering off on some crazy intellectual path. The Bible warns you about this early on; the world is a mess today because the first humans wanted to know and understand (i.e., Adam and Eve and the apple and the snake). If people would just shut their minds down and accept what’s been “revealed” to them without any follow-up questions, everything would be Paradise. Stupidity is bliss.

But what about ethics, you might ask. Does Neoplatonism have a version of the Golden Rule or the Ten Commandments? Negatory on that, good buddy. Plotnius does talk about virtue in the Enneads, as any good citizen of the Roman Empire would. At one point he says that if a person learns the “eternal virtue” through contemplative experience of “The One” (God), he or she will by default also learn the day-to-day virtues of civic life. So, he doesn’t say much about how to live a virtuous life. And if his idea of virtue was the same as the Roman Empire’s idea of virtue, then it leaves a lot to be desired (given that the Romans were a nasty, aggressive, imperialistic band of people, even after they became Christians). Plotinus and his teachings ultimately imply a mystical withdrawal from the world. In a way, he was very Buddhist (although ironically, the Buddhists don’t have much regard for intelligence as a pathway to the sacred). But even the Buddhists have the concept of the “bodhisattva”, the soul who achieves perfection as a Buddha and is entirely ready to attain nirvana-bliss, but chooses to stay in the earthly realm of corruption so as to help those imperfect beings who suffer there.

In a way, George Bernard Shaw anticipated a “best of both worlds” mix of Neoplatonic intellectual/spiritual enlightenment and bodhisattva-like service to the world in his “Don Juan In Hell” play-within-a-play. Shaw’s “Hell” turns out to be a lovely place, where all of the good things of the earth are enjoyed and none of the bad things exist. There is music, art, fine wine, and every woman is young and beautiful again. Sounds like Don Juan’s kind of place, where he could spend an eternity just fine. But no — the Don still has a mind of his own, and after a few eons he starts to see that there’s something better after all. He becomes enlightened and walks away from it all, as to find a place where eternal contemplation and oneness with “The Good” is combined with service to “the life force” as it struggles in the imperfect places (like our own universe). In other words, Don Juan becomes kind of a guardian angel, working secretly to alleviate suffering and promote enlightenment in a world of pain.

I can imagine that when Plotinus died, good Roman citizen that he was, he went to the place of eternal banquets and orgies like Don Juan did. Plato and Aristotle probably also did their time there too, perverted ancient Greeks that they probably were (inviting all the little boys to join their academy). But I have to believe that they all eventually had the great insight, the big “AH-HAH!” moment, that led them to a bland but infinitely meaningful life in Heaven (with on-going work assignments here in the world of decay).

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Saturday, August 13, 2005
History ... Religion ...

BOOK REVIEW: I recently finished reading Jesus: Apocalyptic Prophet of the New Millennium by Bard Ehrman. A whole lot of non-academic books dealing with the “historical Jesus” have been published over the past 10 years. Some of the big authors include John Dominic Crossnan, Robert Funk, N.T. Wright, Msgr. John Meier, and Marcus Borg. Each of them seems to be grinding an axe of some sort, despite their purported attempts to present an unbiased historian’s interpretation of the life and times of Jesus of Nazareth. Some are obviously supporting the traditional Christian interpretation of Jesus as the Christ, as the Son of God, and as the Lord and Savior. Some others paint Jesus as a social and political reformer, someone who was out to promote a secular vision similar to our modern “-isms” (e.g., socialism, universalism, feminism, pacifism, rationalism, communism, or maybe even capitalism!), despite all the God talk.

Professor Ehrman, by contrast, tries to popularize what appears to be the modern academic consensus about Jesus: that Jesus was one of many Jewish apocalyptic prophets who preached and gained a following in Roman Palestine. Like the others, Jesus was convinced that God was angry about the continuing sins of the Jews and about the Romans trampling upon the Holy Lands, and was about to come down from the sky and establish a righteous kingdom of His own. Not a kingdom in the heavens, but one right there in the hills of Galilee and on the streets of Jerusalem. The end and the beginning would come with a mighty reckoning. A mythic figure called “The Son Of Man” would appear in the sky and cast judgement: good people could stay and flourish, but the bad were gonna get cast into a pit of fire or something. It was all about ancient Judaism, all about the fulfillment of scriptural prophecies. And it was all going to happen in Jesus’ time. It had nothing to do at all with later Christian beliefs or Enlightenment-age theories about how the world should be run.

I personally found this book to be monumental. It’s one of those handful of books that you read in your life that opens your eyes and puts a lot of puzzle pieces into place. HOWEVER . . . . . this is not to say that Professor Ehrman has written the definitive biography of Jesus. I still think that he misses some important things and suffers himself from certain biases that distort the picture. The biggest problem is that Professor Ehrman assumes that Jesus was much like his friends in academia: a sober, reasonable fellow with whom you could have a polite, well-informed conversation about worldly matters. Ehrman forgets that if Jesus was an apocalyptic, he was probably much like the modern apocalyptics that are described at the start of his book — i.e., people with fire in the belly, people quite sure of their beliefs even when based on conjecture and fantasy. I.e., someone you might call a fanatic, even a “nutcase”. Jesus was clearly a man with a passion for the holy. So it’s a bit strange when Ehrman strongly asserts that Jesus did not think of himself as the Son of Man (or maybe more accurately, the Son-of-Man-in-training, awaiting the big day). According to Ehrman, that notion had to have been made up by the Christians later on, after Jesus was long gone.

Ehrman argues that within the Gospels, especially Mark, language about Jesus’ preachings seem to refer to the Son of Man in third person; i.e., Jesus was talking about someone else. However, in many other places Jesus clearly refers to himself as the Son. Ehrman reasons that Christians wouldn’t have made up Jesus’ third-person referral to the Son (since it would militate against the view of Jesus as God), but they certainly would have incentive to write about Jesus calling himself the Son. Ergo, any surviving third-party reference must be historical, and the other first-party references in Mark and the later Gospels must be made up.

Now wait a minute. If the early Christians were tweeking the text and inserting revised memories (and I agree that they probably were, up to a point), why were they so shy about re-hashing the lines where Jesus seems to envision the Son of Man as someone else (e.g., Mark 13:26-27 and maybe 8:38 — although that line implies some connection between Jesus and the Son)? Ehrman replies, “because it was the truth”. But that fact arguably didn’t stop the ancient Christian re-writers elsewhere.

I’ve got another theory. Some lines in the Gospels infer that Jesus taught his disciples things that he didn’t share with the crowds (e.g., Matthew 13:17). What if Jesus believed that he was the Son (or was coming to believe it over time), but was a bit shy about announcing it to the masses (perhaps for fear of what eventually DID happen to him, i.e. arrest and death)? What if Jesus shared this belief with his disciples, but was slow in proclaiming it to the crowds (until perhaps that fateful week in Jerusalem)? Then his followers would remember him as the Son, but the memory of his preachings might be a bit more circumspect. And that is just what we see, at least in Mark (which again has the most credibility as the earliest writing).

Another little irritation: Ehrman’s homey, jokey, ultimately condescending writing style. He obviously wouldn’t attempt such humor in a paper published in an academic journal. But when he appeals to the masses, he bends over backward to prove that he’s a regular guy. It’s OK at first, but it gets old real quick. Professor Ehrman, it might be better if you didn’t try so hard to prove that although you’re an academic superstar, you still know how to talk to dummies like me. The story about his son’s rebuke for calling him a dude because “dude” also refers to a camel’s gonads is something that should stay in the family. I can readily accept the proposition that words sometimes have two meanings without a sidenote about everyday teenage sarcasm.

Nonetheless, this book goes a long way in explaining who Jesus really was and what he was all about. It seems rather simple and obvious once you understand it, but it will be hard for many Christians to accept it. So maybe that’s why Ehrman tries so hard to be lovable to the average lout; a lot of average louts aren’t going to love him once they get the gist of what he is saying. Despite its various flaws, this is is a powerful and important book.

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Monday, July 5, 2004
Current Affairs ... History ...

One does have to wonder sometimes whether the whole al Qaeda campaign against the West is in fact a holy war inspired by early Islamic tradition. War and conquest was a part of Mohammed’s life; war and conquest inspires a significant portion of the Koran; and war and conquest is integral to the early history of Islam. For a few centuries during the European Middle Ages, Islamic culture flourished. During those years, peace, tolerance and moderation were achievable by the followers of the Prophet; the need to proselytize with the tip of the sword seemed to have passed. However things haven’t gone so well for most of the Islamic nations in modern times. Despite all the oil money that the Persian Gulf states reel in, countries like Egypt and Pakistan and Indonesia and Somalia and Tunisia and Bangladesh remain quite poor. And even in Saudi Arabia and the other oil states, most people remain poor with little prospect of improvement.

Not that there aren’t a whole lot of other poor places in the world with little prospect for improvement, e.g. central Africa and much of South America. But there’s something about Islam and its culture that seems to inspire unrest and active resentment of poverty, especially when viewed in light of the growing wealth of the West. Thus, many of the Islamic nations now breed a dangerous strain of international terrorism, one that has already changed daily life here in America … and not for the better. Despite our emphasis on homeland security, it’s certainly possible that things are going to get worse.

[Please note, I’m not trying to condemn Islam, a religion which is to be admired for inspiring a fervent faith in God amidst its participants; and I realize that most modern followers of the Prophet have accepted the more civilized and tolerant traditions that have developed within Islam over the centuries.]

I recently heard a lecture about Giambattista Vico, an Italian thinker and writer from the early 18th Century. Vico thought a lot about history and government, and looked for cycles in the lives of nations and cultures. He claimed to have found a three-stage process of history. The first stage represents a culture’s days of energy and formation, fueled by strong beliefs in the mandate of a divine power. The second stage is the time of patriarchs, a time of strong centralized government, e.g. monarchies. The third stage responds to growing wealth, growing knowledge, and the revolt of the common man, whereby democratic republics are formed. Unfortunately, this stage degenerates into an overly comfortable and cynical “me generation”, leading eventually to disorder and breakdown from social decay or by attack from without … often both.

I hate to say it, but al Qaeda and its imitators appear to be riding the crest of Vico’s stage 1, whereby the United States and Europe show signs of stage 3 decay. I myself don’t like the ancient notions of an angry and extremely judgmental God that seem to fuel the terrorist mindset. Again, I don’t believe these notions are consistent with the moderate interpretations of Islam that hold in most places today. Nonetheless, you have to admit that this “angry God” mindset is very powerful – and dangerous. America and Europe possibly face the same dilemma that Byzantium faced some 800 years ago, an aging but still mighty civilization, pitted against a young spiritual movement from the cruel deserts and impoverished shores of the near east.

Well, history doesn’t repeat itself exactly; we aren’t quite in the same boat as the Eastern Roman Empire was around 1200 or so. We aren’t facing organized armies fielded by increasingly powerful Arab and Turkish nations. But history often mixes themes from the past, i.e. some from menu A and some from menu B. America may be a rich and aging empire facing a quasi-Islamic warrior spirit, as with the Byzantines, and yet our threat actually come from a multitude of loosely organized tribes, as with the Western Roman Empire. In other words, al Qaeda and its imitators appear to represent the worst of both worlds: a mix of the most potent factors behind the Western Empire’s fall and the Eastern Empire’s contraction. And then throw in the modern possibility of atomic, biological and chemical weapons . . .

Can we hold it together? What is the magic glue? The next lecture, which was on Montesquieu, provided a possible answer. For a democracy to survive in the face of danger, Montesquieu said there must be public virtue. And just what is that? Well, I’m not exactly sure … but I strongly suspect that our hyper-capitalist, fast-money-and-out economy, and our win-at-any-expense style of politics, aren’t very good examples of whatever public virtue really might be. And then there is our army of lawyers, showing corporations and rich people how to get away with as much as possible. (Of course, once in a while things go astray for a WorldCom or a Martha Stewart, but that’s just the unlucky 1% who get caught). Then throw in corporate media and the political spin doctors, with their slick sound bites and 30 second opinion-makers. And furthermore, I can tell you from experience that “me first-ism” has filtered its way down to the smallest and most seemingly worthy non-profit agencies.

This nation really needs a vigorous discussion of what virtue means to it, something much bigger and more open-minded than the conservative talk-radio rant you sometimes hear regarding “virtue”. And fast.

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