Something Old, Something New, Something Borrowed, Something Blue--Debunkery Edition
Every now and then I get overwhelmingly irritated by tendencies of the modern mind, particularly the ones that preclude rational thought. Like Ford Prefect, I start to feel that people are trying to keep their brains from working:
At first Ford had formed a theory to account for this strange behavior [stating the obvious]. If human beings don’t keep exercising their lips, he thought, their mouths probably seize up. After a few months’ consideration and observation he abandoned this theory in favor of a new one. If they don’t keep on exercising their lips, he thought, their brains start working. After a while he abandoned this one as well as being obstructively cynical and decided he quite liked human beings after all, but he always remained desperately worried about the terrible number of things they didn’t know about.
Debunkery is one such tendency.
I know that "debunkery" is not actually a word. I've invented it to mean:
Debunkery (n) 1) the practice of debunking ideas or beliefs, or discrediting people, 2) a habitual predilection for debunking things, 3)the belief that debunking a belief automatically confers moral or factual correctness on the debunker, 4)the use of debunking specifically for the purpose of establishing oneself as a hub around which accuracy and virtue revolve
Debunkery is closely related to another tendency, that I haven't yet named. (I could, in fact, use some help naming it). It's the need to decry one thing in order to like another. (Perhaps we could call it "decryitude.") This tendency is well described in Arnold Lobel's wonderful story "The Club:"
“This is a meeting of the We Love Morning Club,” said the beetle. “Every day we get together to celebrate another bright, fresh morning. Grasshopper, do you love morning?” asked the beetle.
“Oh yes,” said Grasshopper.
“Hooray!” shouted all the beetles.
“Grasshopper loves morning!”
“I knew it,” said the beetle. “I could tell by your kind face. You are a morning lover.”
“I love afternoon too,” said Grasshopper.
The beetles stopped singing and dancing.
“What did you say?” they asked.
“I said that I loved afternoon,” said Grasshopper.
All the beetles were quiet.
“And night is very nice,” said Grasshopper.
“Stupid,” said a beetle.
He grabbed the wreath of flowers.
“Dummy,” said another beetle.
He snatched the sign from Grasshopper.
“Anyone who loves afternoon and night can never, never be in our club!” said a third beetle.
“UP WITH MORNING!” shouted all the beetles.
You can see this played out in ways great and small. For instance, go to YouTube and look for videos about Benedict Cumberbatch's masterful performance of a 21st-century Sherlock Holmes
and you will inevitably find comments about how Jeremy Brett's extraordinary, and more traditional, performance of a Victorian Holmes is garbage upon the bottom of the commenter's shoe. Brett can't be a good Holmes, you see...because Cumberbatch is.
My Something Old and Something New today demonstrate both these tendencies, so often found hand in hand.
Something/Someone Old
My Something Old is the Harper Lee novel To Kill a Mockingbird
For those of you who don't know it, this novel, published in 1960, was a semi-autobiographical fictional account of white children growing up in the Deep South, without a mother, but with a highly ethical father who was also a well-regarded local lawyer. The father, Atticus Finch,gets appointed to take the case of a Black man accused of raping and beating a white woman and, rather than doing what was socially expected--going through the motions--he actually defends him the same way he would defend a white man. Lee shows the reactions of the town to the stand taken by Atticus, and to the trial itself, through the eyes of a little girl, Scout. Scout narrates the story as an adult, telling her memories. Yet Lee preserves the child Scout's perspective intact while still allowing the adult's judgement and greater understanding to hover in the wings, watching. This technique is not easy, and is one of the reasons Harper Lee deserved the Pulitzer she got for this novel.
In the novel, Atticus is a hero. In fact, his daughter idealizes him. So does most of America, since if they didn't read the book in school, they watched the movie with Gregory Peck:
A few years ago, a great stir happened, as Harper Lee's sequel to To Kill a Mockingbird was published. There was some controversy around the publication, as Miss Lee had always said she would never publish again, and had in fact led a very retired life, and only in advanced age and with some serious health conditions, including some that affected her mind, did publication of the sequel happen. Some thought she had been influenced to do something which she, in her healthier days, had not wanted to do.
Be that as it may, Go Set a Watchman emerged into the public mind.
Something New
Now, I have not read Go Set a Watchman. Initially, I felt a bit squeamish about the fact that it looked like Harper Lee had been manipulated into doing something she never wanted to do, and that made me reluctant to read it. Then, when it became apparent that discussion of Go Set a Watchman revolved around its Big Reveal--namely, that Atticus Finch was a racist--I realized I didn't want to participate in that discussion--not because I refused to believe that Atticus was a racist, but because I always knew that he was. It was somewhat reminiscent of when I went with another LGBTQ friend to see The Crying Game, and we were waiting for the Big Twist. After a long while, I leaned over and whispered to her: "The big twist wasn't that his love interest is a drag queen, and not biologically female, is it?" "I think it was," she whispered back, both of us a bit disconsolate at having wasted our anticipation on something so obvious.
I always knew Atticus was racist. But Atticus is a racist who is willing to put his body between an accused Black man and a lynch mob. He is a racist who is willing to risk his children's lives by defending that Black man when most of the town would rather he didn't. He is, in fact, a character who is both right and wrong.
This does not mean that Atticus Finch is a resident of the "well everything's so morally gray and all us adults know the world can't be fit easily into categories of good and evil so never mind all that morality stuff" intellectual abyss; Harper Lee is much too fine a writer, and much too honest an artist, to spread such garbage, which uses complexity as an excuse for amoral behavior while ignoring how any particular complex situation actually works. Atticus is able to be both a racist and a moral man--both right and wrong--because the moral center he is defending is not actually about race, but about what the law, and the courts, are supposed to be. Defending that moral center leads him inexorably into a struggle with entrenched, structual racism in his town, even though he himself has racist beliefs.
I sensed there would be an upsurge of debunkery and Morning Is Tops style thinking in the wake of this publication, and so I stayed out of it. Now I'm sorry I did, because not having read the novel makes it more difficult for me to critique debunkery like the following video by Lindsay Ellis.
When I clicked on this, I didn't think it was about Atticus Finch or Harper Lee at all. It looked like a critique of Peter Jackson's Hobbit movies. I never got to that part because I got so annoyed at the clumsy debunkery:
Atticus doesn't care about Black people or their plight in the Jim Crow South? He's just a good lawyer who was appointed to do a job?
"If you shouldn't be defendin' him, then why are you doin' it?"
"For a number of reasons," said Atticus. "The main one is, if I didn't I couldn't hold up my head in town, I couldn't represent this county in the legislature, I couldn't even tell you or Jem not to do something again."
And then there's the scene where Atticus puts himself outside Tom Robinson's jail cell. "Just doing a job" would hardly be enough motivation for me to risk myself at the hands of a lynch mob:
In ones and twos, men got out of the cars. Shadows became substance as lights revealed solid shapes moving toward the jail door. Atticus remained where he was. The men hid him from view.
“He in there, Mr. Finch?” a man said.
“He is,” we heard Atticus answer, “and he’s asleep. Don’t wake him up.”
In obedience to my father, there followed what I later realized was a sickeningly comic aspect of an unfunny situation: the men talked in near-whispers.
“You know what we want,” another man said. “Get aside from the door, Mr. Finch.”
“You can turn around and go home again, Walter,” Atticus said pleasantly. “Heck Tate’s around somewhere.” “The hell he is,” said another man. “Heck’s bunch’s so deep in the woods they won’t get out till mornin’.”
“Indeed? Why so?”
“Called ’em off on a snipe hunt,” was the succinct answer. “Didn’t you think a’that, Mr. Finch?”
“Thought about it, but didn’t believe it. Well then,” my father’s voice was still the same, “that changes things, doesn’t it?”
“It do,” another deep voice said. Its owner was a shadow.
“Do you really think so?”
This was the second time I heard Atticus ask that question in two days, and it meant somebody’s man would get jumped. This was too good to miss. I broke away from Jem and ran as fast as I could to Atticus.
Jem shrieked and tried to catch me, but I had a lead on him and Dill. I pushed my way through dark smelly bodies and burst into the circle of light.
“H-ey, Atticus!”
I thought he would have a fine surprise, but his face killed my joy. A flash of plain fear was going out of his eyes, but returned when Dill and Jem wriggled into the light.
There was a smell of stale whiskey and pigpen about, and when I glanced around I discovered that these men were strangers. They were not the people I saw last night. Hot embarrassment shot through me: I had leaped triumphantly into a ring of people I had never seen before.
Atticus got up from his chair, but he was moving slowly, like an old man. He put the newspaper down very carefully, adjusting its creases with lingering fingers. They were trembling a little.
“Go home, Jem,” he said. “Take Scout and Dill home.”
Yeah. That sounds like somebody who doesn't care.
Debunkery and decryitude are inherently reductionist modes of thought. As such, they tend towards the abstract and the authoritarian. Imagine the conversation we could have if we actually discussed how Atticus' morality was constituted, on what it was based, and how he both lived up to it and failed it.
You can acknowledge the moments he rises to moral greatness-and understand how that morality was constituted--and also feel with the grown-up Scout when she says:
Something Borrowed
My Something Borrowed today is the song "Oye, Como Va?"
For a long time I didn't know Carlos Santana's version of this song was a cover:
It was actually written by Puerto Rican jazz great Tito Puente. Here's a live performance of it by Mr. Puente. I really loved the video I found of him doing this song at the Newport Jazz Festival, but now can't find it! Darn.
Something Blue
This is a picture of the Bahamas and the ocean around it, from space:
Comments
I don't have anything witty or wonderful to say, but I surely
enjoyed reading your essay this morning.
Thank you sincerely!
Marilyn
"Make dirt, not war." eyo
@mhagle Good morning, Marilyn!
"More for Gore or the son of a drug lord--None of the above, fuck it, cut the cord."
--Zack de la Rocha
"I tell you I'll have nothing to do with the place...The roof of that hall is made of bones."
-- Fiver
Good morning CStMS and c99
I didn't know Harper Lee, but I know a few folks that were her friends. She lived as a recluse in Monroeville in SW AL. She wrote Go Set a Watchman before she wrote mockingbird. The former from the view of a young adult, the latter from the view of a child. Mockingbird is definitely the better (more hopeful) book.
Perhaps tribalism is at play with your concept of "decryitude". The grasshopper story reminds me of the Lilliputians in Gulliver's Travels. Their war was over breaking open an egg from the little end or big end. Trivial argument by "little people".
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lilliput_and_Blefuscu
E. O. Wilson, famed AL naturalist, views human behavior through a lens of tribalism.
https://www.smithsonianmag.com/science-nature/edward-o-wilsons-new-take-...
Tribalism can explain many behaviors.
Well here's hoping you all are members of a peaceful tribe. Peace out.
“Until justice rolls down like water and righteousness like a mighty stream.”
@Lookout Tribalism is a similar
"More for Gore or the son of a drug lord--None of the above, fuck it, cut the cord."
--Zack de la Rocha
"I tell you I'll have nothing to do with the place...The roof of that hall is made of bones."
-- Fiver
Russia Accuses US of Refusing to Remove Troops from Syria
[video:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9wmJrgmfH7c]
Modern education is little more than toeing the line for the capitalist pigs.
Guerrilla Liberalism won't liberate the US or the world from the iron fist of capital.
@The Aspie Corner That seems to be de
"More for Gore or the son of a drug lord--None of the above, fuck it, cut the cord."
--Zack de la Rocha
"I tell you I'll have nothing to do with the place...The roof of that hall is made of bones."
-- Fiver
Yup. And the consequences from this
Modern education is little more than toeing the line for the capitalist pigs.
Guerrilla Liberalism won't liberate the US or the world from the iron fist of capital.
Good morning, all!
"More for Gore or the son of a drug lord--None of the above, fuck it, cut the cord."
--Zack de la Rocha
"I tell you I'll have nothing to do with the place...The roof of that hall is made of bones."
-- Fiver
Hi Can't Stop
Enjoy your OT. Under the something old category... eliminating pre-conceived notions and prejudices is the challenge of making a reasoned judgement. The symbol of 'blind justice' has become just another worn out old cliche'. Expected outcomes are written into the threads of current issues. The notion of either / or is just another form of dumbing down responses. Separating facts from opinions and truth from fiction is a dying mental exercise. Hence the spawning of fake news and views. Rational thought is the enemy of propaganda. Clear thinking is no longer a virtue. It is threat to the thought police, IMHO.
truth is considered foreign influence, world peace is a threat to national security
@QMS This is precisely where I
"More for Gore or the son of a drug lord--None of the above, fuck it, cut the cord."
--Zack de la Rocha
"I tell you I'll have nothing to do with the place...The roof of that hall is made of bones."
-- Fiver
Good morning, CStMS. I too suspect that both syndromes
are closely related. I further suspect that both have multiple wellsprings.This is both in that some might decry because A, while others might do so because B and yet others in part because of A, in part because of B, and in part also because of X and Y.
There is a tendency toward idolatry that could well play a role. Binary thinking, of course is a likely factor. Ideological thinking is a suspect, I suspect, wherein everything not perfectly integrated with one's schema must be debunked and decried (think, for example, how for some everything had to be part of a dialectical process). Insecurity as to the correctness of one's view might play a role. If one has exalted Cumberbatch, then one must denigrate Brett and all other possible contenders so that no other is within striking range of the crown. Only then is one assured that one's selection is correct.
Meanwhile, I need breakfast.
Have a great one.
That, in its essence, is fascism--ownership of government by an individual, by a group, or by any other controlling private power. -- Franklin D. Roosevelt --
@enhydra lutris Wow, you're right, it is
"More for Gore or the son of a drug lord--None of the above, fuck it, cut the cord."
--Zack de la Rocha
"I tell you I'll have nothing to do with the place...The roof of that hall is made of bones."
-- Fiver
Memories of "To Kill A Mockingbird"
I was 11 years old the first time I read Harper Lee's iconic work. From my pre-adolescent viewpoint of fictional narrative, Atticus Finch's "goodness" seemed less interesting to me then Boo Radley's "Badness".
Complexity speaks to motivation which ultimately is the adult part of the story. As an adult, I am less interested in pigeon holing a subject for the sake of constructing an argument, then I am in unpacking an issue for the sake of discussion.
Thank you for the thought provoking essay. I only wish we could all gather together, sip some iced tea, munch on some homemade orange cranberry scones, and have one of those ultimate gab fests that leaves everyone enriched.
Time well spent.
There is always Music amongst the trees in the Garden, but our hearts must be very quiet to hear it. ~ Minnie Aumonier
@Anja Geitz I was fascinated by both
Perhaps a once-a-year Meetup for all that can come? With, perhaps, a travel fund contributed to by those that can, to help those who don't have enough money to travel? Then again, often the money problem is also a time problem (no way to take time off).
Further, I am forced to admit that before we started raising money for such a get-together, we'd need to better fund our electronic home...
"More for Gore or the son of a drug lord--None of the above, fuck it, cut the cord."
--Zack de la Rocha
"I tell you I'll have nothing to do with the place...The roof of that hall is made of bones."
-- Fiver
Oh you
Hitchhikers?
The World's about to end
Towel?
Prof: Nancy! I’m going to Greece!
Nancy: And swim the English Channel?
Prof: No. No. To ancient Greece where burning Sapho stood beside the wine dark sea. Wa de do da! Nancy, I’ve invented a time machine!
Firesign Theater
Stop the War!
@EdMass Don't panic.
"More for Gore or the son of a drug lord--None of the above, fuck it, cut the cord."
--Zack de la Rocha
"I tell you I'll have nothing to do with the place...The roof of that hall is made of bones."
-- Fiver
Honoring Susan Williams, world class biologist
A photo from a book my aunt re-gifted me in 1984, when I got SCUBA certified for work.
Blue planet: man's hopes for life in the sea.
It's a kid's book from 1973, full of hope.
It is signed, to my aunt and uncle from Janet Viertel.
SCUBA is short for self contained underwater breathing apparatus, in case anyone was wondering.
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This is where I was paid to dive, to scrape mussels and barnacles and stuff off the intake screen for the fish farm's ginormous seawater pumps:
where the Estero Americano meets the Pacific Ocean
just south of Bodega Bay
This is such a huge loss, yesterday was a terrible day. Please honor Susan Williams by learning about her work at the Marine Lab:
Susan Williams
Professor
Department of Evolution and Ecology
Coastal and Marine Sciences Institute
Bodega Marine Lab
thanks
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Bodega Bay scientist dies in six-vehicle Petaluma crash, three others injured
In 1984 I was following a dual milk tanker in the morning commute on Lakeville Highway on my way back to work, when the driver fell asleep and took out six cars coming head on the other direction. It was the first fatal accident I ever saw, and I am still having PTSD about it today I guess. Plus, yesterday was my mom's birthday 4/24/24. fuck
I witnessed a similar, although not fatal,
car accident not long ago on the Harbor Freeway in downtown Los Angeles. It was also early in the morning. Traffic was heavy but it was moving at a good pace. I could see the black BMW coming up behind me in my rear view mirror weaving in and out of lanes. It passed by me at 90 mph and then merged into the lane directly in front of me at the same time another car was merging from the other side. They collided and then veered into the other lanes causing a chain reaction of 11 cars crashing into each other like a nightmarish pinball machine. I'm sure it all happened in a few nano seconds but felt like time had stopped still as I pressed on my brakes hoping, but not knowing, if I would stop in time. I did. As did the cars in back of me. Thank God. Have avoided that freeway ever since.
I'm so sorry to hear of your sadness today.
There is always Music amongst the trees in the Garden, but our hearts must be very quiet to hear it. ~ Minnie Aumonier
April 1924
Japan was suing California for the Immigration Act, a.k.a. the Asian Exclusion Act.
A lot of which? and who? from the wiki editors there but still... signed in to law.
On the same day my mom was born in San Francisco, California:
Huh! Four hops from Edward Bernays. That was fun.
Made in Japan - John Entwistle
平和 (heiwa)
Thank you for the interesting essay
I wonder how much of the binary thinking we observe is cultivated by TPTB in order to promote tribalism, making it easier to control the narrative by othering unapproved ideas or people (ie RussiaRussiaRussia), and how much arises naturally because the general population is exhausted by the struggle to survive, let alone make sense of the conflicting realities we are offered on a daily basis. It certainly requires more mental effort to consider the nuances of multiple alternatives, particularly when our schools are discouraged from teaching critical thinking skills.
Thank you for this CStMS.
There are so many cool observations and links here I'm neglecting my other reading.
In regard to the observation that some people have:
There is evidence that our feelings of hate and love is hardwired in our brains and the circuits strongly overlap (and, who knows, maybe some people have their wires "crossed").