Showing posts with label skeptisism. Show all posts
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Saturday, 6 October 2012

The Uncontested Word: Why do Some Historians Treat Religious Texts as Sacred?

Right, time to start blogging more regularly, and I shall begin right here!
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There are a great many historians who practice religions of all flavours. Some historians jump headlong into the history of their particular faith, blending it with apologetics and philosophy. Others simply ignore their religious predilections and concentrate on other areas of history, sealing their faith in a mental box with a sign huge on the lid reading ‘do not enter while studying’. I am sure this arrangement or something similar to it is found throughout all walks of academic life, but I find it particularly puzzling when I find it amongst historians. I know of many good historians who take their collection of fables as absolutely true; it is one of the most fascinating and puzzling examples of cognitive dissonance I know of. After all, a historian is, by definition, someone who is deeply sceptical about old texts and artefacts. It is a historian’s job to dust off manuscripts, wade through archives, dig things out of dark corners and not believe a word of it (unless there is some good supporting evidence, of course). Even when a historian does believe a word of it, he tempers this with a deep analysis of the text or object at hand, stripping it down in order to work out what the narrative really is, as opposed to what the text or object claims it is. In short, we historians are deeply sceptical pedants: each and every one of us. So why does pedantry, suspicion and obsessive checking, cross-checking, double checking and rechecking disappear so often in the face of a religious text? Here, I’ll take a lightly meandering journey through the peripheries of the philosophy of history in order to find out if there is any validity in accepting a religious text as good source of history.

In history, there are two main types of document: primary and secondary. A primary document is one that is from the time and place in which the events took place. Some primary documents, like birth certificates, court records and tax details, are as close to certain as we can ever get. Others, like records of the First Crusade, have to be taken with a pinch of salt. Very often the originals are lost and our knowledge that these documents existed at the time they describe has to be deduced from other period documents that mention or quote from them. Worse still, these non-original primary sources are very often altered in copying: by mistake, through the inclusion of marginalia and other notes or for political and religious reasons. It is also important to understand what writing was in the period that we are reading. To take the medieval as an example: for most of the medieval, historical writing based its truth not only on real events, but on how they could be fitted with how people thought the world should be. This was, of course, how the ancients, and particularly the bible, said it should be. There are examples of people describing their home town not as they knew it but as Plutarch described it over a thousand years ago in order to fit with convention. Add to this that there was always some message, some element of propaganda to the writing, and add to this that originality was not only rare but actively frowned upon and you can see that even with primary documents, things can get tricky. Hence the historian’s pedantry; we don’t just take documents with a pinch of salt, we order a truckload of salt capable of defrosting a good section of the Antarctic surface and pour it over the texts until we understand every social and cultural nuance contained therein. The problem with religious texts is that, without exception, they aren’t even primary sources.

Religious texts are always secondary sources. They are written after the fact by people who were not there and are writing most commonly through hearsay. These secondary sources are not only contaminated by Chinese whispers, they can also be contaminated by cultural exchange, the need to write in order to fit the times and a million other factors we have no way of knowing about. People pick on the bible all the time (because, frankly, it’s easy) so I’m going to go somewhere else. The Rig Veda was purportedly created sometime between 1700 and 1100 BCE, some scholars pushing some of the hymns as far back as far as 2000 BCE. The problem here is that we don’t have any documents that go back that far. Writing didn’t really get going in India until the 3rd Century BCE and written records of the Vedas that have survived do not appear until much later. As a result, we have no idea how much cultural cross-pollination took place during that time. To assume that none took place and that the hymns remained the same is foolish. Even the most conservative scholar agrees that some revisions to the hymns took place around the 6th Century CE, and this ties curiously with the growth of Persia as a major power and the emergence of the Greek city states. Now there is no certainty that there was any influence by these cultures (apart from the echoing of the Persian Zoroastrian Zend Avestra in parts of the Vedas), but it would be poor practice of me as a historian to assume that no such pollution took place. So why do some people accept these secondary documents without question? Perhaps it’s a subjective thing?

Any postmodernist will tell you, if you should care to risk turning a rock or going in the darkest corners of certain universities to find one, that history is subjective. They will side with Nietzsche and claim that if we cannot pin something down objectively, empirically and positively, then it is fair game. Sources, secondary or primary, are ripe for interpretation pretty much any way you wish. It seems to me that when it comes to religious documents, even the most rigorous of empirical historians can, if they have faith, become a part-time postmodernist and claim that they are free to interpret their religious book their way how they want. But some things in history cannot be interpreted subjectively. When we look at documents, even the most committed postmodern historian will reject the impossible all the time. Cyrus was not suckled by dogs as claimed by Herodotus. St. Patrick did not lead the snakes from Ireland. There was not a dragon on the Isle of Lango as claimed by John Mandeville. Jesus did not rise from the dead. These are, or should be, all in the same category of ‘fantastical and impossible, so probably myth or allegory’. You cannot say ‘well, subjectively, I think there actually was a dragon and Cyrus actually was suckled by dogs’ without being laughed out of academia. The claim that someone rose from the dead cannot be exempt from that, not even if it was written by ten people who claim to be eyewitnesses. In all these cases, a good historian would think, ‘that can’t be true, so what is going on’. Subjectivity cannot rescue religious scripture.

All that remains is the third path. Religious texts are accepted because there are enough people who believe them without question. There are enough people out there who point to them as an object and say ‘I think they mean this’ and others who agree. This intersubjective stance is what philosopher Donald Davidson called ‘triangulation’. It is when two people agree what a third object is. Without such triangulation, Davidson maintained, we could not have propositional attitudes: wants and desires, needs and most importantly, beliefs. All belief are an agreement on what something means and what language is to be used to describe something. It is the most important of the propositional attitudes because the others are, in themselves, based upon beliefs. Religious texts are, to those who believe in them, a powerful object to focus this triangulation of thought upon. When combined with rituals, upbringing and circumstance, they satiate our propositional attitudes, our needs, our desires, our wants, in a way few things outside addiction can (some might argue such beliefs are an addiction). So, perhaps, in much the same way a medical doctor will happily go out for a pint knowing it isn’t medically good for them; a believing historian will partake in their religious texts with the full knowledge of what they are, while ignoring what they are for the sake of their beliefs. To do otherwise would be to break the triangle, move you out of your in-group and change your propositional attitudes entirely. This is not an easy thing to do. The problem with the intersubjective explanation for why historians accept religious texts, however, is that it answers nothing regarding our acceptance of them as good historical sources. No matter how much your in-group shares your beliefs, it does not make them reality. As we have seen, subjecting religious texts to the same kind of rigor as other historical texts weakens them, and saying ‘me and my friends all believe’ is not enough to make them true.

So are religious documents good historical sources? Not really. They fail on an objective level in that they are at best unreliable secondary sources. They fail even when examined by the subjectivity of postmodernism, as they contain things we would otherwise consider impossible and so require special pleading to be accepted. Even at an intersubjective level, religious texts may work as social glue but they fail as historical documents. I, as someone interested in the mentalité of the peoples of the past, might find this ‘alternative view of truth’ fascinating, but it doesn’t make it reality. All it does is tells us that there is, and was, a group prepared to accept them and the narratives contained within whatever the results of the scrutiny. It tells us that there are people prepared to accept them no matter what, even if, like historians, they should know better. From a historian’s perspective, all they can really do is tell us something about the societies that created, edited, spread and preserved them and even then, especially then, you need to that truck of salt on standby.

Friday, 15 July 2011

When Two Roads Diverge in the Woods

I’m more a Doctor Who than a Star Trek kind of a guy. For a long time, my life was pretty Star Trek: shinny costumes, loud bangs, competition, desperate dog fights with a hierarchy dependant on brown nosing, and the constant thought that some of the best and the brightest, yourself included, were being sacrificed on a shoddily built planet like a red shirt wearing extra. ‘Has Rich gone mad’ I hear you cry? Not at all; I am talking about the musical part of my life, my life as a musician.
Don’t get me wrong, I loved playing music and I still do; the composition, recording, producing, mixing, performing and all that is fantastic. But the Phasers set to kill Borg-like groupthink horror of the industry itself was a huge turn off. All the joy brought by, for example, performing to thousands of insane Scottish homosexuals (as I did) was tempered by the Vulcans that ruled the labels forcing mediocrity and, as they are now, shying away from any suggestion of emotive content in music, making it bland, safe, easy to sell. Really, when I look back at it, it wasn’t for me at all.

So now I think of myself as a Historian, a writer, a critical thinker and, hopefully one day, an academic. This is a Doctor Who world, a world where thinking matters, where battles are won by wits and analysis, where then only weapons are the Sonic Screwdrivers of argument and the ability to [mentally] time travel. Often you are alone; occasionally you have assistance but in the end it is about you and only you, you don’t have to rely on all too often unreliable ‘others’ to do what you want do and get where you want to go. I am much happier in the Tardis than I ever was on the Enterprise, and the beauty of it is that, as a Timelord, I can go anywhere, do anything, I am not confined to the here or the now like Kirk and Picard are. As a Timelord, I can still visit the Enterprise from time to time and remember, even indulge in, the good bits without having to worry about the Federation breathing down my neck. In short: I can love music again for the music and only the music.

Many of us find ourselves on paths we love only to find an insurmountable cliff in the way, some bit of logic, some action, some reality making it hard to continue the way we were going. The problem is that emotions are, themselves, the product of our goals and so to find an obstacle to those goals causes a whole raft of negative emotions; it rarely creates what is needed- a logical response, an evaluation and an affect free reflection on whether it is worth pursuing the same path or finding another. It also taught me that no matter how focussed on one path we believe ourselves to be, more often than not we can find another which is equally worthy of our attention. In my case, I swapped the guitar and the recording studio for books and a library; I swapped musical notation for Latin.
Don’t get me wrong, again, History is not without difficulty and my hardest times lie ahead, but it is a difficulty I can see a way around not based on kinship and arse licking but purely on talent, and I hope, in history at least, I have a little.

But this is why people who believe the unbelievable get caught up in what Stephen Law calls ‘intellectual Black Holes’. Be it religious faith or tarot reading or homeopathy, they and their goals are invested at an emotional level. For many people, all the logic and reason can go hang, so long as they ‘feel’ that their path is the right one. The unmovable objects are simply walked around and ignored. ‘Faith,’ as a character in House once put it, ‘is not an argument.’ It is often when those who have such beliefs hit intellectual rock bottom that they begin to rethink. When all those pesky little thoughts that kept popping-up start to attach themselves too firmly to escape from; a drip drip drip that leads to their current goals becoming more painful than pleasure, more a chore than a joy. When this moment comes, and only when this moment comes, the need to stop, work out why they feel so bad/wrong/uncomfortable and the need to find a new goal, and new path, to shake of the music world and travel back into history or leave faith at behind and look sceptically forward, become overwhelming. When trying to argue the case for Skeptisism or atheism, these are the people we are really talking to, not those entrenched in their faith-based world. We are all guilty of it to some degree, and we could all do with looking at those areas that are becoming just too damn hard and thinking ‘what is going on here’ from time to time.

What I am saying is this; don’t keep trudging along in a life you wish were someone else’s, you don’t have to keep going down the path just because you set off that way, there is another route. And whatever you do, don’t go after Klingons, when you really want to be fighting the Daleks; it’ll just end up far too complicated and unfulfilling and your guns will be too big. You have one life, one attempt: do it right.