The Deafening Silence of the “New Pro Life” Movement

Apropos of my previous post, David Griffey has written of the so-called new pro-life movement and how it has been thunderously silent on the Irish referendum. As he writes, they’re in a bind because they would rather not upset their companions on the left by, you know, speaking truth about abortion.

The New Pro-Life Movement, which is merely a euphemism for Christians committed to the Political Left, is in a bind.  New Pro-Life Christians are not liberal Christians.  Liberal Christians were never hard to recognize.  Doggedly devoted to following the myth of infallible progress, wherever the secular Left went, liberal Christians were sure to tag along. If it meant denying the divinity of Christ, the Holy Trinity, the Incarnation, the Resurrection, the existence of a personal God – it mattered not.  Christian liberalism would jettison anything it took in order to keep up with the Jones’s latest.

But New Pro-Life Christians are often doctrinally traditional, sometimes from the evaporating Christian conservatism, sometimes they are simply those who wish to avoid the Religious Right.  They confess a bodily Resurrection, believe in the Trinitarian God, and if Catholic, the Real Presence.  They officially reject gay marriage, abortion, assisted suicide, and of course anything that denies the belief in God as revealed by Jesus Christ.

And yet, they have aligned with a movement founded on the idea that religion is above all things inspired, not revealed.  That is, religion is mostly – if not entirely – an invention of human imagination.  If God exists at all, it’s nothing but an abstract concept by which we measure our pain (St. John Lennon 3:16).  The majority of stories, doctrines, teachings are nothing but human constructs.

Griffey finds one member of the new pro-life movement who spoke up – Mark Shea – but more on that in a moment. As for myself, I was curious what the writer formerly known as Morning’s Minion, aka Anthony Annett, had to say. After all, he is Irish and might have some interesting insights. I read though Toney’s twitter timeline to see what he had written on the results, and here is what my search turned up:

He did find the time to praise the Heavenly Bodies exhibit, even if he had a nitpick, so there’s that.

I noticed Tony retweeted one of my old grad school professors, Steve Schneck, a leader of the Catholics for Obama coalition, and here are all his tweets about the outcome of the referendum:

I’ll be fair to Dr. Schneck. I know he and Morning’s Minion, and I am at least certain that Dr. Schneck’s is genuinely pro-life.

Now back to Shea.

You know what, no. I’m not giving more oxygen to the man.  With each passing day Shea grows into a bigger parody of himself, and critiquing him is like shooting fish in a barrel. David Griffey’s response to Shea suffices.

Vatican 2 Failed

I don’t go in for exaggerated Buzzfeed type headlines meant to grab people’s attention, so the title of my post is a meant to convey a simple, straightforward message: it is time to judge the efficacy of Vatican 2, and an honest appraisal can only reach one conclusion: whatever was meant to be accomplished by it has not come to be.

There was more to Vatican 2 than just engagement with the modern world, but that was certainly a core – if not the core – theme of the council. It should be stressed if everything was hunky dory in the Catholic world, then the council would not have been called. In suggesting that the council failed I am not suggesting it was wrong to even call the council.

Nor am I suggesting that all the problems of modern Catholicism are because of Vatican 2. And I certainly do not mean to imply that many of the documents produced at Vatican 2 were not beautiful affirmations of the central tenets of the faith. And I definitely do not think the council or the documents produced therein were heretical, and that everything post Vatican 2 is essentially a false Church.

But if the aim of the council was to reignite the faith, and to engage the wider world to foster communication and understanding, in what way has there been any measurable success? In light of 68 percent of “Catholic” Ireland voting to legalize abortion (or, more accurately, to repeal the constitutional prohibition), maybe now is the time for an honest reassessment.

As I said, the problems didn’t start with Vatican 2. There were problems in the Church, and the itch to modernize was already evident. All one has to do is read the transcript of JFK’s famous Houston speech to understand that things were beginning to change. Reading that now I can’t help but imagine Barack Obama giving a speech in 2008 basically saying it was okay to vote for him because he wasn’t that black, because that was the message JFK conveyed, intentionally or no.

But what has happened since Vatican 2? Is the modern world more “accepting” of Catholicism. Sure, as long as it’s the watered down vision offered by Kennedy and a succession of prelates. Every non-Catholic’s favorite pope is the our current pontiff, and why? Because he says a lot of things that sound vaguely non-Catholic. This isn’t so much an engagement with the world as a surrender.

Is the Church thriving? In certain parts of the world, sure. Even in the United States there are certain dioceses that continue to flourish, and which produce many healthy vocations. Yet there is also a decided decline in Catholic identity, and I’m not just talking about the empty pews in all too many parishes. Even among committed Catholics the sense of uniqueness has dwindled. Some would say this is a good thing: Catholics are finally fitting in!

But if Catholics are going to draw people to the faith by showing it through their lives, is this really happening? “Jim’s a nice guy – he really has a nice family.” That’s all well and good. Wouldn’t it be better to hear, “Jim’s a Catholic, and he exudes faith in Christ. I’d be interesting in hearing more about Catholicism.”

I know I’m oversimplifying and presenting an idealized version of what Catholicism could be. But maybe it wasn’t such a bad thing when Catholics stood out.

Getting back to the Irish vote for a second, it was pointed out that true Catholics didn’t vote to repeal the 8th Amendment. I have little doubt of that – a true Catholic would not vote to repeal abortion restrictions. (And no, this is not a representation of the “No True Scotsman fallacy,” because a committed Catholic could not vote for such a measure.) Cafeteria Catholicism isn’t Catholicism, and many of the Catholics in Ireland would barely qualify for the cafeteria. But that doesn’t exactly make what happened more palatable. Nearly four in five Irish still identify as Catholic. If true Catholicism were thriving, then the vote last week would not have been imaginable.

If the same vote happened here in the United States, the unborn would have fared a lot better, and the Catholic percentage of the vote is much lower. Perhaps some Protestants make better Catholics than actual Catholics.

This isn’t just about the Irish vote. Let’s just ask ourselves this: is there any way in which the wider world and/or the Catholic community is better off spiritually than it was since Vatican 2 was convened? If the answer is no – and I am certain the answer is no – then how can Vatican 2 be deemed to be anything other than a failure?

A Nice Pair

Jonah Goldberg. Suicide of the West: How the Rebirth of Tribalism, Populism, Nationalism, and Identity Politics is Destroying American Democracy. Random House.

Jordan Peterson. 12 Rules for Life: An Antidote for Chaos.  Random House Canada.

It’s gratifying when a book you’ve been looking forward to reading lives up to lofty expectations. It’s even more gratifying when a book you read on spec turns out to be better than the hype.

Jonah Goldberg has been one of my favorite political columnists for nearly two decades, and I share most of his political sensibilities. His Liberal Fascism was particularly on point. It was a surprisingly thorough work of scholarship, and Suicide of the West perhaps surpasses it.

As someone who tries to avoid social media, I wasn’t as familiar with Jordan Peterson. He evidently caused a stir because he prefers to use pronouns correctly, which I guess in 2018 is a matter of some controversy. A friend of mine recommended the book, and, wonder of the modern world, the book was on my Kindle the next day.

Though Goldberg’s book is a decidedly political book and Peterson’s is more of a clinical self-help book, they are both important reads in their own way. Their subject matters are not exactly the same, but they are complementary, and taken together offer a clear-headed approach towards tackling the modern world.

I’ll discuss the books in the reverse order I read them. First, I will link to this very thorough review of Peterson’s book and commend it to your attention. I’ll add a few observations of my own. What took me by surprise was the openly religious nature of Peterson’s work. When Peterson first quoted scripture I assumed it would be to make a literary point, but Peterson treats scripture seriously. It is not simply a gloss used to further his points. Indeed Peterson seems to be someone who has thought respectfully and seriously on theological matters, and while his interpretations of the Bible may not be wholly in accord with orthodox Catholicism, his religiosity is more in accord with true Judeo-Christian ethics than a few religious I could name but won’t coughJamesMartin cough.

Several positive reviews have made the same observation I will make here – the recommendations are in many ways obvious. His rules can be summarized thusly: stand up for yourself, be truthful with yourself and with your spouse, discipline your kids when they’re young but also allow them the freedom to discover themselves and make mistakes along the way to that self-discovery. And yet it seems like a lovely breath of fresh air. That any of what he has written is controversial is a condemnation not of Peterson but of modern culture.

The penultimate chapter – Do not bother children when they are skateboarding – is perhaps the most challenging. There’s a lot to unpack in it, and I can’t possibly do the subject matter justice. What it boils down to is he believes the way we’ve treated the rearing of boys is destructively counter-productive. In many circumstances they have been, for lack of a better term, feminized. We’ve softened boys, but this has led to a state in society where a warped version of “manliness” has taken hold. As he writes:

 When softness and harmlessness becomes the only consciously acceptable virtues, then hardness and dominance will start to exert and unconscious fascination. Partly what this means for the future is that if men are pushed hard to feminize, they will become more and more interested in harsh, fascist ideology. Fight Club, perhaps the most fascist popular film made in recent years by Hollywood, with the possible exception of the Iron Man series, provides a perfect example of such inevitable attraction. The populist groundswell of support for Donald Trump in the US is part of the same process, as is (in far more sinister form) the recent rise of the far-right political parties in such moderate and liberal places as Holland, Sweden and Norway.

In other words, when you strip away what makes a boy a boy, the reaction will be adulation of what is essentially a caricature of the ideal of manliness.

As I said, the book is not consciously political. To the extent Jordan Peterson’s political ideology can be teased out from this book and his social media postings he seems to be something of a moderate conservative. But he drips with clear disdain for the social justice warrior left, and has no patience for political correctness.

I think he despises political correctness because it runs afoul of several of the rules he lays down, because these rules essentially boil down to one clear message: be honest. He spends much of a chapter talking about a hypothetical wife whose husband has cheated on her. He then details all the ways both husband and wife lie – but lie through silence. They never speak of their displeasure with each other. They never correct the other. They grin and smile through mutual frustration, and instead of honestly addressing their problems, the problems fester until the husband caves into eventuality and cheats. This is not “victim blaming,” but rather a brutal assessment of the ways spouses destroy their marriage by refusing to be honest.

Peterson also brutally dissects the myriad ways we lie to ourselves. Humans fail to assess their situations honestly, which leads to a continuous spiraling out of control reinforced by worse and worse decisions. Therefore I think Peterson’s condemnation of pc culture is due to its inherit dishonesty. Political correctness is a lie, and it’s a lie that distorts who we are as people. It causes us to ignore reality – like the reality of communism for example (Peterson quotes extensively from Alexander Solzhenitsyn).

If “to thine own self be true” is the core message of Peterson’s book, in some ways it runs in opposition to Goldberg’s, which might be something “to thine own nature’s be not true.” Jonah’s thesis is that it is only when humans went against their own nature that society suddenly flourished. Contra Rousseau, man in a state of nature isn’t such a benevolent being. We are a naturally tribalistic and vicious people, but we’ve overcome these tendencies and society has flourished because of it.

Goldberg’s book is self consciously non-religious. In fact he makes a point of stating in the beginning that he will avoid making religious points. Thus it is the social conservative Goldberg who has written the less religious book of the two. Nonetheless, Goldberg’s other big point is to talk of the “miracle.” The miracle is the development of a (classicly) liberal political order udergirded by capitalism. For thousands and thousands of years humanity barely sustained itself. Then, almost out of nowhere, capitalism took a hold and our standard of living exploded beyond our comprehension. Everyone is better off than they were even a century ago. We live in a far less violent world surrounded by far more luxuries and significantly more access to the necessities of life. A point, by the way, captured brilliantly by this bit of satire from Babylon Bee.

But this is all being threatened by people who want to deny the reality of the miracle. Progressives want to undo this because they – whether they know it or not – are in the thrall of a Rousseauian romantic bent. They think we built this amazing society through exploitation and subterfuge, and so they work to undo our massive accomplishments.

The greatest threat comes from a return to tribalism. Initially this came through the progressive left and the various special interest groups. Goldberg also writes though of the tribalism of the right, evidenced by a dangerous form of nationalism (which he distinguishes, accurately in my view, from patriotism). Whether it is of the right or left, this tribalism is undoing the miracle, and unless we reverse course, the miracle will be vanquished.

As I said, this is a tremendous bit of scholarship. If there’s any fault with Goldberg’s book is that he seems intent on discussing every book he’s read to research for the book, and the narrative flow is sometimes interrupted by citing something else he’s come across. This is a minor criticism, because the book is otherwise excellence.

So how do these two books relate? Ultimately, I think both writers fear that civilization is on the brink, and it’s on the brink because we are in denial. We’re in denial of the great gift we’ve been afforded, and so we distort our reality and fight against the inheritance we have received. As Goldberg might say, we’ve denied the gift of our liberal order. And as Peterson would add, we play a great game of pretend and so exacerbate the underlying tensions.

As is obvious who has read Goldberg he is no fan of the current president, and it would seem neither is Peterson. But that’s not really the point. I think both would see Trump as merely the symptom rather than the cause. Trump is the manifestation of – for Goldberg, tribalism, and for Peterson, the feminization of boys. The problems run much deeper than Trump, and unless we get a handle on things, they will only get worse.

At any rate, both books are excellent correctives to the ails of modern civilization. I can only hope they will be heeded.

Harming Parents and Daycare Workers in One Fell Swoop

Washington DC was built on a malarial swamp. It was still a veritable wasteland well into the 19th century and really even into the early 20th century. Unfortunately someone invented the air conditioner, and things went downhill fast.

As a former resident of the city, and a current resident of one of its suburbs, I can testify that mosquitoes are still a problem, as this place gets unbearably hot right about, oh, now. And it will remain so until October. All that being said, I do not think the heat, nor the mosquitoes, nor the water supply makes people insane. But it is getting more and more difficult to state that unequivocally, not when the branches of the federal government do what they do, nor when the somehow even more batshit crazy local government does what it does. The latest: mandating all childcare professionals have a college degree.

What could possibly go wrong? Um, how about everything.

OSSE suggested the new policy will promote early learning. Thus far, it’s promoted stressful days and long nights, forcing my daughter’s teachers to attend night school after working eight-hour days with infants and toddlers, and take on additional costs to pay for the degree. It has already created hiring challenges. My daughter’s day care started hiring only college-educated workers in preparation for this policy. Accordingly, it’s locked out experienced child caregivers with high school degrees. It also promises to increase costs, further burdening D.C. families who are already struggling with average day care costs of $2,000 per month, among the highest in the nation.

And of course it’s no boon to parents.

It’s not just current parents who should be concerned about this regulation; future parents should be concerned as well. The college degree requirement will raise day-care costs by shrinking the pool of workers eligible to staff them.

That’s a big problem. As any D.C. parent can tell you, finding a good day care is hard work. I spent countless hours researching and competing for a spot at a center with well-trained workers and center administrators, a clean and safe environment and enrichment activities with learning objectives. When an opportunity presented itself, I made a hefty non-refundable deposit without hesitation, relieved to have secured my daughter’s place in the center.

My children are beyond the daycare stage, plus I live in Maryland, which somehow is becoming the least stupid of the three local governing regions between Virginia, DC, and Maryland. When my kids were in daycare they went to a place where I’m reasonably certain the woman in charge was not a college graduate, yet my children received excellent, loving – and pricey – care.

There is no reasonable justification for this requirement. You do not need a college diploma to take care of young children. This will simply limit the number of daycare workers, thus escalating already high pricing. In a city where there are plenty of single parents, this will create even more economic harm. But the well-to-do parents won’t feel the pinch. In other words, we have yet another example of a short-sighted, counterproductive, bureaucratic overreach in a leftist city which will only further the yawning chasm between the upper and lower economic classes.

All in a day’s work.

Physical and Verbal Intimidation Will Surely Show Them Fascists

It’s almost trite now to bemoan the lack of civility and the growth in partisan rancor, but this is truly disturbing.

In some ways I have slightly more respect for the people who threw water on (at?) Tomi Lahren than the keyboard warriors who have demonstrated amazing feats of mental gymnastics to justify this repugnant behavior.

 

Mike Potemra

When a man’s passing causes Andrew Stuttaford, of all people, to wax sentimental, you know he had a tremendous influence. Indeed the outpouring of respect today says much about the man’s character.

I actually had a nice email exchange out of the blue with Mike Potemra once. This must have been about ten years ago or so. He had written a theological post of some kind on National Review, and I think I may have been mildly critical. Some days later I received an email at my work email address for him – I guess he had Googled me and found the address. Perhaps mildly odd, but I didn’t mind, and we exchanged a few nice emails as I told him about my background. He always seemed like a very genial person, and it’s truly sad to hear of his death today.

Life Comes at You Fast

So reading through the Baseball Crank’s twitter feed (that’s now two posts inspired by a platform I technically no longer belong to) and I see this:

First of all, seeing Evan McMullin’s name still causes me to wince. Speaking of which, whatever you do – especially if you are new to this site – please do not keep scrolling down to read my previous posts, especially to say, October 2016.

The reason this tweet caught me by surprise is that I had no idea the Mets were still ahead of the Nats in the standings. I had assumed by now the Mets had free fallen into last – well,  that’s not possible with the Marlins, so fourth. I have not watched a solitary baseball game since the Mets released Matt Harvey, and I’ve even avoided reading about the team.

My reluctance to watch the Mets is not because I disagreed with the decision to let go of Harvey. It was the correct baseball move. But that Harvey had fallen so fast after being the best pitcher in baseball only five years ago was too depressing. I’m tired of becoming invested in players on a team that only disappoints me. It probably didn’t help that Jacob deGrom had left a game with an injury a few days earlier. Now deGrom has returned and is evidently okay, but I think I’ve been traumatized by seeing fleeting success greeted by tragic failure.

Most sports fans are familiar with the bust that was Generation K (aside from Isringhausen’s success as a closer), but to me the worst of all was Dwight Gooden. Sure, he had a good enough (sorry) career, but his first two seasons promised potential greatness. I believe Sandy Koufax commented that he would have traded his past for Gooden’s future.

Unfortunately he was never nearly as dominant as he was in his second season, when at age 20 he put up one of the greatest single season stat lines in the history of the sport.

But that’s part of the issue. Before he turned 21 Gooden has already logged nearly 500 major league innings. Such a workload over two seasons is now inconceivable for pitchers ten years older than Gooden was. Combine that with drug abuse and pitching coach Mel Stottlemyre’s ill-conceived decision to force Gooden to “downplay the strikeouts,” and Gooden was merely a good pitcher for most of the rest of his Mets career.

Gooden is emblematic of the frustration with even the Mets best players. Darryl Strawberry’s career was similar: as good as he was (even great), he never was quite as good as the perhaps unfairly lofty expectations.

And I haven’t even mentioned David Wright, who was perhaps one or two seasons away from having assembled a Hall-of-Fame career before his back betrayed him.

It’s perhaps unfair to dwell on these negative stories, as each of these players also provided a number of great memories. Mets fans drive me nuts by their pessimism, and here I am basically putting my head in the sand lest I feel even greater disappointment from their eventual demise. Short-circuiting that disappointment before it can crush my soul made sense, though I’m starting to think I need to fire up that MLB app once again.

Update: Turns on game.

See Jose Bautista batting fifth.

Turns off game.