Sometime
ago I wrote a tongue-in-cheek article about an agnostic advert splashed on the
sides of London buses for a month: There
is probably no God. Now stop worrying and enjoy yourself. I cannot remember
suggesting such a message should be taken to Nigeria, but someone who read the
piece had put that gloss on it, he took in earnest a whimsical iffy question I
asked whether such a message would have any meaning at all in Nigeria. We all know
that for a country as self-deceptively and misnominally secular as Nigeria,
such a message would be taken with the sort of schmaltzy hysteria that many
Nigerians display when confronted with what they consider as godlessness.
Paid advertisements along such agnostic lines have
also been used in other places across the western world. But even beyond the
anger and righteous fury such messages might raise in a place like Nigeria, it
would be no more than superfluous. This sort of dialectical luxury would be
lost on a lot of people in Lagos, for instance. It is not for nothing that
serious theological hairsplitting is sometimes called ‘higher criticism’. But then
something that I thought would have been fine on the friezes of ‘Fashola’s
buses’ had also occurred to me: THERE IS GOD, BUT HE OR SHE OR IT WILL NOT HELP
NIGERIA. This marginally Hegelian bee-in-the-brain stung me a few days ago when
I again read another article in a Nigerian newspaper finished with the
adjuration: May God help us. While I do
understand the automatism of this declaration, it has always interested me – it
nibbles at my secular sensibility. Does anyone really think there is any god
that helps any country to achieve anything?
Let us take the oldest paradigm used by some Judaeo-Christian
naïfs – a raggle-taggle of honorary Zionists, mostly – to shore up God
extending his blessing over a nation. Israel has often been seen as a country
which has achieved something because of being smiled upon by God. Those who
advance this infantile Talmud-ish
argument, Christians and Judaists alike, appear to have over-interpreted their bible (and torah), as most Christians do. In that highly historiographed Jewish
storybook, the ‘Israelite’ saga is one infused with many chops and changes,
laden with as many victories as adversities. The word diaspora, dispersal, is
often used for the scattering of Jews from Palestine following defeats at the
hands of the Babylonians and persecutions by Romans. It wasn’t until 1948 after
six million Jews had been crushed by the Hitler-driven juggernaut of the
Second World War that the state of modern Israel was born. It is not beyond
questioning, or is it, why God allowed ‘his own people’ to be slaughtered in
millions? Well, maybe it is explainable by the cosy theology that God needs to
set trials and tribulations before his loved ones – to test their faith, the
great alibi of Job’s Syndrome. And the modern state of Israel has achieved so
much not by hanging onto spiritual manna from the clouds or having a direct
communication with God through a conduit that travels from their synagogues to
heaven, they have achieved significant autarky by sheer hardheadedness,
determination, drive and brilliance.
Frenchman Simon-Pierre Laplace, who flourished in the
18th century, remains one of the greatest mathematicians the world
has ever known. Upon presenting the French Emperor, Napoleon Bonaparte, with a
copy of his book on celestial mechanics, Napoleon asked Laplace where in his
mathematical work could he detect the ‘hand of God'. As if returning a careful
repartee, Laplace replied, ‘I have no need for that hypothesis,’ God being
‘that hypothesis’. Now Laplace did not exactly set out to dismiss God as an
entity or non-entity (that was not his concern), he was only stating that what
he understood, or was made to understand, to be God had no place in, and
contributed nothing to, how he reached his conclusions. Laplace’s ‘conclusions’
are variegated, substantial and timeless. The Frenchman lent his name to more
than a dozen mathematical formulations which have largely extended the span of
the ‘Agent Intellect.’ This separation of God and intellect has been the driving
force of Western scientific advancement – in the same way that the separation
of Church and state is often the rule in statecraft.
Nor had Einstein any need for the God hypothesis when
he was working out Special and General Theories of Relativity. I picked
Einstein’s name deliberately. A lot of Christians have latched on to his God does not throw dice and other ambiguities to assume that he was religious. A godly Einstein, though
pragmatically pointless, would have constituted a polemical vainglory for
religionists. But contrary to what some would like to believe, Einstein was a
secular, open-minded scientist who saw nothing wrong with using God to garnish
purely atheological conclusions. Anyway, since even a lush-leaved towering tree
like Einstein – an iroko, we might
call him in Yoruba – would not make a forest, it would not have mattered
whether Einstein was religious or not. For some time now only about five
percent of first-rate scientists believe in any sort of creative god. Just as
no one needed any prayer before inventing something as simple as a clothes-peg,
so will prayer be unnecessary before a comprehensive cure is found for AIDS.
The phrase, Genius is ninety-nine percent
hard work, one percent inspiration, supposedly said by Thomas Edison, has
been overused through the years, and there seems to be some truth in the
declaration.
Before anyone would use the homeopathic fallacy of the
one percent coming from God and then percolating into the ninety-nine percent
with grand effect, I would say that in a theological sense, numinous – divine –
inspiration is not likely to produce something as unscriptural and as useful as
the contraceptive and a million other things.
A couple of years ago, the renowned American biologist Craig J Venter, with the help of his team, announced that he has been able to produce artificial life in his institute, a life nipped from a molecular mess otherwise called ‘Darwinian soup’, something other scientists quickly recognised as probably how it may all have begun several billion years ago. Since it was impossible for Darwin or Venter or even that Jewish demiurge called Yahweh to have put the ‘soup’ together all those light years ago, the condiments must have self-selected, as molecules and proteins do. This is something that may put the final nail on the chronological coffin in which Adam and Eve have lain for some time in the commonsensical world. And all right, ‘divine inspiration’ prods people to speak in tongues, to spew gibberish, it provides delusionary balm and helps a Nigerian pastor, for instance, to perfect the act of selling pseudoscriptural snake oil and making massive money from it. What else does it do? I am not sure because if it did more than what I listed above in place like Nigeria, the country would have become a technoscientific wonderland today, a paragon of futuristic innovativeness, full of prayerly, if inventive, geniuses.
A couple of years ago, the renowned American biologist Craig J Venter, with the help of his team, announced that he has been able to produce artificial life in his institute, a life nipped from a molecular mess otherwise called ‘Darwinian soup’, something other scientists quickly recognised as probably how it may all have begun several billion years ago. Since it was impossible for Darwin or Venter or even that Jewish demiurge called Yahweh to have put the ‘soup’ together all those light years ago, the condiments must have self-selected, as molecules and proteins do. This is something that may put the final nail on the chronological coffin in which Adam and Eve have lain for some time in the commonsensical world. And all right, ‘divine inspiration’ prods people to speak in tongues, to spew gibberish, it provides delusionary balm and helps a Nigerian pastor, for instance, to perfect the act of selling pseudoscriptural snake oil and making massive money from it. What else does it do? I am not sure because if it did more than what I listed above in place like Nigeria, the country would have become a technoscientific wonderland today, a paragon of futuristic innovativeness, full of prayerly, if inventive, geniuses.
How far are
we from the world – some 40 years ago – in which a friend of a great-uncle, an
elderly man, coming in from a searing tropical sun, exclaimed the glory of God
when a twirling ceiling fan cooled his sultry hairless head and licked the sweat
on his tubby torso? A few months later,
I heard an old woman endlessly glorify God when she beheld a colour TV that
my dad just bought. And today one still hears the wellnigh racialised idiocy that
while ‘white people’ use their witchcraft to make things like computers and
phones, we (Africans?) use ours to kill people – as if every one of us is a
kind of witch sinking his or her Dracula fangs into everyone around in a
witch-kill-witch world. Should anyone be told that witchcraft, like its twin kin,
religion or superstition, has nothing to do with the invention of the
television and how it works? In reality, there are only computers, televisions,
cars and other ‘miracles’ of science and technology on one side and, on the
other side, their makers: boffins and scientific ‘wizards’ by whom the uninitiated
are bewitched.
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