The Leyenda Negra Rears Its Head

Historical objectivity has never been a strong point among leftist ideologues, as Pope Benedict recently discovered when he ventured to contradict the anti-Catholic myth of a genocidal evangelization in the Americas.  Like most good myths, this is a confused mixture of facts and half-truths linked in an implausible chain of causality and intentions.  The brutalities committed by the conquistadores are conflated with the commendable actions of Catholic missionaries, and the term “genocide” is abused to refer to the effects of diseases on the indigenous population.  The falsity of this myth is amply demonstrated by the visible presence of people of indigenous and mixed races throughout Latin America, often seamlessly integrated into the population, whereas in condescending North America, the Indians are almost all either dead or on reservations.

The Pope’s offending statement was that “The proclamation of Jesus and of his Gospel did not at any point involve an alienation of the pre-Columbus cultures, nor was it the imposition of a foreign culture.”  To accuse this erudite pontiff of a gross historical error is to reveal one’s own ignorance, but few leftists could resist the opportunity to trot out the tired old trope of an old man supposedly out of touch with reality.  We are to ignore the fact that their supposed genocide rests on the implausible assumption of a pre-Columbian indigenous population many times greater than that of Europe, and also plays fast and loose with causality.  It is a clumsy error indeed to say that because missionaries were later followed by opportunistic conquistadores that the former endorsed the actions of the latter.  Even if that were the case, it would not affect the truth of the Pope’s statement, lost on careless minds, that evangelization itself did not involve the alienation of pre-Columbian cultures.

A fair-minded person can hardly avoid the conclusion that Catholic missionaries showed tremendous respect for indigenous cultures, in fact to the point that they were sometimes faulted with being too indulgent toward Indian traditions.  The leftists ought to be red with shame for their display of historical ignorance, as evidenced by the career of Mexico’s first Archbishop Juan de Zumarraga, who lived among the Indians in friendly communion, as did many of his successors in the secular and regular clergy.  Catholic missionaries learned Nahuatl and other indigenous languages, composing grammars and publishing histories in the indigenous tongues.  Far from suppressing the indigenous cultures, they gave them a voice through the printed word.  At times, they would even appeal on behalf of the Indians to the government, over matters such as relief from obligatory labor in the building of churches, or more famously, against more heinous crimes such as those related by the Jesuit Bartolome de Las Casas.  Almost everything we know about crimes against the Indians in Latin America are related by outraged Catholic clerics.

In a twist of cruel hypocrisy, the accounts of Las Casas and others were used by the English as propaganda against their Spanish rivals, even as English pirates raided Spanish galleons with Crown’s blessing, privateers trafficked millions of Africans into slavery, and colonists warred with the Indians, who often sided with French Catholics.  To this day, the accounts of Las Casas are cited for rhetorical purposes, without embedding them in the broader historical reality of ordinary relations between the Spanish and Indians, which, if even a tenth as bad as they are portrayed by the left, would never have resulted in a racially integrated Latin America.  There would be hardly any mestizos and mulattos, but demographic reality unmistakably proclaims the contrary.  In contrast, there was virtually no racial mixing in North America; the Indians practically vanished, and mulattos are such a rarity that there is no word for it in English.  Many hand-wringing Caucasians fret over insubstantial disputes over terms like “Indian” or “mulatto”, but a non-bigoted society has no need for sensitivity over arbitrary labels.

Meanwhile, Hugo Chavez tries to appeal to impoverished indigenous peoples by repeating the myth of genocide, while he cynically consolidates his own power and suppresses dissent.  We could hardly ask for a better illustration of the insincerity of supposed concern for indigenous peoples, when the real motivation is poorly disguised hatred of the Church.  The Church has no army, so it is an easy target for weak-kneed revolutionaries who would certainly lack the temerity of those missionaries who went unarmed among the fiercest Indians of South America to preach the Gospel, even to be killed by their catechumens after years of living among them.  For all the modern talk of respecting other cultures, few would have the courage to live this principle to that degree, once again showing how “tolerance” is grounded more in rhetoric than in action.

Color is Everything

The sea pirates were white. The people who were already on the continent when the pirates arrived were copper-colored. When slavery was introduced on the continent, the slaves were black. Color was everything.
– Kurt Vonnegut,
Breakfast of Champions

The American obsession with race still thrives, as the death of Kurt Vonnegut has been obscured by a media frenzy over a petty racial incident. While the BBC devoted a full segment to Vonnegut on 12 April, ABC omitted coverage in favor of the ongoing cause celebre of an aging disc jockey who referred to the Rutgers University women’s basketball team as “nappy-headed hos,” a term so offensive that it is repeatedly broadcast and printed in major media without censorship. Even conceding that the term is racist and that coarse discourse should be banned from the airwaves, we are a long way from accounting for the disproportionate magnitude of the reaction, stoked in part by career race-baiters such as Al Sharpton.

Vonnegut’s observation, “Color was everything,” remains poignant today, despite efforts to create similar obsessions over gender, ethnicity, and sexual behavior. Sharpton actually lamented that not enough feminist groups had mobilized against the sexist aspect of the deejay’s comment, apparently not realizing that even career feminists can’t possibly muster enough outrage to challenge every instance of the word “ho” used in public discourse. Recently, Hispanic groups have sought a share of the spotlight, demanding that a WWII documentary place special focus on Hispanic veterans, a pure example of special pleading taking precedent over scholarly analysis. For many historical questions, ethnic distinctions are simply not relevant, which of course is what no advocacy group wants to hear. Despite their numbers, non-racial advocacy groups can scarcely summon the hysterical shock that follows a single racial slur.

Race remains the ultimate taboo, a topic to be approached only at grave peril. A torrent of blasphemies against God is protected free speech, and our society even takes pride in its liberal tolerance of such discourse, but thou shalt not blaspheme against race, for that is “hate speech”. Our culture worships the gods of racial identity, these mysterious essences of social groups.

The racial pantheon is subordinate to a chief god, “America,” considered as a pseudo-racial identity. “America is the greatest country in the world,” is not a mere patriotic boast, but a conviction of theological certitude, not to be challenged even by those from other lands. A stark example of the supremacy of this cult can be found in the astonishingly racist attitudes of many urban black Americans toward blacks from outside the U.S. Ironically, the historically oppressed groups tend to be the most acutely race-conscious of all.

The cults of racial identity make it impossible to discuss race candidly, as a simple anthropological fact. Our American obsession with color exposes itself at the most importune times, transforming a simple rape allegation into a racial crisis, as was the case with the railroaded Duke University lacrosse team last year. The usual suspects, African-American studies, women’s studies, and English professors (beneficiaries, in some cases, of an academic ideology that favors social identity over qualifications), signed onto an advertisement that was clearly sympathetic to the alleged victim and not to the accused, yet they speciously argued they had not prejudged the case. They did not explain how they could regard the allegation as a sign of “social disaster” unless the rape actually occurred. Given that much of their profession is devoted to subverting academic inquiry to emotional causes, we should not be surprised by this insult to our intelligence.

The best remedy I can see for this self-righteous hypersensitivity is to gently mock these taboos so they are taken less seriously. There are ample opportunities to poke fun at these pseudo-intellectuals and media hos, but for now I’m fagged out.

Credibility Still Counts

The recent scandal involving a Wikipedia editor’s falsified credentials has laid bare the hypocrisy of the open-information movement’s disdain for academic authority.  It turns out that the disgraced “Essjay” repeatedly invoked his fictitious doctoral degrees in theology and canon law to settle disputes in his favor, a remarkable achievement in a forum where credentials ostensibly do not matter.

These fake credentials also served to improve the project’s standing in the media. In the now infamous New Yorker article, Essjay had been cited as an example of an academic expert willing to devote extended time and effort to the “free encyclopedia,” breaking the stereotype of the anti-authoritarian adolescent or young adult with too much free time.  The revelation that Wikipedia’s most notable expert contributor is in fact a 24-year-old community college dropout with too much free time only reinforces the stereotype that most of its editors are homebound young white males, explaining its inordinate emphasis on pop culture and computer science.

In this demographic sector, anti-authoritarianism dies hard (it is usually cured by age, maturity, and life experience), so many of Essjay’s fellow Wikiphiles have taken care to emphasize that he was an excellent contributor, proving that academic credentials are worthless.  In fact, all that is proved is that very little expertise is needed to produce mediocre content, especially when most of it is copied from other sources.  The quality content on Catholic topics came not from Essjay (who had a shallow understanding of most complex issues, regurgitating popular liberal theology), but from the public-domain Catholic Encyclopedia.  The fact that someone as ignorant as Essjay (see his wrongheaded imprimatur comment) could pose as an “expert on Catholicism” (as he laughably styled himself, while admitting to be a non-Catholic – strange vocation!) only reveals the level of illiteracy of the average editor.  This ignorance can be seen throughout the Wikipedia, especially in areas like philosophy, history and theology, where a writer needs to be more than a compiler of facts.

The information iconoclasts claim to judge people not on credentials, but on their expertise as proven by their ability to back up their edits.  In the world of amateur encyclopedists, backing up a claim means linking to an online source that repeats the claim. This practice is a poor substitute for expertise, since just because something isn’t on Google doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist. In 2007, the vast majority of human knowledge is still offline, including most scholarly sources published before 1995.  Those journals which are online are usually available only through secure access, and will not be accessible by linking from a search engine.  Thus the expert who appeals to any offline source of knowledge will be at a disadvantage in a dispute with an amateur who can back up his claim with a link to an online newspaper.

In the final analysis, all content disputes appeal to authority, not the authority of the editors themselves, but that of the references they cite.  It will not suffice to compose one’s own argument, since “original research” is prohibited, but one must appeal to the authority of journalists and academics, the same people whose authority is disdained in the editing process.  This appeal to “reliable sources” (and how can an amateur determine which sources are more reliable?) is a tacit admission that credentials are a necessary, though not sufficient, condition for the construction of a credible article.  Authority cannot be derived from its opposite, but from other authorities who proved their expertise through the rigors of education and experience, and being subjected to expert peer review, for it is the expertise of the reviewers that makes peer review a potent indicator of credibility.  While it is easy to find numerous examples of bias or incompetence among experts, this is not a rational basis for rejecting the entire class in favor of amateurs who are completely dependent on the expert class for information, but lack the experience and judgment to discern the strengths and weaknesses of these authorities.