I’ve just been reviewing my experiences with Christopher Hitchens.
He informed me, entertained me, provoked me like nobody else, and I
will miss his antic spirit more than I can say. I didn’t know him for
long, though I’d been reading his pieces, with mixed reactions, for
years. We met in early 2007, and had dinner in Las Vegas, where we were
both appearing in an Amazing Randi meeting. He kindled a happy bonfire of discussion that continued intermittently in meetings and emails.
One moment stands out, and it was, in fact, the last time I saw him
face to face, in November of 2009, more than two years ago. We were both
appearing in a debate as part of the program of Ciudad de las Ideas, an
excellent gathering held annually in Puebla, Mexico. (It’s modeled on
TED-I call it TED Mex. Go. It’s well worth the visit.) One of the
speakers for the other side, the God side, was Rabbi Shmuley Boteach,
and after our short set pieces, the rebuttals started with the rabbi. We
each were allotted four minutes only for rebuttal, and the rabbi
launched into a series of outrageous claims trying to besmirch Darwin
and evolutionary biology by claiming that Hitler was inspired by Darwin
to organize slaughters to ensure the survival of his race. I sat there,
dumfounded and appalled, and tried to figure out how best to rebut this
obscene misrepresentation when my turn came.
Christopher didn’t wait his turn. “Shame! Shame!” he bellowed,
interrupting Boteach in mid-sentence. It worked. Boteach backpedaled,
insisting he was only quoting somebody who had thus opined at the time.
Christopher had broken the spell, and a particularly noxious spell it
was.
Why hadn’t I interrupted? Why had I let this disgusting tirade
continue, politely waiting my turn? Because I was in diplomacy mode,
polite and respectful, in a foreign country, following my host’s
directions for how to conduct the debate. But what Christopher showed
me--and I keep it in mind now wherever I speak--is that there is a time
for politeness and there is a time when you are obliged to be rude, as
rude as you have to be to stop such pollution of young minds in its
tracks with a quick, unignorable shock. Of course I knew that as a
general principle, but I needed to be reminded, to be awakened from my
diplomatic slumbers by his example.
We have all heard, endlessly, about how angry and rude the new
atheists are. Take a good hard look at their work, at the books and
talks by Hitchens, Dawkins and Harris, and you will find that they are
more civil, less sneering, less given to name-calling than such
religious apologists as Terry Eagleton or Alvin Plantinga or Leon
Wieseltier. It is just that many people are shocked to see religious
institutions, ideas, and spokespeople challenged as intensely as we
expect banks, big pharma, and the oil industry to be challenged.
Of all the “Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse” Hitchens was clearly the
least gentle, the angriest, the one most likely to insult his
interlocutor. But in my experience, he only did it when rudeness was
well deserved--which is actually quite often when religion is the topic.
Most spokespeople for religion expect to be treated not just with
respect but with a special deference that is supposedly their due
because the cause they champion is so righteous. Then they often abuse
that privilege by using their time on the stage to misrepresent both
their own institutions and the criticisms of them being offered.
How should one respond to such impostures? There are actually two
effective methods, and I recommend both of them, depending on the
circumstances: you can follow Hitch and interrupt (“Liar, liar, pants on
fire!” or its equivalent). Or you can try something a little bit more
diplomatic: You can call the person a faith fibber, my mock-diplomatic
term for those who are liars for God. If you are sure your interlocutor
is just another religious bully, go Hitch’s route: Call him a liar, and
don’t stop until he stops. If you think your interlocutor may have been
lured a little over the line of truth by otherwise commendable zeal, you
can ask them if they aren’t indulging in a little faith fibbing. That
works on occasion too.
The main point is this: Don’t let anybody play the God card in these
discussions as if it were a “Get Out of Jail Free” card that excuses
misrepresentation. Hitch would not hesitate to call out the pope, or
Mother Teresa, or anybody else. Honor his memory by following his
example.