Hitchens – God Not Great
I generally like Christopher Hitchens. I don’t agree with everything says – his
strange view on the Iraq war (he was in favor of it) being one area I
disagree. But I like most of what he
writes, especially when he writes about religion. He has a new book out - God Is Not Great: How Religion
Poisons Everything, with excerpts this week in
Slate:
…there
is a real and serious difference between me and my religious friends, and the
real and serious friends are sufficiently honest to admit it. I would be quite
content to go to their children's bar mitzvahs, to marvel at their Gothic
cathedrals, to "respect" their belief that the Koran was dictated,
though exclusively in Arabic, to an illiterate merchant, or to interest myself
in Wicca and Hindu and Jain consolations. And as it happens, I will continue to
do this without insisting on the polite reciprocal condition—which is that they
in turn leave me alone. But this, religion is ultimately incapable of doing. As
I write these words, and as you read them, people of faith are in their
different ways planning your and my destruction, and the destruction of all the
hard-won human attainments that I have touched upon. Religion poisons
everything.
On how Islam is based on the same shaky grounds as
most other religions:
… Islam
when examined is not much more than a rather obvious and ill-arranged set of
plagiarisms, helping itself from earlier books and traditions as occasion
appeared to require. Thus, far from being "born in the clear light of
history," as Ernest Renan so generously phrased it, Islam in its origins
is just as shady and approximate as those from which it took its borrowings. It
makes immense claims for itself, invokes prostrate submission or
"surrender" as a maxim to its adherents, and demands deference and
respect from nonbelievers into the bargain. There is nothing—absolutely
nothing—in its teachings that can even begin to justify such arrogance and
presumption.
Hitchens then goes into more detail about how the
Koran was written many years after the death of the prophet, with the problems
of its provenance this raises. I hope he
has good bodyguards.
And then, hilariously, on the problems with Joseph
Smith and the Mormons.
The
actual story of the imposture is almost embarrassing to read, and almost
embarrassingly easy to uncover. […] In
brief, Joseph Smith announced that he had been visited (three times, as is customary)
by an angel named Moroni. The said angel informed him of a book, "written
upon gold plates," which explained the origins of those living on the
North American continent as well as the truths of the gospel. There were,
further, two magic stones, set in the twin breastplates Urim and Thummim of the
Old Testament, that would enable Smith himself to translate the aforesaid book.
[…]
A
scribe was therefore necessary to take his inspired dictation. This scribe was
at first his wife Emma and then, when more hands were necessary, a luckless
neighbor named Martin Harris. Hearing Smith cite the words of Isaiah 29, verses
11–12, concerning the repeated injunction to "Read," Harris mortgaged
his farm to help in the task and moved in with the Smiths. He sat on one side
of a blanket hung across the kitchen, and Smith sat on the other with his
translation stones, intoning through the blanket. As if to make this an even
happier scene, Harris was warned that if he tried to glimpse the plates, or
look at the prophet, he would be struck dead.
Mrs.
Harris was having none of this, and was already furious with the fecklessness
of her husband. She stole the first hundred and sixteen pages and challenged
Smith to reproduce them, as presumably—given his power of revelation—he could.
(Determined women like this appear far too seldom in the history of religion.)
After a very bad few weeks, the ingenious Smith countered with another
revelation. He could not replicate the original, which might be in the devil's
hands by now and open to a "satanic verses" interpretation. But the
all-foreseeing Lord had meanwhile furnished some smaller plates, indeed the
very plates of Nephi, which told a fairly similar tale. With infinite labor,
the translation was resumed, with new scriveners behind the blanket as occasion
demanded, and when it was completed all the original golden plates were
transported to heaven, where apparently they remain to this day.
And grown people believe in this.
Hitchens' book sounds like it would be a good read.

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