newrepublic | It is a different matter when those he sees as his intellectual underlings—religious believers and any who stray from the strictest interpretation of Darwinism—refuse
to follow his lead. Recalling his years at boarding school, Dawkins
winces at the memory of the bullying suffered by a sensitive boy, “a
precociously brilliant scholar” who was reduced to “a state of
whimpering, abject horror” when he was stripped of his clothing and
forced to take cold baths. Today, Dawkins is baffled by the fact that he
didn’t feel sympathy for the boy. “I don’t recall feeling even secret
pity for the victim of the bullying,” he writes. Dawkins’s bafflement at
his lack of empathy suggests a deficiency in self-knowledge. As anyone
who reads his sermons against religion can attest, his attitude towards
believers is one of bullying and contempt reminiscent of the attitude of
some of the more obtuse colonial missionaries towards those they aimed
to convert.
Exactly how Dawkins became the
anti-religious missionary with whom we are familiar will probably never
be known. From what he writes here, I doubt he knows himself. Still,
there are a few clues. He began his pilgrimage to unbelief at the age of
nine, when he learned from his mother “that Christianity was one of
many religions and they contradicted each other. They couldn’t all be
right, so why believe the one in which, by sheer accident of birth, I
happened to be brought up?” But he was not yet ready to embrace atheism,
and curiously his teenage passion for Elvis Presley reinforced his
vestigial Christianity. Listening to Elvis sing “I Believe,” Dawkins was
amazed to discover that the rock star was religious. “I worshipped
Elvis,” he recalls, “and I was a strong believer in a non-denominational
creator god.” Dawkins confesses to being puzzled as to why he should
have been so surprised that Elvis was religious: “He came from an
uneducated working-class family in the American South. How could he not
have been religious?” By the time he was sixteen, Dawkins had “shed my
last vestige of theistic credulity.” As one might expect, the catalyst
for his final conversion from theism was Darwinism. “I became
increasingly aware that Darwinian evolution was a powerfully available
alternative to my creator god as an explanation of the beauty and
apparent design of life. ... It wasn’t long then before I became
strongly and militantly atheistic.”
What is striking is
the commonplace quality of Dawkins’s rebellion against religion. In
turning away from the milk-and-water Anglicanism in which he had been
reared—after his conversion from theism, he “refused to kneel in chapel,” he writes proudly—he
was doing what tens of thousands of Britain’s young people did at the
time. Compulsory religious instruction of the kind that exists in
British schools, it has often been observed, creates a fertile
environment for atheism. Dawkins’s career illustrates the soundness of
this truism. If there is anything remarkable in his adolescent
rebellion, it is that he has remained stuck in it. At no point has
Dawkins thrown off his Christian inheritance. Instead, emptying the
faith he was taught of its transcendental content, he became a
neo-Christian evangelist. A more inquiring mind would have noticed at
some point that religion comes in a great many varieties, with belief in
a creator god figuring in only a few of the world’s faiths and most
having no interest in proselytizing. It is only against the background
of a certain kind of monotheism that Dawkins’s evangelical atheism makes
any sense.
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