This evening I attended an open house at
Providence Academy--the palatial 'traditionalist' 'conservative Catholic'--place
deconstruct-me quotes where you please--K-12 in Plymouth.
The school puts on open houses three or four times per year, primarily for families considering enrolling children here. The facility is of elite private school caliber, though the kitsch
back-to-colonial-days architecture betokens a certain mental dullness.
A mom-phalanx greets me and I am escorted upstairs to the event. Attractive recent graduates, current students, teachers, parents and administrators extol the institution's multifaceted charms and moral benefits. No superlative seems sufficient.
The school is 'very Catholic,' with religious dogma ostensibly permeating every moment; there are plenty of crucifixes and Jesus pictures. I don't see any obvious priest or nun during my entire time here.
A dad asks if the school teaches evolution. He wants to be reassured that the school allows Darwin no quarter.
The chairman of the school's religion department fields the question, pussyfooting this way and that. He advances his 'personal' viewpoint on the subject: There probably wasn't
Evolution--as in gradual genetic change linking some earliest single-celled ancestor and
us--'but clearly there was
some development, though it's
nonsense to suggest that humans were created
just by pure random chance.'
'If you believe
that, my friend,
you are the radical and
I am the moderate'--goes the school's put-upon middle-brow 'cultural conservative' ideology.
I interject, 'Evolution is the basic theory underlying the science of biology. If you reject evolution, you should, as an ethical educator, inform your students that almost all
biologists accept evolution--it is not even a controversial subject, within university biology departments.' He cheapshots Dawkins, then proclaims:
'We're not here to engage in a
debate.' No one is allowed to challenge superstitious stupidity
here, in this temple of inquiry.
Wouldn't want that. These are quite scripted events, of course; I pay immediately by being cast the evening's
enemy of civility, a favorite rhetorical weapon for religious people--the unreviewable
civility edict. Normality resumes.
The religion teacher voices a popular social stance, among adherent middle-class Catholics: 'The society out there is
very secular. Religion even sometimes gets
ridiculed. This culture really kicks us around.'
When they recite this shibboleth, Providencers might also note: Ours is a social order exceedingly
friendly to religious belief. The tax exemption alone is equivalent to
gargantuan recurring subsidies. The ritualized complaint about contemporary America being
a very secular place should not fail to acknowledge our extreme generosity, subsidizing churches year after year, even as they insult skeptics and promulgate the taboo against criticism.
The people at Providence Academy don't believe that having their views challenged is good: Life--
family life--gains beauty and innocence when we declare permanent loyalty to historical assertions for which no evidence exists. Devoting one's life to a list of magical absurdities becomes much easier when one is surrounded by well-dressed striving peers who are committed to upholding their end of the hypocrisy-exchange.
The 'headmaster'--disneyfication nowhere ceases at Providence--thunders if malcontents call his pupils
cowed and
protected and they define
protected as 'residing within a wholesome, orderly social space, where goodness and Jesus take center stage,' then he will proudly plead guilty, thank you very much. (The
stoic victim pose forever remaining in style here.)