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This nine-minute piece was created by DogmaticCure, which has produced a number of rationalist videos. It touts rationality and science as a palliative for the fear and divisiveness produced by ideology and religion. It’s essentially a visual presentation of Pinker’s Better Angels of Our Nature, though it doesn’t really mention the decline of violence in the last few centuries. I also like to think of it as the victory of fact over faith.
Sadly, among the byproducts of human rationality that this film promotes is the realization—unique among all species—that we’re going to die. And that makes us scared in a way that’s hard to overcome. So long as we can’t, religion will stay with us.
How scared should we be about terrorism? Every terrorist killing in a Western land—be it France, Britain, Denmark, or the U.S.—makes us more and more uncomfortable and frightened. Sometimes people go into full panic mode, or prey on those who do, like the odious Donald Trump.
But, in a new piece in The New Yorker,”Thinking rationally about terror” (free online), physicist Lawrence Krauss says we shouldn’t be so worried. The statistics, he argues, show that terrorist violence in Western countries is negligible compared to the normal background levels of violence, and we’re getting all worked up about very little. His argument includes these paragraphs:
There are about two and a quarter million people in Paris. This means that, if you were living in Paris on the day of the recent attacks, there was roughly a one-in-twenty-thousand chance of being a victim. While that may seem high, the annual likelihood of getting killed by a car in France is almost exactly the same. (Last year, there were three thousand two hundred and fifty traffic fatalities in a population of sixty-four million.)
Murder rates offer another window onto the question. In France as a whole, the annual murder rate over the past five years peaked at around eight hundred and forty—which means that the recent terrorist attacks raised the national murder rate by about fifteen per cent. In Paris, the annual murder rate in previous years has been has high as 2.6 per hundred thousand people; by that measure, the terrorist attacks this year were a significant perturbation, more than doubling the average murder rate. Even so, it’s worth noting that this makes Paris about as dangerous as New York City, where the murder rate has been as high as seven per hundred thousand in recent years. New York is generally considered a very safe city. So, while terrorism has made life in France more dangerous, the new level of danger is one we tolerate—even celebrate—in the United States.
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As far as the U.S. is concerned, it has been pointed out already—by the President, in fact—that about thirty-three thousand people die each year from gunshot wounds. That’s about four hundred thousand people since 2001. By contrast, setting aside 9/11, and even including the San Bernardino shootings, only fifty-four deaths have occurred because of domestic acts of terrorism during that time. Even if you include 9/11, the total death toll from terrorism amounts to less than one per cent of the death toll from gun violence. Just before San Bernardino, the Washington Post reported that, in the first three hundred and thirty-four days of 2015, there had been three hundred and fifty-one mass shootings in the United States—that is, shootings in which four or more people were killed or injured by gunfire. That is more than one per day. It is sobering to recognize that this month’s attack in California, as horrific as it was, does not skew the statistics at all; sadly, December 2nd in San Bernardino was just another average day in the United States. In fact, with over a hundred and eighty people shot each day in this country, even a mass killing like that which occurred in Paris would not significantly affect the death toll from guns in the U.S.
. . . the risks of falling prey to terrorism are nevertheless very small for most Americans. Terrorists have forced us to accept that any activity associated with living in a free society now carries with it a finite, and microscopically small, chance of tragic horror. Still, it’s up to us to choose how to react to this minuscule possibility.
Krauss’s solution is to chill out about the problem, realize the small scale of terrorist violence, and put our energies into problems that can really make us safer, like controlling the rampant proliferation of firearms in the U.S.
In general I agree with Lawrence, especially about gun control. But I’m not sure he’s completely apprehended both the motives of Islamic terrorism or why we’re so scared of it.
The smaller quibble rests on Krauss’s characterization of terrorist motives:
Needless to say, it is terrifying to know that there are individuals living among us with the express intent of killing randomly, for effect. But we must recognize that that’s the point of terrorism: it aims to scare us, thereby disrupting normal life. More than that, terrorism is designed drive a wedge between segments of a community which otherwise might have coexisted peacefully, both politically and socially.
That may be true in part, but the avowed aim of organizations like ISIS goes further: not only to disrupt our societies, but to take them over: make them part of the Caliphate, spreading oppression and sharia law and dismantling democracy. Or, at least, to initiate the Big Battle that will bring on Armageddon. That, and not just random killing, is what we’re scared of: that we’ll lose a democratic society dedicated to equality and Enlightenment values.
More important, although the probability of an attack may be low, it may get higher. If you think of car accidents or the background rate of murder in the U.S. as a chronic disease, you can think of terrorism as the Ebola virus. Yes, the chances such a virus will infect any of us in the U.S. are small, but if it gets established, things could get very bad. When someone with Ebola manages to get to the U.S., we don’t dismiss it by saying, “Look, a lot more people die of cancer!” The alarms go off and stringent health measures are taken.
There’s a reason why people panic about Ebola but not about the statistics on cancer. Our concern doesn’t rest only on current statistics, but about what could come. I’m pretty confident that we can keep things under control, but we don’t know; and that ignorance is what breeds our fear.
A bit over a year ago I posted on some of the most soulful soul songs, but today is the definitive list—my personal choice, of course. At the bottom of the post you can vote for your favorite.
In the earlier post, I gave Wikipedia’s definition of soul music, which included this:
Soul music is a popular music genre that originated in the United States in the 1950s and early 1960s. It combined elements of African-American gospel music, rhythm and blues, and often jazz. Soul music became popular for dancing and listening in the United States – where record labels such as Motown, Atlantic and Stax labels were influential during the period of the civil rights movement.
. . . Catchy rhythms, stressed by handclaps and extemporaneous body moves, are an important feature of soul music. Other characteristics are a call and response between the soloist and the chorus, and an especially tense vocal sound. The style also occasionally uses improvisational additions, twirls and auxiliary sounds.
That kind of music runs the gamut from romantic ballads barely distinguishable from non-soul music, like Lenny Welch’s great song “Since I Fell For You,” to the 14 songs listed below, all of which exemplify that “especially tense vocal sound”. I prefer to think of it as “raw musical emotionality”, and that’s what you’re about to hear.
There are many great soul songs not on this list, for what I’ve chosen below are the most soulful soul songs that I know. I love songs by the Supremes, for instance, but they don’t seem particularly soulful, though they are indeed soul music.
There are no songs on my list sung by non-black people, though of course whites have produced songs that could easily be classified as soul. These include the Righteous Brothers, of course, and Macy Gray has included Hall and Oates’s “Sara Smile” as one of her ten favorite soul songs. Carole King, who’s white, wrote two of the songs below, but it’s the performance that makes a song soulful.
I invite readers, as always, to add their own favorites. Herewith, my own. I’ve chosen live performances when possible (some are lip-synched), but also link to the original version. Note that nine of the 14 songs were released between 1965 and 1967: my peak formative years for music, when I was a junior and senior in high school. Every song is about love save “A Change is Gonna Come”, which is about civil rights.
Ask the Lonely (The Four Tops, vocals by Levi Stubbs, 1965; original version here). I still think this is the most soulful live performance of a soul song ever, save perhaps that of “Night Train” by James Brown at the TAMI concert.)
(For a more recent and truly live version, showing that Stevie’s still got it, go here).
Heat Wave(Martha [Reeves] and the Vandellas, 1963, lip-synched. This was written by the great Motown songwriting team of Holland, Dozier, and Holland).
And here’s the POLL. You can vote only once, so choose carefully. After you vote, you’ll be able to see the latest results. Or, if you want to see the results before voting (which is cheating), just click “view results” in the poll.
I’d prefer if you’d vote for the “most soulful” song, but I expect that your choice will be confluent with your favorite song. In the comments below, please add your own favorites that aren’t given here.
We have three nice arthropods today from reader Mark Sturtevant, and I’m adding a late addition from Stephen Barnard.
A young male whitetail dragonfly (Plathemis lydia). The abdomen of this male will turn white with a waxy bloom as it ages. Females of this species will not do this, and they also have a different pattern of spots on the wings.
The final picture is a very pregnant orbweaver, possibly the Shamrock spider (Araneus trifolium) or a related species. On the same day that I had collected this lady, the wife had visited the farmers’ market and brought home some Romanesco broccoli which is famous for its approximation to a fractal pattern. Well, clearly I should not be left unsupervised with these things. I can report that the taste of this broccoli with hollandaise sauce was rather ordinary, and not repeated on different scales as I had hoped.
And we have this ethereal photo from Stephen, which I’ve made big because it’s arty:
Trumpeter Swans (Cygnus buccinator) on a dry, still, frigid day; mist drawing up from the creek.
It’s Sunday, which means that all our students will be arriving back in Chicago, ready to begin the new quarter tomorrow (we’re on a system of three ten-week quarters). It’s still cold in town today, with temperatures predicted to be just below the freezing point; but outside Hili’s house in Poland it’s a chilly -14°C (7°F). On this day in 1962, Pope John XIII excommunicated Castro (I’m sure Fidel cared), and, in 2000, the last original Peanuts comic strip was published, a strip I followed obsessively as a pre-teen (I cut out every day’s strip and put it in a scrapbook). Finally, on January 3, 1892, J. R. R. Tolkien was born, living until 1973.
And some news from the BBC. In San Diego, USA, a pair of twins were born at the end of the year, one at 11:59 p.m. on Dec. 31 and the second four minutes later. They not only have different birthdays, but were born in different years!
Meanwhile in Dobrzyn, Hili engages in an abstruse dialogue with Malgorzata (she usually talks to Andrzej) that has been given a title:
Schrödinger’s Philosopher
Hili: You have translated a lot of articles.
M: Quite a lot.
Hili: Could you translate an article about a philosopher in an ivory tower who exists or doesn’t exist?
In Polish:
Hili: Dużo tych artykułów przetłumaczyłaś.
Małgorzata: Sporo.
Hili: A czy możesz przetłumaczyć jakiś artykuł o filozofie w wieży z kości słoniowej, który jest albo go nie ma?
Meanwhile, Leon, out for a stroll, discovers 2016:
If all goes well tomorrow, we’ll have a special treat: Professor Ceiling Cat’s (Emeritus) list (and videos) of the most soulful soul songs ever recorded. (This is of course my opinion, and does not necessarily reflect that of the University of Chicago.) And, after listening to them all—of course few people will!—you can vote for your favorite in our online poll.
But I’ll put one entry up now as a teaser because it’s a very powerful performance by The Queen—73 years old when she performed this last year—and because, as you’ll see, it made Barack Obama cry. This was at the 2015 Kennedy Center Honors in Washington, and Aretha Franklin has clearly lost very little since she recorded this classic in 1967.
The blond woman moved to tears is, of course, Carole King, who co-wrote this gorgeous song with Gerry Goffin. She’s clearly startled when she realizes Franklin is performing her own composition.
You’ll recognize some of the other folks, too (look for Clive Davis). Be sure to watch it all.