Kitty Genovese, 50 Years Later

Kitty Genovese was murdered on yesterday's date 50 years ago.  Many of us who are old enough to remember it, do.  But why do we remember it?  And what was, or was made out to be,  the meaning of that event?

I now hand off to Nicholas Lemann, A Call for Help.  Among the fascinating details I didn't know:

Aside from the guilty reflections it inspired, the Genovese case had some tangible consequences. It helped in the push to establish 911 as an easy-to-remember national police emergency number; in 1964, the most reliable way to call the police in New York was to use the specific telephone number of each precinct, and caller response wasn’t always a high priority. Two psychologists, Bibb Latané and John Darley, created a new realm of research into what came to be called the bystander effect, the main finding of which is that your likelihood of intervening in a Genovese-like incident increases if you believe that there are very few other bystanders. The effect has stood up through repeated experiments. In 1977, Winston Moseley, engaged in a periodic attempt to be granted parole, had the chutzpah to argue in a Times Op-Ed piece that his misdeed had wound up making the world a better place: “The crime was tragic, but it did serve society, urging it as it did to come to the aid of its members in distress or danger.”

Kitty genovese tending bar

The Philosopher and the Thief

John Kaag in Harper's tells a fascinating story of William Ernest Hocking and his library, and he tells it well. (HT: Seldom Seen Slim)  No bibliophile could fail to enjoy it.

And this raises one of life's greatest mysteries.  Why do some of us value good books above bread while others of us are indifferent to them?  A harsh answer tempts me: the latter are human only in a biological sense.  But I warn myself not to succumb to misanthropy.

Here is John Kaag's PhilPapers page.

I have wrtten at least two Hocking entries.

Hocking on the Anarchist and the Criminal

Hocking on the Value of the Individual

Hugh McCann on the Implications of Divine Sovereignty

I have in my hands the Winter 2014 issue of American Catholic Philosophical Quarterly.  It contains (pp. 149-161) my review essay on McCann's 2012 Creation and the Sovereignty of God.  Many thanks to Peter Lupu and Hugh McCann for comments and discussion, and to the editors for allowing me to expand my review into a review article.

I see that the same issue contains a reply by Peter Dillard to Ed Feser anent James F. Ross' case for the immateriality of abstract thinking.  I'll have to study that for sure. 

The Obligatory, the Supererogatory, and Two Moral Senses of ‘Ought’

This is an old post from the Powerblogs site, written a few years ago.  The points made still seem correct.

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Peter Lupu's version of the logical argument from evil (LAFE) is committed to a principle that I formulate as follows:

P. Necessarily, agent A ought to X iff A is morally obligated to X.

This principle initially appealed to me, but then I came to the conclusion (with the help of the enigmatic Phil Philologos or was it Seldom Seen Slim?) that the biconditional (P) is correct only in the right-to-left direction. That is, I came to the view that there are moral uses of 'ought' that do not impute moral obligations. But so far I have not convinced Peter. So now I will try a new argument, one that explores the connection between the obligatory-supererogatory distinction and the thesis that there are two moral senses of 'ought.' Here is the gist of the argument:

Deconstructing God: Gutting Interviews Caputo

Another in the NYT Opiniator series.  This one is particularly bad and illustrates what is wrong with later Continental philosophy.  Earlier Continental philosophy is good: Brentano, Meinong, Husserl, early Heidegger, early Sartre, and a whole host of lesser lights including Stumpf, Twardowski, Ingarden, Scheler, von Hildebrand, Edith Stein, et al.  The later movement, however, peters out into bullshit with people like Derrida who, in the pungent words of  John Searle, "gives 'bullshit' a bad name."

This is the third in a series of interviews about religion that I am conducting for The Stone. The interviewee for this installment is John D. Caputo, a professor of religion and humanities at Syracuse University and the author of “The Prayers and Tears of Jacques Derrida: Religion Without Religion.”

Gary Gutting: You approach religion through Jacques Derrida’s notion of deconstruction, which involves questioning and undermining the sorts of sharp distinctions traditionally so important for philosophy. What, then, do you think of the distinction between theism, atheism and agnosticism?

John Caputo: I would begin with a plea not to force deconstruction into one of these boxes. I consider these competing views as beliefs, creedal positions, that are inside our head by virtue of an accident of birth. There are the people who “believe” things from the religious traditions they’ve inherited; there are the people who deny them (the atheism you get is pegged to the god under denial); and there are the people who say, “Who could possibly know anything about all of that?” To that I oppose an underlying form of life, not the beliefs inside our head but the desires inside our heart, an underlying faith, a desire beyond desire, a hope against hope, something which these inherited beliefs contain without being able to contain.

One could be forgiven for stopping right here, though I read the whole thing.  First of all, it is simply false to maintain that one is a theist or an atheist or an agnostic "by virtue of an accident of birth."  Some are brought up theists and become atheists or agnostics.  Some are brought atheists and become theists or agnostics. And so one.  It is also wrong for Caputo to imply that those brought up theist or atheist can have no reasons for their theism or atheism.  Then there is the silly opposing of beliefs and desires, head and heart.  And the talk of a form of life as if it does not involve beliefs.  Then the empty rhetoric of desire beyond desire.  Finally, the gushing ends with the contradictory "contain without being able to contain."

The interview doesn't get any better after this.  But there is an insight that one can pick out of the crap pile of mush and gush:  there is more to religion than doctrinal formulations: the reality to which they point cannot be captured in theological propositions.

Retractio 3/11.  Joshua H. writes,

As one of your loyal "continental"-trained readers, I must say I agree that Caputo's performance in the NYT elicits a rather terrible odor of self-congratulatory BS. But surely "later" continental philosophy as a whole doesn't suffer from this unfortunate illness?! Gadamer, Frankfurt School, Ricoeur, among others? Surely Gadamer-Habermas and Habermas-Ratzinger are some of the most interesting debates the discipline has produced in the last 50+ years?

As someone who, back in the day, spent his philosophical time mainly on Gadamer and Habermas and Adorno and Horkheimer and Levinas and Ricoeur, et al., I must agree that Joshua issues a well-taken corrective to what I hastily wrote above at the end of a long day of scribbling.  The later movement cannot be dismissed the way I did above.  I would, however, maintain that the quality declined as the movement wore on and wears on.

I will also hazard the observation, sure to anger many, that just as one becomes more conservative and less liberal with age, and rightly so, one becomes more analytic and less Continental, and rightly so.  It is the same with enthusiasm for Ayn Rand and Nietzsche.  Adolescents are thrilled, but as maturity sets in the thrill subsides, or ought to.

I present some reasons for my aversion to much of the later Continental stuff — an apt word — in The Trouble with Continental Philosophy: Badiou. 

Heidegger’s Black Notebooks to Appear

HeideggerThis old Heidegger man can't help but wait with bated breath for this material to see the light of day.

In his will, Heidegger, who died in 1976, stated the order in which his unpublished writings were to be released. That drawn-out process is why the 1,200 pages of the 1930s and 1941 notebooks are being published only now.

The new material "is something very surprising, something we’ve never seen before," says Mr. Trawny, director of the Martin Heidegger Institute at the University of Wuppertal. The scholar was chosen by the Heidegger family to edit the three volumes of the leather-covered black notebooks.

"In the late 1930s and early 1940s, Heidegger was very angry," says Mr. Trawny. By then, he says, the philosopher realized that both Nazi ideology and his own philosophical mission, which was predicated on a national revolution and Germany’s dominance in Europe, were going to fail. "In this anger, he makes reference to Jews, including some passages that are extremely hostile. We knew that he had expressed anti-Semitism as private insights, but this shows anti-Semitism tied in to his philosophy," says Mr. Trawny.

Though unreleased, the Black Notebooks material is already causing a furor.  Cf. Robert Zaretsky, Martin Heidegger's Black Notebooks Reignite Charges of Antisemitism.

Related:  The Latest Heidegger Controversy

Heidegger: Nazi Philosopher or Nazi Philosophy?

Abstain the Night Before, Feel Better the Morning After

Do you regret in the morning the spare supper of the night before or the foregoing of the useless dessert?  Do you feel bad that you now feel good and are not hung over?  You missed the party and with it the  ambiguity and unseriousness and dissipation of idle talk.  Are you now troubled by your spiritual continence?

As for idle talk, here is something good from  Franz Kafka: The Diaries 1910-1923, ed. Max Brod, Schocken 1948, p. 199:

In the next room my mother is entertaining the L. couple. They are talking about vermin and corns. (Mrs. L. has six corns on each toe.) It is easy to see that there is no real progress made in conversations of this sort. It is information that will be forgotten again by both and that even now proceeds along in self-forgetfulness without any sense of responsibility.

I have read this passage many times, and what delights me each time is the droll understatement of it: "there is no real progress made in conversations of this sort." No indeed. There is no progress because the conversations are not seriously about anything worth talking about. There is no Verantwortlichkeit (responsibility): the talk does not answer (antworten) to anything important in the world or anything real in the interlocutors. It is jaw-flapping for its own sake, mere linguistic behavior which, if it conveys anything, conveys: ‘I like you, you like me, and everything’s fine.’  An expression of boredom, it does little to alleviate it.

The interlocutors float along in the inauthenticity (Uneigentlichkeit) of what Heidegger calls das Man, the ‘they self.’ Compare Heidegger’s analysis of idle talk (Gerede) in Sein und Zeit (1927), sec. 35.

Am I suggesting that one should absolutely avoid idle talk?  That would be to take things to an unnecessary and perhaps imprudent extreme.  It is prudent to get yourself perceived as a regular guy — especially if you are an 'irregular guy.'

Automotive Frugality and Manual Air Conditioning

This is an old post rescued from the old blog, dated 20 May 2007.  Some things have changed.  But all the details were true then.

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There are some people with whom I would not want to enter a frugality contest. Keith Burgess-Jackson is one of them. I seem to recall him saying that he doesn't own a clothes dryer: he hangs his duds out on a line in the Texas sunshine. Not me. This BoBo (bourgeois bohemian, though not quite in David Brooks' sense) uses both washer and dryer. But I have never owned an electric can opener (what an absurdity!), nor in the three houses I have owned have I used the energy-wasting,  house-heating, noise-making, contraptions known as dishwashers. The  houses came with them, but I didn't use 'em. In the time spent loading and unloading them, one can have most of one's dishes washed by hand.  And tall guys don't like bending down. Besides, a proper kitchen clean-up job requires a righteous quantity of hot sudsy water.

So I'm a frugal bastard too. And on the automotive front, I've got Keith beat. His car is old as sin, but mine is older, as old as Original Sin. It's a 1988 Jeep Cherokee base model: five-speed manual tranny, 4.0 liter, six-cylinder engine, four-wheel drive, off-road shocks, oversized tires, and manual air conditioning despite the fact that I live in the infernal Valle del Sol — from which I don't escape in the summer like some snowbird wimps I could mention. Manual air  conditioning: if you want air, you use your God-given hands to roll  down the windows. In this part of the country manual A/C is also know to the politically incorrect as 'Mexican air conditioning.' 'Roll down the windows, Manuel!'

One blazing hot August I drove straight through from Bishop, California to Chandler, Arizona, 600 miles, alone. Stopping for gas in Blythe, on the California side of the Colorado river, I noted that the afternoon temperature was 115 degrees Fahrenheit in the shade. Bouncing along Interstate-10 I saw that the only people with their windows down were me and the Mexicans.

It's no big deal, really, driving through 115 degree heat in the middle of the day in the middle of the desert with the windows down.  You take a bandanna and soak it in the ice water in your cooler and wrap it around your neck. When the dry blast of desert wind hits the wet bandanna some serious evaporation takes place cooling your neck and with it the rest of your body. Feeling a little drowsy after four hundred miles of nonstop driving? Stoke up a cheap cigar, say that Swisher Sweet that's been aging under the seat alongside those oily shop rags, and throw another audio tape into the deck. May I recommend Dave  Brubeck? Or how about Kerouac reading to the piano accompaniment of Steve Allen? Or perhaps that latter-day beat, Tom Waits.

With four on the road, one in the hand, a cigar in the mouth, some boiling hot McDonald's drive-through java in the other hand, Brubeck on the box,  proudly enthroned at the helm of a solid chunk of Dee-troit iron, rolling down a wide-open American road, with a woman waiting at the end of the line, you're feeling fine.

I bought the Jeep around Thanksgiving, 1987 and come this Thanksgiving it will have been twenty years. Expect another post in celebration. An old car is a cheap car: cheap to operate, cheap to insure, cheap to  register. My last registration renewal cost me all of $31.39 for two years. My wife's late model Jeep Liberty, however, set us back $377.93  for two years. With a five-speed manual tranny, a six cylinder engine,  and no A/C I can easily get 25 mpg. With a tailwind, 30 mpg.

So I don't want to hear any liberal bullshit about all SUVs being gas guzzlers. Your mileage may vary.

Americans are very foolish when it comes to money. If you want to stay  poor, buy a new car every four or five years. That's what most Americans do. And if you finance the 'investment,' you compound your  mistake. Buy a good car, pay cash, and keep it 10+ years. Better yet, live without a car. From September 1973 to May 1979 I lived and lived well without a car. But I was in Boston and Europe, compact places.

Saturday Night at the Oldies: Unrequited and Lost Love

Here a few of many I like.

The Left Banke, Walk Away Renee, 1966.  This song is the personal soundtrack to  40-year-old memories of a woman, older than me, whom I loved from afar, a love never revealed to its object.  Does hidden love count as unrequited love?

The Left Banke, Pretty Ballerina, 1967

Don Gibson, Sea of a Heartbreak, a country-rock crossover hit from 1961, and one of the best.  Underplayed.  I heard it in '61, and didn't hear it again until '89.

Elvis Presley, Return to Sender

Lenny Welch, Since I Fell for You, 1963.  You say it's sentimental?  Well, what would life be without sentiment and feeling?  Qualia are what make life worth living, as a philosopher might put it.  It would be interesting to try to figure out just what sentimentality is, and what is wrong with it. 

One self-indulgently 'wallows' in a sentimental song, giving into its 'cheap' emotions. The emotions are 'false' and 'faked.' The melody and lyrics are formulaic and predictable, 'catchy.' The listener allows himself to be manipulated by the songwriter who is out to 'push the listener's buttons.' The aesthetic experience is not authentic but vicarious. And so on. Adorno would not approve.

Knowledge, Belief, Action: Three Maxims

1. Don't claim to know what you merely believe even on good evidence.

2. Don't claim to believe what you are not prepared to act upon.

3. Don't let insufficient evidence prevent you from believing what you are better off believing in the long run than not believing in the long run.

A Design Argument From Cognitive Reliability

 A theist friend requests a design argument.  Here is one.

You are out hiking and the trail becomes faint and hard to follow. You peer into the distance and see three stacked rocks. Looking a bit farther, you see another such stack. Now you are confident which way the trail goes.

Your confidence is based on your taking the rock piles as more than merely natural formations. You take them as providing information about the trail's direction, which is to say that you to take them as trail markers, as meaning something, as about something distinct from themselves, as exhibiting intentionality, to use the philosopher's term of art. The intentionality, of course, is derivative rather than original. It is not part of your presupposition that the cairns of themselves mean anything. Obviously they don't. But it is part of your presupposition that the cairns are physical embodiments of the original or intrinsic intentionality of a trail blazer or trail maintainer. Thus the presupposition that you make when you take the rock piles as providing information about the direction of the trail  is that an intelligent being designed the objects in question with a definite purpose, namely, to indicate the trail's direction.

Of course, the two rock piles might have come into existence via purely natural causes: a rainstorm might have dislodged some rocks  with gravity plus other purely material factors accounting for their placement. And their placement might be exactly right.  Highly unlikely, but possible. This possibility shows that the appearance of design does not entail design.  A stack of rocks may appear to be a cairn without being one.  A cairn, by definition, is a marker or memorial, and thus an embodiment of meaning, meaning it cannot possess intrinsically in virtue of its mere physicality, e.g., its being a collocation of bits of rhyolite. 

Nevertheless, your taking of the rock piles as trail markers presupposes (entails) your belief that they were put there by someone to mark the trail.  It would clearly be irrational to take the piles as evidence of the trail's direction  while at the same time maintaining that their formation was purely accidental. And if you later found out that they had come into being by chance due to an earthquake, say, you would cease interpreting them as meaning anything, as providing information about the trail. One must either take the rock piles as meaningful and thus designed or as undesigned and hence meaningless. One cannot take them as both  undesigned and meaningful. For their meaning — 'the trail goes that-a-way' — derives from a designer whose original intentionality is embodied in them.

In short: the rock stacks have no meaning in themselves.  They have meaning only as embodying the original intentionality of someone who put them there for a purpose: to show the trail's direction.  The hiker who interprets the stacks as meaningful presupposes that they are embodiments or physical expressions of original intentionality and not accidental collocations of matter.

Now consider our incredibly complex sense organs and brain. We rely on them to provide information about the physical world. I rely on eyesight, for example, both to know that there is a trail and to discern some of its properties. I rely on hearing to inform me of the presence of a rattlesnake. I rely on my brain to draw inferences from what I see and hear, inferences that purport to be true of states of affairs external to my body. The visual apparatus (eye, optic nerves, visual cortex and all the rest) exhibits apparent design. It is as if the eyes were designed for the purpose of seeing. As we say colloquially, eyes are for seeing.  But the appearance of design is no  proof of real design. And indeed, human beings with their sensory  apparatus are supposed to have evolved by an unguided  process of natural selection operating upon random mutations. If so, eye and brain are cosmic accidents.  The same goes for the rest of our cognitive apparatus: memory, introspection, reason, etc.

But if this is the case, how can we rely on our senses to inform us about the physical world? If eye and brain are cosmic accidents, then  we can no more rely on them to inform us about the physical world than we can rely on an accidental collocation of rocks to inform us about the direction of a trail.

As a matter of fact, we do rely on our senses. Our reliance may be mistaken in particular cases as when a bent stick appears as a snake. But in general our reliance on our senses for information about the world seems  justified. Our senses  thus seem reliable: they tend to produce true beliefs more often than not when functioning properly in their appropriate environments. We rely on our senses in mundane matters but also when we do science, and in particular when we do evolutionary biology. The problem is: How is our reliance on our sense organs justified if they are the accidental and undesigned products of natural selection operating upon random mutations?

To put it in terms of rationality: How could it be rational to rely on our sense organs (and our cognitive apparatus generally) if evolutionary biology under its naturalistic (Dawkins, Dennett, et al.) interpretation  provides a complete account of this cognitive apparatus? How could it be rational to affirm both that our cognitive faculties are reliable, AND that they are accidental products of blind evolutionary processes? That would be like affirming both that the cairns are reliable trail indicators AND that they came about by unguided natural processes.  I agree with Richard Taylor who writes:

     . . . it would be irrational for one to say both that his sensory
     and cognitive faculties had a natural, nonpurposeful origin and
     also that they reveal some truth with respect to something other
     than themselves, something that is not merely inferred from them.
     (Metaphysics, 3rd ed. p. 104)

   This train of thought suggests the following aporetic triad or antilogism:

1. It is rational to rely on our cognitive faculties to provide access to truths external to them.

2. It would not be  rational to rely on our cognitive faculties if they had come about by an unguided  process of natural selection operating upon random genetic mutations.
  
3. Our cognitive faculties did come about by an unguided process of natural selection operating upon random genetic mutations.

The limbs of the triad are individually plausible but collectively inconsistent: they cannot all be true.  From any two limbs one can validly argue to the negation of the remaining one.  So, corresponding to our antilogism there are three valid syllogisms. One of them is a design argument that argues to the negation of (3) and the affirmative conclusion that behind the evolutionary process is intelligent, providential guidance.  "And this all men call God."

To resist this design argument, the naturalist must reject either (1) or (2).  To reject (2) is to accept the rationality of believing both that our cognitive faculties arose by accident and that they produce reliable beliefs. It  is to accept the rationality of something that, on the face of it, is irrational.  To reject (1) is not very palatable either.  But I suppose one could bite the bullet and say, "Look, we are not justified in relying on our cognitive faculties, we just rely on them and so far so good."

A mysterian naturalist could say this:  Our cognitive faculties came about through an unguided evolutionary process; it is rational to rely upon them; but our cognitive architecture is such that we simply cannot understand how it could be rational to rely on processes having this origin.  For us, the problem is insoluble, a mystery, due to our irremediable  limitations.  Just because it is unintelligible to us how something could be the case, it does not follow that it is not the case. 

The best objection to this little design argument I have sketched comes from  the camp of Thomas Nagel.  Nagel could say, "You have given good reason to reject unguided evolution, but why can't the guidance be immanent?  Why must there be a transcendent intelligent being who supervises the proceedings?  Nature herself is immanently intelligible and unfolds according to her own immanent teleology.  You cannot infer theism since you haven't excluded the pansychist option."

Of course, one could beef up the design argument presented by working to exclude the panpsychist option.

How to ‘Derive’ Ought from Is

I demanded an argument valid in point of logical form all of whose premises are purely factual but whose conclusion is categorically (as opposed to hypothetically or conditionally) normative.  Recall that a factual proposition is one which, whether true or false, purports to record a fact,  and that a purely factual proposition is a factual proposition containing no admixture of normativity. 

My demand is easily, if trivially, satisfied.

Ex contradictione quodlibet.  From a contradiction anything, any proposition, follows.  This is rigorously provable within the precincts of the PC (the propositional calculus).  As follows:

1. p & ~p 
2. p  (from 1 by Simplification)
3. p v q (from 2 by Addition)
4. ~p & p (from 1 by Commutation)
5. ~p (from 4 by Simplification)
6. q (from 3, 5 by Disjunctive Syllogism)

Now plug in 'Obama is a liar' for p and 'One ought to be kind to all sentient beings' for q.  The result is:

Obama is a liar 
Obama is not a liar
Ergo
One ought to be kind to all sentient beings.

My demands have been satisifed.  The above is an argument valid in point of logical form whose premises are all purely factual and whose conclusion is categorically normative.

I am demanding too little!