Showing posts with label hate. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hate. Show all posts

Friday, 25 November 2011

Why I am an Atheist

On freethoughblogs' Pharyngula, it's author, the embryologist PZ Myers, asked for submissions for pieces under the title 'Why I am an Atheist'. I've been reading for them for awhile now, and it only just occurred to me that I should probably contribute, rather than just consuming everyone else's contributions. I'm submitting the piece to the blog, but I thought I'd post it here too. Here it is.

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My mother told me that at a fairly young age,perhaps 4 or 5, I asked whether God was real, and I was told that no one knew, I had to decide for myself, that there was no need to rush a decision, and I shouldn't worry about it. It is only recently that I really came to appreciate the significance of their decision. It is one of the things I am most grateful to them for, amidst a mix of other love and support-based decisions they made in raising me, or perhaps it would be better to phrase that as: in helping me grow.


The reason I give for being an atheist is the base logical statement all interested atheists develop: there is no evidence to suggest there is/are a god or gods. However, I was an atheist long before the matter had been so completely clarified in my own mind. In preparation for writing this I tried to track back the steps, to figure out what exactly caused this position in the original instance.


I live in the UK, and unfortunately British government schools are inextricably married to religion, as a recent entry here attests, with the Conservative-Liberal coalition government sending Bibles to schools. In Primary schools each half of the day begins with prayer, and in both Primary and Comprehensive the day begins with an assembly which is required to contain some Christian-brand religiosity, although in my memory this often amounted to tacking a token prayer to the end, though still requiring pupils to close their eyes, bow their heads and do the hand-clasping prayer gesture. My teenage years were fairly empty of rebellion, and perhaps this is where it snuck out; during prayer I would keep my eyes open and stare around the hall, hoping to catch the eye of a teacher willing to berate me for not joining in. I am a rebel and I showed them. It was very interesting to me, and possibly heartening, to see a number of teachers also not partaking in these displays of public wishing.


Remembering back to other instances, I didn't hold on to a New Testament which was given, by which organisation I'm not sure, to all first year students in Comp (around age 11/12), nor was I very respectful of bibles on a school trip the same year. All school trips I've been on that includes a group of students sleeping at some camp or similar come with their own spooky myths. The myth of this particular location, the University of Lampeter, was that there was a bible in some rooms, and that if you looked in the bible, 3 lions would jump out of the book and eat you. Easily disproved. I made friends with everyone in the corridor by pretending that the Bible was eating my face off, though I am uncertain as to whether this technique holds it's friend-earning potency in adult life.


In my casual observation it seems that the most fervent opponents of religion are those who have been under its thrall at some point, which is odd as debate of this nature is my favourite pastime. I absolutely love talking about religion and atheism, though it seems I never really Believed, nor was I ever told to. I suppose at a push the British education system is still riddled with Xtianity, but the school I personally attended observed their requirements in the most casual way, with very little apparent sincerity. Religious education (R.E.) was a class on the curriculum, but was largely considered a joke subject, with most pupils viewing it as a free lesson, where they misbehaved horrendously. I eventually took the subject as an A-level (age 16-18) where we mostly covered Islam and Ethics. At that level the class was utterly fascinating.


Religions have a lot of hateful opinions, and their justifications for them are, thankfully, spurious and illogical. As far as I can remember I have not personally been noticeably subjugated, mistreated, bullied or coerced religiously at any point. However, a huge number of people have not been so geo-culturally fortunate, and are suffering horrendously because of inherently unsupportable, and therefore illogical, claims, and while that isn't why I am an atheist, that is why I see the importance of making the effort to be as robustly vocally atheist as I can.

Thursday, 21 January 2010

Throw Your Hatred Down

Yes, throw your hatred down. It is more likely to hit a child.


Why do they always sit next to me? Is it because I work in a child-intensive environment? Yes, it is. This in no way changes the fact that I am incredibly enfuried with their behaviour.


Sat in front of a computer screen like chittering gibberlings cheeping at a YouTube video, a video with no sound, as though a chubby woman falling off a table is the funniest thing they could possibly encounter in their idiotic, childish life.


"Oh god like, it's the funniest thing even like, god. When I saw it the first time I was laughing like, so funny, god."


"She's going to fall off the table I can tell. She's going to fall off the table isn't she? I just know she's going to fall off the table. Fall off the table. Off the table."


"Just watch it"


"Table, off of the fall, like, god, falling off the, she is going to isn't she? She is, I can tell"


"AHHAHAHAHAAHHAAHHAHAHAHAH SHE FELL OFF THE TABEL!"


So I hung my head in shame, cast my notepad of comedy ideas into the fireplace, stood up on a table and fell off.


But the kids, they could tell my heart wasn't in it. They saw me as a doppelganger johnny-come-lately, attempting to cash in on the new 'chubby people falling off a table' rage that is sweeping the nation. I was just jumping on the bandwagon, which backfired as there was a table on there, which I promptly fell off.


Of course, what these kids don't realise is that we are just going through a 'chubby people falling off a table' revival, they have no knowledge of it as they weren't alive to catch the craze the first time around. And even the first wave of 'chubby people falling off a table' was highly derivative of their predecessors, drawing heavily from such genres as 'skinny people falling off a table' and 'old people falling off a table'. Of course it's spawned many splinter sub-genres including 'drunk people falling off a table' and even 'chubby people falling off a chair'. I suppose I am too jaded and too much of a 'falling off a table' elitist to enjoy this new wave of light-hearted schadenfreudenanigans.


And thus I lost my faith in youth.


Later on though, I had to rid the room of a group of children who were loitering around the top end of the room not actually using a computer and just looking slightly shifty, which was setting the aged on edge. I asked them to leave and they did, leaving their chairs scattered haphazardly as they went. My heart sank further, thinking to myself; what cost is there on neatness?


One of the shaven chimpanzees caught my gaze, understood his mistake and sheathed the chairs underneath their respective desks. He cast his eyes at me, like a puppy awaiting a treat having pissed in an appropriate location. I smiled at him wanly.


"Cheers, butt" I said.


He smiled, nodded his head and bowed out of the double doors graciously.


I still don't like kids though.


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