I’m often impressed at the effort that goes into defending these guys. Impressed, and a bit surprised.
As a civil rights litigator who often represented atypical civil rights clients, I used to have to defend people whom everyone hated. I had to deliver ultimatums to public bodies in public places, and then sometimes administer the punishment, via the courts, when those ultimatums weren’t heeded. I so often had nobody in the room who agreed with me. It’s awfully nasty, sometimes, when you can feel the heat of people’s hostility refocusing on you.
But there were, of course, reasons to do it. These were people who were generally innocent of the crimes against whatever-it-was – the environment, public safety, what-have-you – which the consensus of the booboisie had deemed them guilty of. It made taking on that task worthwhile. It even, after a few rounds, made people question themselves. If I stood up and hollered in favor of the fellow everybody already knew was wrong, and then whupped the County on his behalf in federal court a few months or a few years later, people were astonished. And then they began to maybe, just maybe, see that if I was willing to take this on again, on behalf of someone else who was ALSO known by everybody to be wrong, it might just be that things were a little more complicated and that they needed to listen. My last civil rights client, a much-despised municipal contractor falsely accused of massively overbilling the public, and victimized by an unlawful search, seizure and threats of criminal prosecution which made his life a living hell, made headlines when we settled his case with a large settlement from the clowns who had done these things. Everybody knew he was wrong; and in knowing that, everybody was, in fact, wrong.
When you do that sort of flying-in-the-face-of-what-everyone-thinks-is-reasonable, you don’t want to do it without putting in the work and understanding the merits and really, really drilling down and figuring out that, in fact, what everyone believes is wrong. And there is a genuinely good feeling about it, when the client, once unable to find a lawyer who would even listen, feels vindicated and the intensity of the public hostility is blunted by new troubling doubts.
So if I thought that the ID Creationists were getting unfairly abused, by gum, I would be very happy to go do this sort of thing again. If everybody is wrongly dumping on them, wrongly accusing them of dishonesty, et cetera, it’d be a great feeling to get on their side and show those bad, nasty people what-fer. If that could be the motive, I could readily understand the tenacious and passionate defense they’re given. If that were how things were, I’d be on that side like a shot.
But it’s so obviously not that. What the hell makes a person defend Stephen Meyer for denying that there were mammals before the Eocene, or for trying to hide the ball on the RNA world? What the hell makes somebody waste dozens of messages trying to show that Doug Axe is well justified in saying that biologists now think evolution has stopped? How on earth do people say things in defense of the indefensible? When I had to step up and defend what others thought was indefensible, I had my homework and I knew my facts and my law and I knew I could win. But the passion with which these various defenses are mounted is matched only by the sheer incompetency on the merits which is their most obvious, and unvarying, characteristic.
Why the perversity? Isn’t it obvious to everyone in the room that, if “Intelligent Design” is to be a viable scientific pursuit, the first thing it needs is a new set of proponents who will throw all of the existing ID literature on a bonfire and pledge never to speak of it, or of its authors, again? I can understand how religious prejudice can animate people to wish, passionately, that ID propositions were true. What I cannot understand is the perversity of wishing that so much that one is willing to praise the absolute rubbish which, today, is ID.