Bruce Bentzman's
Suburban Soliloquies #
11

~THE RISE AND FALL OF SCIENCE IN SUBURBIA~

"From perhaps 100,000 people with axes to more than four billion with bombs, rocket ships, cities, televisions, and computers - and all without substantial genetic change." - Stephen Jay Gould

I thought myself born into the "modern" age. According to my schooling, it seemed all the wickedness of superstition and ignorance was in the past, or in foreign countries, and we were taught that we lived in an age of enlightenment and hope. Growing up in the Fifties and Sixties, I confused technology for science and regarded Disneyland, or the 1964 New York World’s Fair as models of the coming Utopia that I would live to see.

At the World’s Fair - "Peace through Understanding" its theme - I watched a man in a white lab coat reach into a clear beaker of liquid and pull from it a nylon cord. So science was magic and the lab coat was the new wizard’s uniform, the thermometer and slide rule his magic wands. Better living through chemistry!

At another pavilion I had my penny irradiated and returned to me. Now, when I passed it under the Geiger counter the instrument would sing out in a flood of clicks. For months after I carried that penny for good luck in my right hip pocket.

I rode on a moving chair through General Motors’ Futurama where their future was modelled in dioramas. They presented a giant tractor-truck chewing its way through the evil Amazon jungle, doing away with that disease filled, bug-infested, wasteland, and in its wake that wonderful, smoking, blinking, grinding tractor-truck left a paved highway, like a slug’s trail. The climax of the ride was the city of the future, a dense city of uncanny shapes that did not intervene with high-speed transportation. I couldn’t wait.

"The fact that reality rarely is what you want it to be is the best evidence that a world beyond our heads does indeed exist!"- Victor J. Stenger

In 1963, when I was all of twelve, I told my sixth grade teacher that Man would be on the moon by 1980. She punished me for my arrogance.

"It is by forgoing the comforts of false certitude that scientists muddle their way to the truth." - Timothy Ferris

In the summer of 1965, several friends and I commuted into Philadelphia once a week to attend lectures on Astronautics at the Franklin Institute. After the lectures we had the entire science museum to ourselves before it opened to the public. We played a version of hide-and-seek, when a few of us would suddenly disappear down one of numerous hidden staircases. The poor fellow who had been abandoned would then go racing through the long halls of exhibits in search of the deserters. We also competed in timed races through the human heart, a two-story model made of fiberglass and rubber that allowed visitors to walk through following the route taken by blood. Alan, now a Computer Scientist for Lucent Technologies, was the unsurpassed champion.

Good Science is a spiritual pursuit of the knowable truth. Science is amoral, as distinct from immoral. When evil people use Science to wicked ends, it gives Science a bad name. It is no different when evil people use Religion to wicked ends.

"The greatest derangement of the mind is to believe in something because one wishes it to be so."- Louis Pasteur

Today Science has taken a different turn. Many Scientists are supporting biodiversity by suggesting the placing of limits and restrictions on development, consumption, and consumerism. It is no longer the modern age into which I was born. All the wickedness of superstition and ignorance is on the rise; Science illiteracy results in creationism, ufology, astrology, homeopathy, to name a few. For what reasons do school boards and taxpayers wish to undermine the critical thinking of an education in Science? I can only think of one. The ignorant can be exploited, either as consumers, or as voters.

Bruce Bentzman

This is the eleventh in a series of regular reports from the life and times of Mr Bentzman. If you've any comments or suggestions, the writer would be pleased to hear from you.