There’s a woman in my massage therapy class who didn’t know before yesterday that octopi and squid have beaks. I thought everyone knew that.
Well, OK, maybe that’s not all that scary, but…
I was watching some late-night documentaries on MSNBC Saturday night. One of them concerned a woman who, apparently in a state of postpartum psychosis, had murdered her two-week-old son. The family was interviewed, and the woman’s mother said that yes, for a few weeks just prior to the birth, and continuing until after the child was born, her daughter had been acting strangely. For one thing, she began plucking out her body hair with tweezers. After giving birth, the new mother seemed listless, this normally vibrant woman didn’t smile anymore, seemed distant… but she had never heard of something called postpartum depression (which, in its most sever form, can become a psychosis). If she had, she would have gotten her daughter some help, possibly saving her infant grandson’s life. WTF? Hadn’t heard of postpartum depression? The murder happened in 1998, postpartum depression has been widely publicized in the media since at least 1985. Did this woman never read a newspaper or magazine, turn on the TV or radio and watch/listen to the news? How can a person be that insulated?
I used to work with a guy, devout member of the United Pentcostal Church, didn’t know who Martin Luther was. Insisted that he wasn’t a Protestant, he was a Christian. I had a helluva time trying to relate a brief history of the Protestant Reformation. I told him he needed to study up on church history, and he said, “I went to school to learn history. I go to church to learn about the Spirit.” He also didn’t know that the event for which his denomination was named was a Jewish feast that took place fifty days (or seven weeks) after the Passover. I told him the root word “Pente” means five, five times ten is fifty, because of the fifty days after the Passover (I needed to do some research of my own, and did) and he said, “It can’t mean five, or fifty, because there are two million Pentecostals.” After a bit more argument, he finally said, “Well, it might mean that in your Bible but it doesn’t mean that in my Bible”. I’m Catholic, and since, in his view, Catholics aren’t Christians, “You’re using a Catholic Bible, I’m using a Christian Bible.” Also, he insisted that “The Pentcost wasn’t a Jewish feast, it was when the Holy Spirit came down.”
Now, I wouldn’t expect your average non-Jew or non-Catholic/Orthodox Christian to know what the feast of Pentecost is, since it isn’t really a well-known holiday outside of those circles. But for someone who claims to know the Bible (but he doesn’t know how many books are in his Bible, much less in the Catholic Bible), and who is a member of a denomination named for that very feast to be ignorant of this particular fact is pretty scary. And it’s really scary for anyone who claims to be a Christian after about 1500 or so not to know who Martin Luther was. Hell, it’s pretty scary to know that anyone in the Western world after about 1500 or so not to know who Martin Luther was, his little revolt having such a massive effect on the subsequent history of the world.
I have recently run into other people who didn’t know some pretty basic information. Can’t think of any more examples offhand, but there are some things you’d think a person would have to be living holed up in a shack in the Ozarks somewhere with no access to television, radio, newspapers, magiznes, and maybe the occasional book not to know. But then I run into these people, and they don’t live in a shack in the Ozarks…