Matt Ridley's book, The
Evolution of Everything, answers the question, “What if everything in the
universe were to be understood as differentially-replicating elements, whose
bestest alternatives have been tested in free competition and have thrived to
produce all the good stuff in the world?” The first few chapters deal primarily
with the evolution of the natural order, and the remaining dozen with the
evolution of socio-cultural forms, and the big message is: Systems
spontaneously create and maintain themselves efficiently without governmental
interference.
The meaning of evolution is that all social planning is bad.
In fact, it’s creationist. Leave it all
alone, and the cream will rise naturally to the top, as it always has, and the
future will be as rosy as the past.
In the midst of all this cry for freedom and deregulation –
including the environment, by the way, which the author apparently believes can
also take care of itself – we encounter the occasional grudging admission that such
freedom might not actually evolve the best of all possible worlds. “The right
thing to do about poor, hungry and fecund people is to give them hope,
opportunity, freedom, education, food and medicine, including of course
contraception” (p. 214). But Ridley never mentions how this “doing” and “giving”
will come about, when his entire social desideratum involves allowing the free
market of natural selection to work without any centralized plan. Perhaps I can
be forgiven, then, if I doubt the author’s sincerity when he sheds a few tears
on behalf of common folk.
Paleontologist Stephen Jay Gould and historian Richard Hofstadter are helpfully identified as Marxists, although the latter’s identity
is merged with that of the cognitive scientist Douglas Hofstadter, who may or
may not be a Marxist. Just in case you’re worried about who the Marxists
are.
Apparently
the author is. Perhaps his obsession
with Marxists arises from the fact that he is a Conservative member of the
House of Lords, holding the rank of Viscount.
Much of the book consists of historical vignettes, but Ridley’s history
is notably bloodless; one without colonialism, slavery, destitution, or
exploitation, on which Marxist histories tend to harp. It’s a happy history, of free trade, free
markets, and free progress. In other
words, someone whose ancestors were busily rigging the system so that your
ancestors and mine would suffer, now wants to tell you that the system works
fine, so leave it alone.
I actually found myself trying to suppress a sense of moral
outrage as I worked my way through this book. Ridley idealizes a system of
social behavior that runs on greed, maximizes inequality, and fails to engage
with issues like justice and fairness.
It is a troubling caricature of Darwinism, and I frankly came to see the
book as an abuse of science, as an attempt to rationalize an evil social
philosophy by recourse to nature. “The whole idea of social mobility,” he
explains, “is to find talent in the disadvantaged, to find people who have the
nature but have missed the nurture” (p. 166). Well, no. Actually the idea of social mobility is to
reduce the overall proportion of privileged, wealthy douchebags who think that they owe
their station in life to their inherent virtues.
You know what? Fuck him. Fuck his ancestors too. What some inbred twit thinks the about the
evolution of human society is about as relevant as what a raccoon thinks. The
reason this kind of pervy-Darwinistic thought was repudiated many decades ago
is that it was recognized as the vulgar self-interested bio-politics of the
rich and powerful. If there is a Darwinian lesson to be extracted from the
history of the 20th century, it is probably that the poor require constant
protection from the ideologies of the overwealthy and underpigmented.