America the Taliban
I took biology at Andover, where I dissected pickled animals (ugh) and studied their little organs, starting with worms and working up to a frog. Evolution made sense then and makes sense now.
At the same time, my wife, Peggy, and I have taken three photo safaris to Africa, where we saw wondrous sights. I especially recall one Christmas morning at Tanzania’s Lake Manyara where we spent three hours mesmerized by 100 hippos cavorting on land and in the water. Later that day, we saw a one-hour-old giraffe and the birth of a Thomson’s gazelle. Our guide explained that newborn animals on the plains give off no smell, thus keeping them safe from predators until they get their footing.
On these safaris, I believed down to my toes that some grand scheme was at work on the planet and in the universe—and that these magical events were the result of something far more powerful than simply a bolt of lightning striking some primordial goo 3 billion years ago.
Creationism or intelligent design? Why not?
So what happens when kids grow up and discover they were not allowed to learn about Darwin, the HMS Beagle and the Galapagos because some true believers felt that their lives might be ruined by this knowledge?
Conversely, what of those kids who were taught pure evolution and then reach high school or college only to discover that many people in the world believe in a creator or a higher being?
It seems to me that both groups of kids will think that school systems and the adults that run them are just plain nuts.
More to the point, why expend all this energy and money on an issue that will not change the world for better or worse any more than the classic argument over how many angels can dance on the head of a pin?