I am not a biologist. I used to have a biologist colleague who kept my questions answered but he passed last year – not from the Bat Plague, but equally hurtful – or maybe not. I lost no friends to the plague but several to the vagaries of life. That’s what happens when you get old enough to have a reasonable probability of discorporation.
Or so one of my probability professors told me.
I did study a bit of anthropology, which included an arc on social anthropology, from which I recall a lot of time and effort was spent on the difference between biological programming of humans and the rules humans invent for themselves: society and culture.
I mention this because I have been watching a lot of grr-brr over things like race and politics and “wokeness.”
Race, incidentally, is a pile of intellectual horse manure. The runny kind that stinks abominally. So far as I can see, there is only one race and this is the human race.
So we should be nice to each other and not be mean. Unfortunately, we have a thing the social science types call “Us versus Them” which is a bit of survival programming going back a couple of million years that sez that “my band of humans is more important than your band of humans.” Doesn’t matter whether we have different hair color or different eye color or even different skin color. My band of humans is more important to me than your band of humans and that justifies me killing you if you don’t get out of my living space.
It’s programmed into us. By Mother Nature or whatever you want to call it.
And that’s a problem when we have to get along because we don’t do a very good job of suppressing our programming.
Especially if our brains are filled with crap.
Which they are. Sturgeon’s Rule applies to our minds.
That doesn’t mean we shouldn’t try to change.
But we have to recognize that we are doing something very hard, are likely to fail spectacularly, and deserve a bit of patience and perseverence.