Dystopia (A Christian Essay on Huxley’s, ‘Brave New World’)


(A Christian Essay on

Huxley’s, ‘Brave New World’)

by Richie Cooley

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Richie Cooley (2015)

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Unless otherwise noted, New Testament Scripture is taken from the Analytical-Literal Translation of the New Testament: Third Edition. Copyright © 2007 by Gary F. Zeolla of Darkness to Light ministry. Previously copyrighted © 1999, 2001, 2005 by Gary Zeolla.

Before getting started, let’s review a few notes that will help make sense of this writing…

*This booklet mostly uses British spelling, except for the quoted material, which sometimes uses U.S. spelling.

The ALT3 New Testament distinguishes between singular and plural second person pronouns by means of an asterisk ().

*Divine pronouns are normally not capitalized, unless they appear that way in Bible versions or other quotes.

*Words that appear in brackets within quotes are not found in the original texts, and were added by the translators or are my personal comments, etc.

A warning to Christian readers*: Due to some of the quoted material, this booklet contains occasional strong language. Also, the book, Brave New World, is very “adult” at points, and should be approached with caution.

Table of Contents

I. Introduction: The Ethiopian Exodus

II. Quirky Counterparts

III. Root Problems

IV. Conclusion: God’s Throne

I. Introduction: The Ethiopian Exodus

[_ For the last thirty years there have been no conservatives; there have only been nationalistic radicals of the right and nationalistic radicals of the left. -- _] Aldous Huxley (1946)

I know exactly how he felt. It’s questionable if humankind has really learned a whole lot since the last world war. I suppose we have learned lessons, yet we have the same sin in our hearts as before; and in the heart, truth will often yield to sinful passions. Ergo, the problem is not that lessons were withheld or misunderstood, it’s rather that lessons are largely wasted on us all.

Right, let me begin now by stating firmly that I’m very philo-Semetic. I am a Christian Zionist. I admire and pray for the Jewish people, and I will never falter in my love and support for God’s everlasting heritage. I will never waver in my support for Jewry, in the Diaspora and in Israel. Yet with that said, I’m saddened by the horrible treatment the Ethiopian Jews have received inside the land of Israel. Some brave and noble Jews (such as David Alliance) worked hard and received the blessing of God to help evacuate these people from Ethiopia/Sudan a few decades ago, yet for what? To be treated like second-class citizens?

Wow, this all sounds familiar.

As people of African descent were treated coarsely in the U.S. (and still often are), so they are being treated coarsely in Israel. The interesting difference however is the extreme modernity of the Ethiopian bigotry. You see, when it comes to race relations in the U.S., some people say disparaging things about blacks, and the length of time can make reality fuzzy. For example, a popular gangrenous sentiment among racists in the U.S. goes: Ah, these blacks have been free people for such a long time and they are still filling the unemployment lines and the prisons. What’s wrong with them? They must be stupid! They are a drain! They are holding everyone back!

Yet look at Israel. The same conclusions are being drawn and they haven’t had freedom in that culture for generations.

So why are they having problems at integration? Well, they are not really being allowed to participate on equal footing. And since they are not truly welcome, what do you think is going to happen to them? If they can’t be treated fairly and valued, crime rates might rise; whatever hole they’re stuck in might turn into a ghetto or a “project;” yet whose fault is it? “Racism” (there are actually no such things as “races”) is never owing to inferiority, for all ethnic groups are truly created equal, being the recent offspring of Noah.

Therefore what’s happening with Ethiopian Jewry simply amounts to petty bigotry, and ethnic bigotry is the fault of prideful selfishness, and prideful selfishness is the fault of sinful hearts. And sinful hearts? Well, that’s my fault, and yours, and the rest of the children of Noah. (We’ll get to the sin problem during the conclusion of the booklet.)

What has surprised me a great deal is that this comparison between the plight of African-Americans and African-Israelis doesn’t stop merely with gawks and cold-shoulders; it has, at least for fleeting moments, also found a similarity in eugenics (now I know I could foot-shuffle and lighten my tone, but I’m too old and grumpy for that).

The following was a journalist (Elise Knutsen) at Forbes describing an alarming report a couple of years ago…

…African women immigrating to Israel were subjected to mandatory contraceptive injections, effectively amounting to forced (if temporary) sterilization…

Some 130,000 Ethiopians, most of them Jewish, live in Israel. The community experiences higher poverty and unemployment rates than the rest of the country’s Jewish population. In the past decade, the birth rate among Ethiopian-Israelis has declined by at least 20 percent. Advocacy groups now claim this decline is the result of a birth control regimen forced upon Ethiopian immigrant women.

According to an article in Haaretz, an Israeli news source, one Ethiopian immigrant said that the doctors who injected her claimed that “people who frequently give birth suffer.” While it is possible, if highly unlikely, that doctors genuinely had the women’s health in mind when they forcibly injected them with contraceptives, there is no excuse for depriving women sovereignty over their own reproductive choices [that is true when the choice is life; no one has sovereignty to murder].

Israel has acknowledged the issue (without admitting any wrongdoing) and has vowed institutional changes in healthcare for immigrants…

That Israel should allegedly engage in this activity is particularly shocking, considering the practice was widely used by the Germans throughout the Shoah. While the scale and effects of these operations cannot be compared, Israel’s implicit intent to limit ‘burdensome’ (read: undesirable) portions of the population recalls the dark eugenics experiments of World War II. [“Israel Forcibly Injected African Immigrants with Birth Control, Report Claims;” January 28, 2013]

And Time reported a few months later…

Israeli Deputy Health Minister Yaakov Litzman has called for an investigation into the reported administering of Depo-Provera contraceptive shots to Ethiopian immigrant women without consent. Depo-Provera is a progestrogin-only contraceptive that is administered every three months through injection. According to Dr. Paula Franklin of Marie Stopes International who spoke with TIME, it is a “safe, medium-term reversible hormonal contraceptive” that is used around the world by women of “informed consent.” However, countless Ethiopian women have reportedly been given this contraceptive without understanding or consent.

The news that Ethiopian women were being injected with Depo-Provera, a contraceptive shown to have links with bone loss, emerged in December 2012 following a documentary by Israeli journalist Gal Gabai. In her short film titled Where Did the Children Disappear to, Gabai revealed that, in the past decade, the birthrate among Ethiopian immigrants had decreased by 50%, writes the[_ Jewish Daily Forward.] She discovered that women were denied proper family-planning counseling or an outline of birth control methods from medical staff, while others were informed that their entry into Israel would be blocked if they refused to take the contraceptive, notes the [_Guardian.] Many had no idea what they were being injected with. In the documentary, Gabai offers two possible explanations -- either it is “an intention to do good, to prevent poverty and to help with the adjustment to Western urbanized living,” or it’s an “economic calculation to reduce immigration and absorption costs.” “This story reeks of racism, paternalism and arrogance,” Gabai told viewers during the broadcast on Israeli Educational Television. [“Did Israeli Doctors Force Contraception on Ethiopian Immigrants?”; Sorcha Pollak; March 5, 2013]

Now I know that many international journalists are quick to lash out at Israel, as the world is generally anti-Semitic. Still, all affiliations aside, something did go on here -- something racist and ugly. Using birth control as a means of genocide against African people has been going on for decades. There’s a mountain of evidence. For example, even “conservatives” like Richard Nixon spoke of alarm and amazement at the proliferation of black babies. In an amazingly stupid bid to get Republicans (i.e., conservatives) on board with the agenda of Planned Parenthood, the head of the company, Cecile Richards, urged Republicans to remember the legacy of Richard Nixon. What a poor tactic! Here are some highlights from Nixon’s White House tapes …

White House tape 697/29…March 30, 1972

Nixon: A majority of people in Colorado voted for abortion, I think a majority of people in Michigan are for abortion, I think in both cases, well certainly in Michigan they will vote for it because they think that what’s going to be aborted are the little black bastards.

White House tape 700/10…April 3, 1972

Nixon: As I told you, we talked about it earlier -- that a hell of a lot of people want to control the negro bastards.

White House tape 700/10…April 3, 1972

Nixon: And you know what we’re talking about -- population control.

Unidentified Staff: Sure.

Nixon: We’re talking really -- and what John Rockefeller really realizes, look the people in what we call our [ he emphasizes “our;” i.e., he’s referring to rich whites ] class controls -- their populations. Sometimes they’ll have a family of six, or seven, or eight or nine, but it’s the exception.

Unidentified Staff: Sure.

Nixon: People who don’t control their families are people in -- the people that shouldn’t have kids. Now that’s…

Unidentified Staff: The black population in the city of San Francisco has gone from 3,000 -- right after World War II -- to where they represent 30 percent of the population of San Francisco.

Nixon: What? [the “what” here is with exasperation and pathos]

Unidentified Staff: Yes, sir.


I know that enemies of Israel are quick to find something savoury to persecute Jews with, and I’m not trying to join the chorus. Comparing Israeli health officials with Nazis is of course going too far, nor do I think that even the overtly racist Margaret Sanger (the founder of Planned Parenthood) or Julian Huxley (etc., etc.; the U.S. have known so many racial eugenicists ) were somehow able to draft complex blueprints for eliminating African-Americans after their death -- yet results can be just as imprecatory despite allusive memos or the absence of war crimes. There will probably never be an elaborate text from Sanger stating, Six Simple Procedures to Destroy Black America, uncovered, nor are Israeli nurses trained in eugenics; but really, I don’t care. The proof isn’t in the recipe, it’s in the pudding.

No matter what the original intentions and what the cultural foibles, Ethiopians were persecuted in Israel, and their reproduction was restricted, and this is eugenics. Moreover, making minorities choose between financial help and the right to procreate has been so widely practiced in the past, that when such a complaint comes to light, it deserves to be taken seriously. It is a story that has proven to be true over and over and over and over.

Look at it this way. Israel brought Ethiopian Jews into their land. Israel keeps the Ethiopians at a bigoted arm’s length. The Ethiopians struggle to cope. Israel says it must restrict procreation of those struggling to cope. Thus 1+1+1= black genocide.

A good example of how racial culpability isn’t dependent on preconceived notions of inferiority can be seen more clearly when the topic is changed from sterilization to something less volatile. Let’s now read from an Israeli publication. A thoughtful Jewish journalist really gets to the root of Israeli racism when describing something that happened in a housing community…

The very idea that 120 homeowners in Kiryat Malakhi, ordinary mainstream Israelis, signed a secret undertaking not to sell or rent their apartments to Israeli-Ethiopian families -- as reported by Channel 2 last week -- is so awful that I really want to believe the denials, as faint as they are. A few residents who were prepared to voice crude and vulgar opinions on screen can be explained away as ill-educated misfits, but 120 of them? But the fact remains, not one Israeli-Ethiopian lives in those four new apartment towers, though some have tried to rent there. And this in a town with a sizable Ethiopian community that suffers housing shortages.

What makes this story even more awful is that, since I can’t fathom every one of those 120 owners being racist, I start making excuses for them in my mind. They are not to be blamed for the housing market, after all. Is it their fault that when large numbers of Israeli-Ethiopian families move into a neighborhood, the apartment prices are driven down? After all, these apartments are their main asset: If the value goes down by ten or twenty percent, or even more, is it their responsibility to suffer a severe financial penalty for the cold real-estate realities?

…Does a racial current running through the property business mean that an entire society is racist? That depends on our definition of a racist. Does remaining silent qualify? What about the fact that hundreds of thousands of middle-class Israelis took to the streets last summer to protest against the tax burden and the high prices, but last week in Kiryat Malakhi only a couple of thousand protestors, mainly Israeli-Ethiopians, turned up. That doesn’t make those who marched on Rothschild Boulevard racist, but they did not make the short drive down to support the protest in Kiryat Malakhi.

…Discrimination of Israeli-Ethiopians has no political or national basis. It can stem only from racist feelings. And since almost none of us do anything about this, we are all at least tainted by racism.

…The indifference of ordinary Israelis to this situation may not make them racists themselves. But by hiding our heads in the utopian sand, we are willing accomplices to racism.

[Anshel Pfeffer; “Israeli Society Is Tainted by Racism;” Jan 20, 2012; www.haaretz.com]

I particularly liked the statement, “Discrimination of Israeli-Ethiopians has no political or national basis.” This is what I was saying earlier. There is no baggage to blame, no time to have soured; it’s just skin-colour, without any sophisticated excuses. Thank you Anshel for such an even-handed and thoughtful response, and thank you for closing such an article with the word “utopian.” You see, that’s what it’s really all about; by “it” I don’t mean Israeli politics, I mean Darwinism, the Noah of every modern sociological experiment.

Darwinian thought operates on many levels, including the social. It justifies and glorifies brutality and struggle among competing ethnic groups. Yet in an odd, contradictory way, it often wants to take a short-cut, and instead of struggling, it desires to be only brutal in an attempt to gain increased utility. Eugenics is the atheistic shortcut to a heavenly body, to a glorified humanity.

Now faithless Cain brought his leftovers, while Abel brought his firstborn. The selfish priest and Levite were worried about robbers, yet the good Samaritan was worried about the wounded man. Ishmael was the child of Abram’s impatience and self-will, while Isaac was the heir of the promise (even though his very life was offered on Moriah). Darwinism is a rebellion against the law of God, against selflessly living through faith in a benevolent and all-powerful deity. Darwinists must seek their own prosperity and sustainability through their own wily “planning.”

As Henry Morris said, through man came death, yet Darwin says that through death came man. Under Darwin we can’t give to the poor and then look to God for help; we must cast others off; we must war, take, and fight, for how else can we ever move up the Jacobian ladder? (And it’s so easy to stir people up into fear: they’re going to take your money and your daughters; put on a red baseball cap and hate them!)

Again, Darwin receives the double portion of death’s heritage; for it teaches progress through struggle, yet no one really likes to struggle. We all love a peaceful evening and a weekend with our feet up. So how can we have the best of both worlds? How can we have the supposed “necessary” struggle to improve the world (and especially humanity), yet not have to actually struggle? Well, the easy answer is to seize control and manipulate society (dubbed, family planning) in order to end up with the advances that otherwise we imagine would only come about through a sea of blood and countless ages. What’s a little abortion or a little sterilization now in comparison to a world on welfare? What’s a little socioeconomic coup de ’tat, what’s a little propaganda and social control, in comparison to these prophesied ages of mayhem?

But do people really think this way? Unfortunately, some do. Again, I’m not pretending there are masterplans that can be boiled down to “gotcha!” memos, but the proof is in the pudding. Everywhere you turn there’s an emphasis on wealth redistribution (with family planning strings attached), globalism, population control, birth control, and genetic engineering. Now am I just a fundamental Christian with an axe to grind? Is that why I’m stating these things? No, many have said similar things who are nothing like me…

Enter Aldous Huxley.

You can’t get much more far removed from a fundamental Christian than Aldous Huxley. He was the grandson of “Darwin’s Bulldog,” one of the most ardent promotors of the theory of natural evolution (even though some question if he fully believed it himself). His father and brother (Julian) would carry the family torch, with the latter even becoming a direct supporter of eugenics and an important U.N. leader. Aldous was certainly not a Christian; he ran with some of the most immoral intellects of his day and would become a mystic (moreover, after hitting it big with this novel, he would fall for some of his own prophesied failings, such as drug addiction). Yet he was a clear and honest thinker, and he knew science was beginning to run amuck. Aldous Huxley’s masterpiece, Brave New World, is a major thorn in the side of modern evolutionary materialists and social planners. He rightly forecasted the type of world a worship of science would lead to…

The theme of Brave New World is not the advancement of science as such; it is the advancement of science as it affects human individuals…

The people who govern the Brave New World may not be sane…but they are not mad men, and their aim is not anarchy but social stability. It is in order to achieve stability that they carry out, by scientific means, the ultimate, personal, really revolutionary revolution…

[Describing what he sees as the grim future…] And fourth (but this would be a long-term project, which would take generations of totalitarian control to bring to a successful conclusion), a foolproof system of eugenics, designed to standardize the human product and so facilitate the tasks of the managers…

…Indeed, unless we choose to decentralize and to use applied science, not as the end to which human beings are to be made the means…we have only two alternatives…a number of national, militarized totalitarianisms…or else one supra-national totalitarianism…

-- from the forward (1946) [1988; Marshall Cavendish Ltd., London]

Pretty accurate, ey?

Being as Brave New World is now firmly in the public domain (it was published in 1932, and copyrights only last 75 years), let’s now take an expanded look through Huxley’s strange yet perceptive vision of the future. Let’s look at the fears of this great mind, well-schooled in Darwinism, and see if his prognostications of the scientific, totalitarian state resembles anything that is close to home.

In the following chapter we are simply going to look at a handful of scattered ideas that Huxley presents from the futuristic society he envisions. In the subsequent chapter we will take the discussion a step further, and focus more on the religion of the Brave New World as it collides with what is described as “savage” beliefs. In the concluding chapter we will briefly consider a Biblical response to this futuristic utopia.

II. Quirky Counterparts

Throughout the following two chapters I’m going to be quoting a lot from the book. The quotes are obviously taken from a number of different scenes, and it’s not really practical to try and describe what is going on with each excerpt. The poignancy of the quoted material isn’t dependent on the specific context within the story.

Yet, all the same, it probably makes sense to at least offer a very rough overview of what happens…

The Brave New World is a (satirical) futuristic civilization. It is totalitarian and scientific, and almost everyone is happy in it. Too happy. They achieve this societal bliss through a complex system of manufacturing, mental conditioning, and narcotics. A few citizens are not so euphoric, such as one of the main characters, Bernard Marx. He eventually takes a romantic partner (Lenina) on a holiday to a “savage” reservation [“savage” doesn’t refer to ethnicity in the story, but just means “primitive”], where people practice a quasi-Native American way of life. While there, Bernard befriends a man (John) and his mother (Linda); the woman originally was from the Brave New World but got stuck in the reservation after an accident.

The man and his mother are brought back to society from the savage reservation by Bernard. This brings Bernard fame, which ruins his brooding morality that was long at odds with the Brave New World. After John refuses to be paraded, Bernard falls out of favour again, and he ends up being transferred to a remote location.

John is left in the Brave New World alone, as his mother dies in a drug-induced stupor. He tries to live as a hermit, but is pestered by curious on-lookers, and ends his life via hanging.

There are many minor characters and situations, but again, I don’t think that knowing the full context really enhances too much the merit of the selected quotes.

A. Made to Order

The book opens up with a description of a massive operation, where human beings are manufactured in a giant, ghastly, embryonic assembly line. The key to the whole process is the Brave New World’s desire for as many children to be related to each other as possible. Scores of babies are created from the same maternal source in giant batches. Of course, since the desire was for as many people to be related as possible, obviously only a very small amount of women would ever have their reproductive properties used. The Brave New World emphasizes social control through selective breeding…

… On a very slowly moving band a rack-full of test-tubes was entering a large metal box...Machinery faintly purred. It took eight minutes for the tubes to go through, he told them. Eight minutes of hard X-rays being about as much as an egg can stand. A few died; of the rest, the least susceptible divided into two; most put out four buds; some eight...the buds in their turn budded; and having budded were dosed almost to death with alcohol; consequently burgeoned again and having budded -- bud out of bud out of bud were thereafter -- further arrest being generally fatal -- left to develop in peace. By which time the original egg was in a fair way to becoming anything from eight to ninety-six embryos -- a prodigious improvement, you will agree, on nature. Identical twins -- but not in piddling twos and threes as in the old viviparous [ live birth] days, when an egg would sometimes accidentally divide; actually by dozens, by scores at a time.

“Scores,” the Director repeated and flung out his arms, as though he were distributing largesse. “Scores.”

But one of the students was fool enough to ask where the advantage lay.

“My good boy!” The Director wheeled sharply round on him. “Can’t you see? Can’t you see?” He raised a hand; his expression was solemn. “Bokanovsky’s Process is one of the major instruments of social stability!”…

Standard men and women; in uniform batches. The whole of a small factory staffed with the products of a single bokanovskified egg.

“Ninety-six identical twins working ninety-six identical machines!” The voice was almost tremulous with enthusiasm. “You really know where you are. For the first time in history.” He quoted the planetary motto. “Community, Identity, Stability.” Grand words. “If we could bokanovskify indefinitely the whole problem would be solved.”

Solved by standard Gammas, unvarying Deltas, uniform Epsilons. Millions of identical twins. The principle of mass production at last applied to biology. [from chapter 1]

At the end of the quote Gammas, Deltas, and Epsilons are mentioned. The entire breeding program is designed to create five classes, each of which (from top to bottom) were to decrease in mental acumen and increase in manual servitude: Alphas, Betas, Gammas, Deltas, and Epsilons.

Five “races” were therefore created. This theory of anthropology could be seen in the hot-button evolutionary issue of the day, the Scopes Monkey Trial of 1925 (and there are other jibes at evolution throughout the book, such as the constant satirical use of Malthusian reproduction, a philosophical precursor to Darwinism). One of the issues at this trial was a textbook that taught there were five races of people. If there are different races of people brought about through Darwinian evolution, then obviously some are better than others…

At the present time there exist upon the earth five races or varieties of man, each very different from the other in instincts, social customs, and, to an extent, in structure. These are the Ethiopian or negro type, originating in Africa; the Malay or brown race, from the islands of the Pacific; the American Indian; the Mongolian or yellow race, including the natives of China, Japan, and the Eskimos; and finally, the highest type of all, the Caucasians, represented by the civilized white inhabitants of Europe and America (Hunter 1914, p. 196).

Hunter also wrote that, if we can improve domesticated animals by breeding then “future generations of men and women on the earth” can also “be improved by applying to them the laws of selection” taught by Darwin. Hunter stressed that this is no small concern because nothing less than the “improvement of the future race” is at stake (1914, p. 261). Hunter then, under the subheading “Eugenics,” which made it clear what type of “improvement” programs he was referring to, applied the animal breeding research to humans:

When people marry there are certain things that the individual as well as the race should demand. The most important of these is freedom from germ diseases which might be handed down to the offspring. Tuberculosis, that dreaded white plague which is still responsible for almost one seventh of all deaths, epilepsy, and feeble-mindedness are handicaps which it is not only unfair but criminal to hand down to posterity. The science of being well born is called eugenics (1914, p. 261). [Dr. Jerry Bergman; September 25, 2013; “William J. Bryan’s Fight against Eugenics and Racism in the Scopes Trial”]

Huxley makes several references to the particular disdain the theory of evolution has for people of African descent.

First, the lowest class at one point is described as such…

The liftman was a small simian creature, dressed in the black tunic of an Epsilon-Minus Semi-Moron. [from chapter 4]

Of course “simian” means monkey-like.

Then, the fact that Epsilons represent Africans is made perfectly clear, for Huxley (uncharacteristically) writes frankly…

An Epsilon-Plus negro porter took in Bernard’s card… [from chapter 6]

Eugenicists are very often works-oriented racists. In other words, they say they don’t “hate blacks,” but insist we must weed-out “feeble-mindedness.” Yet if your social system excludes via cultural bias, it is inevitable that some will appear “Semi-Moron.” Segregation (even voluntary segregation) inhibits progress and leads to more segregation. Thus we’re back to the simple formula: 1+1+1= black genocide.

On a footnote, if anyone is backwards enough to think that Ethiopians are actually less advanced mentally, I recommend they purchase a textbook on the Amharic language and try to learn it. Nothing reflects the wondrous glory of God stamped upon the human mind quite like the miracle of language, and the Amharic language is pretty complex.

B. Controlling the Masses

The grand design of mass hatchings was only the beginning. After the babies were out of the test tubes, they were all further slotted into this five-tiered system through a colossal program of propaganda and conditioning. They were brainwashed into liking their lot in life, no matter how lowly. This was carried out in a variety of ways, such as negative reinforcement via shock therapy, or through nocturnal suggestions…

“Silence, silence,” whispered a loud-speaker as they stepped out at the fourteenth floor, and “Silence, silence,” the trumpet mouths indefatigably repeated at intervals down every corridor. The students and even the Director himself rose automatically to the tips of their toes. They were Alphas, of course; but even Alphas have been well conditioned. “Silence, silence.” All the air of the fourteenth floor was sibilant with the categorical imperative.

Fifty yards of tiptoeing brought them to a door which the Director cautiously opened. They stepped over the threshold into the twilight of a shuttered dormitory. Eighty cots stood in a row against the wall. There was a sound of light regular breathing and a continuous murmur, as of very faint voices remotely whispering.

A nurse rose as they entered and came to attention before the Director.

“What’s the lesson this afternoon?” he asked.

“We had Elementary Sex for the first forty minutes,” she answered. “But now it’s switched over to Elementary Class Consciousness.”

The Director walked slowly down the long line of cots. Rosy and relaxed with sleep, eighty little boys and girls lay softly breathing. There was a whisper under every pillow. The D.H.C. halted and, bending over one of the little beds, listened attentively.

“Elementary Class Consciousness, did you say? Let’s have it repeated a little louder by the trumpet.”

At the end of the room a loud-speaker projected from the wall. The Director walked up to it and pressed a switch.

“…all wear green,” said a soft but very distinct voice, beginning in the middle of a sentence, “and Delta children wear khaki. Oh no, I don’t want to play with Delta children. And Epsilons are still worse. They’re too stupid to be able to read or write. Besides, they wear black, which is such a beastly colour. I’m so glad I’m a Beta.” [from chapter 2]

Now although nothing so dramatic could ever actually exist, yet today’s world is not much better. Every carnal ideology is pumped ceaselessly into the heads of young people via pop culture and via the disgusting method of compulsory, public education. Through these means they are taught evolutionary materialism, while learning to be boastful, self-indulgent, and greedy.

This brings us to our next point…

C. Living Wallets

The citizens of the Brave New World were not only conditioned to slot into their class, but they were conditioned for economic reasons as well…

Primroses and landscapes, he pointed out, have one grave defect: they are gratuitous. A love of nature keeps no factories busy. It was decided to abolish the love of nature, at any rate among the lower classes; to abolish the love of nature, but not the tendency to consume transport. For of course it was essential that they should keep on going to the country, even though they hated it. The problem was to find an economically sounder reason for consuming transport than a mere affection for primroses and landscapes. It was duly found.

“We condition the masses to hate the country,” concluded the Director. “But simultaneously we condition them to love all country sports. At the same time, we see to it that all country sports shall entail the use of elaborate apparatus. So that they consume manufactured articles as well as transport. Hence those electric shocks.” [from chapter 2]

Of course in Huxley’s era a lot of time was spent on games outdoors; what would he think about the advent of the video game console? I’m not anti-technology. I like playing video games with my children and on my phone. Yet wow, it is a giant pile of worthless consumerism all the same. I’m amazed at how intelligent, grown men will spend tons of money and time on building up some digital sports team in order to compete with them on a pricey video game; then the next season comes, they buy the next edition of the exact same game, and painstakingly build another team all over again! You don’t even get to keep your old players! It’s back to square one, and back to spending more on your “ultimate team.” Why does this crazy racket stay afloat? Simple; there just isn’t anything else better to do. This is the good life, the highest and noblest existence we can imagine.

I like playing video games and watching sports, yet doesn’t a little voice keep running through your mind while partaking of these things: this is pointless, this is pointless, this is pointless. (Moreover, the sheer number of leagues and various types of sports highlights the extreme triviality of games, as Huxley alludes to elsewhere.)

I remember going to my first American football game back when I lived in the states. I was horribly disappointed; it wasn’t nearly as interesting in person. There were actual, normal people playing the game, as opposed to the larger-than-life demigods on the T.V. There were no flashy, musical transitions, glossy statistical charts, and voice-over commentaries. Reality was horrific. The superstars were just real blokes playing a game. How awful.

“Strange,” mused the Director, as they turned away, “strange to think that even in Our Ford’s day most games were played without more apparatus than a ball or two and a few sticks and perhaps a bit of netting. Imagine the folly of allowing people to play elaborate games which do nothing whatever to increase consumption. It’s madness. Nowadays the Controllers won’t approve of any new game unless it can be shown that it requires at least as much apparatus as the most complicated of existing games.” [from chapter 3]

And the influence of money didn’t just stop at pastimes such as “Escalator-Squash Courts” in the Brave New World. Even death itself was viewed through the lens of financial profit…

“Why do the smoke-stacks have those things like balconies around them?” enquired Lenina.

“Phosphorus recovery,” exclaimed Henry telegraphically. “On their way up the chimney the gases go through four separate treatments. P2O5 used to go right out of circulation every time they cremated some one. Now they recover over ninety-eight per cent of it. More than a kilo and a half per adult corpse. Which makes the best part of four hundred tons of phosphorus every year from England alone.” Henry spoke with a happy pride, rejoicing whole-heartedly in the achievement, as though it had been his own. “Fine to think we can go on being socially useful even after we’re dead. Making plants grow.” [from chapter 5]

Perhaps if Huxley was writing today he would swap the concern for “phosphorus” with “carbon,” which is presently leading to moribund social planning for the sake of sustainable wealth. Moreover, the idea that people were only measured by contribution to fiscal output is hinted at later in the story, when a has-been character (Linda) is literally drugged to death…

“Of course,” Dr. Shaw went on, “you can’t allow people to go popping off into eternity if they’ve got any serious work to do. But as she hasn’t got any serious work…” [from chapter 11]

D. A New Sexual Morality

Sex is the cornerstone of the Brave New World. In one of the most shocking scenes of the story (and probably the reason why the book has often been banned), the older children are seen spending their day nude and ceaselessly engaged in eroticism. Although this is obviously satirical, yet still, the reality of inoculating young people against the Biblical right and wrong of fornication has been going on for decades.

Judeo-Christian morality has been turned on its head in the Brave New World, just as it has been in our day. The new morality can be seen with films like Pretty Woman, where the main character gives herself to every sexual vice for a nominal sum, but refuses to kiss her clients on the lips. The theme of a million songs is that if you want anything more than cheap sex you’re a weirdo. Sexual promiscuity has become more than some dastardly secret among party-animals; it has become a religion. If you see sex as anything more than a cheap thrill you’re in danger of becoming a modern heretic. Huxley saw this strange anti-morality coming…

“Of course there’s no need to give him up. Have somebody else from time to time, that’s all. He has other girls, doesn’t he?”

Lenina admitted it.

“ Of course he does. Trust Henry Foster to be the perfect gentleman -- always correct. And then there’s the Director to think of. You know what a stickler…”

Nodding, “He patted me on the behind this afternoon,” said Lenina.

“There, you see!” Fanny was triumphant. “That shows what he stands for. The strictest conventionality.” [from chapter 3]

In a hilarious and vulgar way, right had become wrong, and vice versa…

At the sound of his voice the Director started into a guilty realization of where he was; shot a glance at Bernard, and averting his eyes, blushed darkly; looked at him again with sudden suspicion and, angrily on his dignity, “Don’t imagine,” he said, “that I’d had any indecorous relation with the girl. Nothing emotional, nothing long-drawn. It was all perfectly healthy and normal.” [from chapter 6]

Here a character doesn’t want to give the impression that he was involved in a relationship that would have been immoral, one that was “long-drawn.” Anything other than quick, one-night stands could be seen as sinful.

“Consider your own lives,” said Mustapha Mond. “Has any of you ever encountered an insurmountable obstacle?”

The question was answered by a negative silence.

“Has any of you been compelled to live through a long time-interval between the consciousness of a desire and its fufilment?”

“Well,” began one of the boys, and hesitated.

“Speak up,” said the D.H.C. “Don’t keep his fordship waiting.”

“I once had to wait nearly four weeks before a girl I wanted would let me have her.”

“And you felt a strong emotion in consequence?”


“Horrible; precisely,” said the Controller. “Our ancestors were so stupid and short-sighted that when the first reformers came along and offered to deliver them from those horrible emotions, they wouldn’t have anything to do with them…

… Take Ectogenesis. Pfitzner and Kawaguchi had got the whole technique worked out. But would the Governments look at it? No. There was something called Christianity. Women were forced to go on being viviparous.” [from chapter 3]

E. A Cornucopia Stuffed with Pills

…In spite of his misery [Bernard] absolutely refused to take the half-gramme raspberry sundae which she pressed upon him. “I’d rather be myself,” he said. “Myself and nasty. Not somebody else, however jolly.”

“A gramme in time saves nine,” said Lenina, producing a bright treasure of sleep-taught wisdom.

Bernard pushed away the proffered glass impatiently.

“Now don’t lose your temper,” she said. “Remember, one cubic centimetre cures ten gloomy sentiments.”

“Oh, for Ford’s sake, be quiet!” he shouted.

Lenina shrugged her shoulders. “A gramme is always better than a damn,” she concluded with dignity, and drank the sundae herself. [from chapter 6]

Perhaps one of the most accurate and startling predictions of Aldous Huxley was his viewing future civilization as being completely dependent on drugs for its mental wellbeing. Although all the people in the Brave New World have been mass produced and conditioned to slot into a pre-arranged, five-tiered hierarchy, it is still necessary to maintain happiness through an overdose of narcotics. The drug in the story is a fictitious one called soma. It doesn’t have the depressive hangovers that alcohol brings; rather, it is “pleasantly hallucinant.” It is more than just a good time on a Friday night; it is a cure for every bad situation and every doleful feeling, as if such things were always sinister…

“Glum, Marx, glum.” The clap on the shoulder made him start, look up. It was that brute Henry Foster. “What you need is a gramme of soma.”

[Mustapha Mond speaking concurrently elsewhere…] “All the advantages of Christianity and alcohol; none of their defects…Take a holiday from reality whenever you like, and come back without so much as a headache or a mythology.”

“Take it,” insisted Henry Foster, “take it”…

“One cubic centimetre cures ten gloomy sentiments,” said the Assistant Predestinator, citing a piece of homely hypnopædic wisdom. [from chapter 3]

Huxley’s hyperbole has become reality with the skyrocketing use of prescription drugs aimed at “curing” every slight hint of pensiveness. But it’s more than that; the feverish consumption of soma is largely symbolic. It signifies existence without the gnawing of conscience, without a pang of regret.

Soma is not only seen in modern society via psychotropic drugs, opioids, and opioid substitutes (etc.), it is seen metaphorically in the early morning television, the radio to work, the radio at work, the radio on the way home from work, the television after work, the smart phone at the dinner table, the television after dinner, the smart phone in bed, and the early morning television -- anything, anything, but reflective and personal musing. Soma is the amazing ability to successfully spend an entire lifetime running from yourself…

“ Work, play -- at sixty our powers and tastes are what they were at seventeen. Old men in the bad old days used to renounce, retire, take to religion, spend their time reading, thinking -- thinking!…

Now -- such is progress -- the old men work, the old men copulate, the old men have no time, no leisure from pleasure, not a moment to sit down and think -- or if ever by some unlucky chance such a crevice of time should yawn in the solid substance of their distractions, there is always soma, delicious soma, half a gramme for a half-holiday, a gramme for a week-end, two grammes for a trip to the gorgeous East, three for a dark eternity on the moon; returning whence they find themselves on the other side of the crevice, safe on the solid ground of daily labour and distraction, scampering from feely to feely [a step up from “movies”], from girl to pneumatic girl, from Electro-magnetic Golf course to…” [from chapter 3]

The level to which Huxley correctly diagnosed the human condition can be seen with a half-hilarious/half-horrifying study that was carried out not too long ago. Time reported on July 3, 2014…

If you’re crazy busy like most of us and crave some time -- just a few minutes, please! -- to stop and just think, be careful what you wish for. That’s the upshot of a new study just published in the journal  Science…

In 11 studies, we found that participants typically did not enjoy spending 6 to 15 minutes in a room by themselves with nothing to do but think, that they enjoyed doing mundane external activities much more, and that many preferred to administer electric shocks to themselves instead of being left alone with their thoughts. Most people seem to prefer to be doing something rather than nothing, even if that something is negative.

Yes, people would rather stick their finger in an electric socket than sit quietly and think. Or rather, men would: 67% of male participants in one study “gave themselves at least one shock during the thinking period,” write University of Virginia psychologist Timothy Wilson and his co-authors. On average, the study participants who elected to self-zap gave themselves 1.47 shocks in a 15-minute interval…

Research has shown that minds are difficult to control…and it may be particularly hard to steer our thoughts in pleasant directions and keep them there…The untutored mind does not like to be alone with itself. [Michael D. Lemonick; “You Would Rather Endure Electric Shocks Than Sit Alone With Your Thoughts, Study Finds”]

This is sometimes seen as well with a preference to the artificial/man-made as opposed to the natural/God-made. Humankind often prefers the screen to the stars, the skyscraper to the mountains, Facebook to a summer breeze. What is that we’re running from? Who is it that we’re running from?

On their way back across the Channel, Bernard insisted on stopping his propeller and hovering on his helicopter screws within a hundred feet of the waves. The weather had taken a change for the worse; a south-westerly wind had sprung up, the sky was cloudy.

“Look,” he commanded.

“But it’s horrible,” said Lenina, shrinking back from the window. She was appalled by the rushing emptiness of the night, by the black foam-flecked water heaving beneath them, by the pale face of the moon, so haggard and distracted among the hastening clouds. “Let’s turn on the radio. Quick!” She reached for the dialling knob on the dashboard and turned it at random.

“…skies are blue inside of you,” sang sixteen tremoloing falsettos, “the weather’s always…”

Then a hiccough and silence. Bernard had switched off the current.

“I want to look at the sea in peace,” he said. “One can’t even look with that beastly noise going on.”

“But it’s lovely. And I don’t want to look.”

“But I do,” he insisted. “It makes me feel as though…” he hesitated, searching for words with which to express himself, “as though I were more me, if you see what I mean. More on my own, not so completely a part of something else. Not just a cell in the social body. Doesn’t it make you feel like that, Lenina?”

But Lenina was crying. “It’s horrible, It’s horrible”… [from chapter 6]

Everyone thought the advent of better technology would spell the end of radio stations. Who would want to listen to a whole pile of songs you don’t like and be subjected to constant interruptions just to hear an occasional song that you do like? Ah, but it’s the comfort of the social body that keeps the chattering gushing invisibly through the air…

“Don’t you like being with me?”

“But of course, Bernard! It’s this horrible place.”

“I thought we’d be more…more together here -- with nothing but the sea and moon. More together than in that crowd, or even in my rooms. Don’t you understand that?”

“I don’t understand anything,” she said with decision, determined to preserve her incomprehension intact. “Nothing. Least of all,” she continued in another tone “why you don’t take soma when you have these dreadful ideas of yours. You’d forget all about them. And instead of feeling miserable, you’d be jolly. So jolly,” she repeated and smiled… [from chapter 6]

People war against emotions. They war against tension. They war against feeling anything. We are cowards who want to be perpetually coddled, yet our Good God will never so curse us, despite our indefatigable efforts…

“ Fortunate boys!” said the Controller. “No pains have been spared to make your lives emotionally easy -- to preserve you, so far as that is possible, from having emotions at all.” [from chapter 3]

“ ...Christianity without tears -- that’s what soma is.”

“ But the tears are necessary. Don’t you remember what Othello said? ‘If after every tempest come such calms, may the winds blow till they have wakened death.’ There’s a story one of the old Indians used to tell us, about the Girl of Mátaski. The young men who wanted to marry her had to do a morning’s hoeing in her garden. It seemed easy; but there were flies and mosquitoes, magic ones. Most of the young men simply couldn’t stand the biting and stinging. But the one that could -- he got the girl.”

“Charming! But in civilized countries,” said the Controller, “you can have girls without hoeing for them, and there aren’t any flies or mosquitoes to sting you. We got rid of them all centuries ago.”

The Savage nodded, frowning. “You got rid of them. Yes, that’s just like you. Getting rid of everything unpleasant instead of learning to put up with it. Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, or to take arms against a sea of troubles and by opposing end them…But you don’t do either. Neither suffer nor oppose. You just abolish the slings and arrows. It’s too easy.” [from chapter 17]

III. Root Problems

Whenever Huxley moves the story from the Brave New World to the savage reservation, a major moral dichotomy becomes apparent. He would describe the situation in the forward that was penned fourteen years later…

The Savage [John] is offered only two alternatives, an insane life in Utopia, or the life of a primitive in an Indian village, a life more human in some respects, but in others hardly less queer and abnormal.

The Brave New World becomes sharply contrasted with the savage lifestyle; they represent opposite extremes, both of which are completely undesirable. The power in Huxley’s narrative is that these two opposites have indeed been the two common themes in the Western world for quite some time: indulgent scientism on the one hand, or ascetic religiosity on the other. We are so quick to rush to these poles, and either believe we all came from microscopic scum that fell to earth from a rock, or believe in a god that requires we walk with rocks in our shoes: the agnostic lab for some, and the cloistered monastery for others. However, the true Creator-God is equally opposed to scientism (i.e., naturalism) and asceticism…

Regarding scientism…

Be watching out lest anyone will be carrying you* away as spoils of war [fig., taking control of you*] through philosophy [or, human wisdom] and empty deception, according to the teachings [or, traditions] of people, according to the rudimentary elements [or, basic teachings] of the world and not according to Christ. Because in Him dwells all the fullness of the Godhead [or, Deity] bodily… -- Colossians 2:8-9

And regarding asceticism, a few verses later…

Since you* died with Christ from the rudimentary elements [or, basic teachings] of the world, why as living in the world are you* submitting to regulations? “You* yourselves should not handle nor should you* taste nor should you* touch,” which [things] are all for corruption with the using, according to the commandments and teachings of people, [cp. Isaiah 29:13] which are indeed having a reputation of wisdom in self-imposed religion and [false] humility and severe discipline [or, non-indulgence] of [the] body, [but which are] not of any value against indulgence of the flesh. -- Colossians 2:20-23

Let’s take a look now at some of the extremes of the scientific Brave New World in comparison to the savage’s religious asceticism.

A. Worship Men or “Gods”

Henry Ford was terribly racist and a eugenicist, and was also largely seen as the man who brought industrialization to the next level. I don’t know why Aldous Huxley chose Ford to be the social icon of the Brave New World, but obviously he was the paragon that replaced God in the narrative. As we’ve seen in some of the examples above, the swapping of the term “God” for “Ford” takes place throughout the novel; here’s another example…

“But cleanliness is next to fordliness,” she insisted.

“Yes, and civilization is sterilization,” Bernard went on, concluding on a tone of irony the second hypnopædic lesson in elementary hygiene. “But these people have never heard of Our Ford…” [from chapter 7]

This is obviously much more than just some sort of bizarre social custom. This motif is showcasing the fact that the Brave New World will lead people into venerating social icons in lieu of God, which is what we find today when supernatural creation is juxtaposed with “Darwinism.”

Not only has the general concept of God been replaced in the novel, but the veneration of the Lord Jesus Christ has been substituted as well. It is no longer A.D., but A.F. -- after Ford. Also…

“The case of Little Reuben occurred only twenty-three years after Our Ford’s first T-Model was put on the market.” (Here the Director made a sign of the T on his stomach and all the students reverently followed suit.) [from chapter 2]

“All crosses had their tops cut and became T’s. There was also a thing called God…We have the World State now. And Ford’s Day celebrations, and Community Sings, and Solidarity Services.” [from chapter 3]

However, when Bernard and Lenina end up at the savage reservation, they don’t find Christianity replaced, they find it distorted beyond recognition. It is just another arm of a painful, hard superstition, where many gods and customs are followed.

This would remain the religion of the savage (John), even after escaping the reservation…

He pacified his conscience by promising himself a compensatingly harder self-discipline, purifications the more complete and thorough. His first night in the hermitage was, deliberately, a sleepless one. He spent the hours on his knees praying, now to that Heaven from which the guilty Claudius had begged forgiveness, now in Zuñi to Awonawilona, now to Jesus and Pookong, now to his own guardian animal, the eagle. From time to time he stretched out his arms as though he were on the Cross, and held them thus through long minutes of an ache that gradually increased till it became a tremulous and excruciating agony; held them, in voluntary crucifixion, while he repeated, through clenched teeth (the sweat, meanwhile, pouring down his face), “Oh, forgive me! Oh, make me pure! Oh, help me to be good!” again and again, till he was on the point of fainting from the pain. [from chapter 18]

A false hope in science or hopelessness in a distant and steely deity. What happened to the loving God of the Scriptures?

B. The Bible as Filth

People often wonder why Christians become so involved over culture wars regarding alternative sexuality. The reason is clear: the advocates of such things won’t leave us alone. We’re not pursuing them; they’re pursuing us, with the attempt to dislodge our historic faith. The world’s desire to spearhead a false, unscientific view of anthropology is driven by a desire to find an ace-in-the-hole against fundamental religion (not just Christianity, but Judaism and Islam as well). Globalism can’t run its course until we can all sing kum ba yah, without God (not a real, potent God anyway).

There could be simple laws put in place to safeguard everyone’s conscience (actually, there ARE such laws), but instead, alternative sexuality is being used as a litmus test: will you abide by the state or by your book? How can a political/educational system only teach Darwinian evolution (progress through struggle), and yet have an extreme desire to destroy all struggle, by doing away with freedom of religion and freedom of speech? Besides, a few years ago these were liberal causes. Where are all the liberals now?

Where will this world be without philosophical competition? Is such an attitude not lazily guaranteeing a perpetual Flat-Earth Society? A dictatorship would be fine (and even very desirable) if a benevolent, truth-loving, God-man was in charge, but does anyone think the U.N. is staffed by demigods?

Huxley knew where society was heading. The Bible would one day become a banned book…

The D.H.C. looked at him nervously. There were those strange rumours of old forbidden books hidden in a safe in the Controller’s study. Bibles, poetry -- Ford knew what. [from chapter 3]

“The discoveries of Pfitzner and Kawaguchi were at last made use of. An intensive propaganda against viviparous reproduction…Accompanied by a campaign against the Past; by the closing of museums, the blowing up of historical monuments (luckily most of them had already been destroyed during the Nine Years’ War); by the suppression of all books published before A.F. 15O…There were some things called the pyramids, for example…And a man called Shakespeare. You’ve never heard of them of course…There was a thing, as I’ve said before, called Christianity…The ethics and philosophy of under-consumption…” [from chapter 3]

It is notable that Huxley -- who was from one of the most important and influential families in the history of Darwinian evolution -- used the anti-religious motif not merely as a casual literary device, but as something that was intrinsic to modern scientific thought.

“A New Theory of Biology” was the title of the paper which Mustapha Mond had just finished reading. He sat for some time, meditatively frowning, then picked up his pen and wrote across the title-page. “The author’s mathematical treatment of the conception of purpose is novel and highly ingenious, but heretical and, so far as the present social order is concerned, dangerous and potentially subversive. Not to be published .” He underlined the words. “The author will be kept under supervision. His transference to the Marine Biological Station of St. Helena may become necessary.” A pity, he thought, as he signed his name. It was a masterly piece of work. But once you began admitting explanations in terms of purpose -- well, you didn’t know what the result might be. [from chapter 12]

This was not something from a recent Intelligent Design court case; this was something written in 1932! Darwinian evolution was a cannon aimed at God from the beginning. Perhaps it didn’t have to be that way, just as with alternative sexuality; but it was -- and is -- precisely that way.

Take in the following paragraphs and think about the modern suppression of anything that runs counter to Darwinian evolution or climate change or whatever else the powers-that-be declare orthodox; and remember, this is coming from one of the most foremost Darwinian families, EVER

“…Every change is a menace to stability. That’s another reason why we’re so chary of applying new inventions. Every discovery in pure science is potentially subversive; even science must sometimes be treated as a possible enemy. Yes, even science.”

Science? The Savage frowned. He knew the word. But what it exactly signified he could not say. Shakespeare and the old men of the pueblo had never mentioned science, and from Linda he had only gathered the vaguest hints: science was something you made helicopters with, something that caused you to laugh at the Corn Dances, something that prevented you from being wrinkled and losing your teeth. He made a desperate effort to take the Controller’s meaning.

“Yes,” Mustapha Mond was saying, “that’s another item in the cost of stability. It isn’t only art that’s incompatible with happiness; it’s also science. Science is dangerous; we have to keep it most carefully chained and muzzled.”

“What?” said Helmholtz, in astonishment. “But we’re always saying that science is everything. It’s a hypnopædic platitude.”

“Three times a week between thirteen and seventeen,” put in Bernard.

“And all the science propaganda we do at the College…”

“ Yes; but what sort of science?” asked Mustapha Mond sarcastically. “You’ve had no scientific training, so you can’t judge. I was a pretty good physicist in my time. Too good -- good enough to realize that all our science is just a cookery book, with an orthodox theory of cooking that nobody’s allowed to question, and a list of recipes that mustn’t be added to except by special permission from the head cook. I’m the head cook now.” [from chapter 16]

Wow. That says it all.

C. Soma’s Religion

Now as I’ve said before, I don’t pretend that Aldous Huxley was a closet-friend of Christianity. One of the few scenes where anything resembling organized Christianity appears features a pack of believers rallying themselves into a frenzy because they think some god is approaching. I don’t really know what Huxley was getting at with that, although it reminds one of the common criticisms that even the apostle Peter warned would be hurled against the truth…

This [is] now, beloved, [the] second letter I am writing to you*, in which I am stirring up your* pure [or, sincere] mind by reminding [you*] to be mindful of the words having been previously spoken by the holy prophets and of the commandment of your* apostles of the Lord and Savior, knowing this first, that scoffers will come at [the] last of the days [or, at [the] end of time], going [fig., living] according to their own desires and saying, “Where is the promise of His Arrival [or, Coming]? For since the fathers fell asleep [fig., died], all [things] continue in the same manner [as] from [the] beginning of creation.” -- 2 Peter 3:1-4

RABBIT TRAIL ALERT: It wouldn’t bother me if Huxley was mocking the belief in an imminent Second Coming (I’m not saying that he was, for as we shall see, the worshippers in his scene are really waiting for the arrival of a pre-planned voice), but it really bothers me when so-called Christians mock it. It horribly bothers me that most so-called evangelical Christians roll their eyes and speak condescendingly towards anyone who cares for prophecy. The Bible says that those who care about the Lord’s advent will receive the crown of righteousness (2 Timothy 4:8). The crowns in the New Testament are promised for those who undergo hardship, and it is indeed difficult now-a-days to care about prophecy; if you do, you will be hated, especially by “brethren.”

I’m sick, sore, and tired of Christian pseudo-scholars saying things like, Christians always believe they’re in the end times. That may be true to a point, but never to a Biblical point. Never could the ancient believer look at the Bible in a literal way and literally see a convergence of a revived Roman Empire or the return of the State of Israel or an effort to build a Third Temple in Jerusalem, etc. The Christians who turn their noses up are not doing so because they are wonderful academics with a wonderful enlightenment; they’re rather loving and craving the praise of man more than the praise from God. The Lord commanded us all to look up, for our redemption draws nigh.

Right, moving on; looking at the scene of the quasi-Christian gathering as Huxley presents it, there is another startling forecast of where society would go. The worshippers all get high on soma as they have their religious experience…

The President made another sign of the T and sat down. The service had begun. The dedicated soma tablets were placed in the centre of the table. The loving cup of strawberry ice-cream soma was passed from hand to hand and, with the formula, “I drink to my annihilation,” twelve times quaffed.

Then, a short while later…

As verse succeeded verse the voices thrilled with an ever intenser excitement. The sense of the Coming’s imminence was like an electric tension in the air. The President switched off the music and, with the final note of the final stanza, there was absolute silence -- the silence of stretched expectancy, quivering and creeping with a galvanic life. The President reached out his hand; and suddenly a Voice, a deep strong Voice, more musical than any merely human voice, richer, warmer, more vibrant with love and yearning and compassion, a wonderful, mysterious, supernatural Voice spoke from above their heads. Very slowly, “Oh, Ford, Ford, Ford,” it said diminishingly and on a descending scale. A sensation of warmth radiated thrillingly out from the solar plexus to every extremity of the bodies of those who listened; tears came into their eyes; their hearts, their bowels seemed to move within them, as though with an independent life. “Ford!” they were melting, “Ford!” dissolved, dissolved. [from chapter 5]

Between the charismatic movement and the contemplative movement, the modern evangelical church is an absolute cesspool filled with people craving spiritual highs. Now although I’m not a complete cessationalist (because I can’t find that attitude in the Bible), I applaud John Macarthur’s critique of the mindless charismatic movement. The following is a lengthy excerpt from his book, Strange Fire; the similarities between what is described by a journalist and what was predicted by Huxley are astounding…

An editorial column from an African news website recently came across my desk. As I read it, I was struck by its blunt honesty and insightfulness. The piece, though penned by a Pentecostal man, is sharply critical of the chaos that characterizes the Charismatic Movement in that part of the world.

After blasting the “bizarre spirit-possession” and “odd ritual practices” of Pentecostalism in a general way, the author focuses on speaking in tongues. Observing a man supposedly filled with the Holy Spirit, he described the frenetic scene with these words:

One sees the man’s body forcibly shaking in spasms, with the hands trembling, the voice quivering in such staccato mumblings as: Je-Je-Je-Jee-sus . . . Jeee-sus . . . Je-Je-Je-Jee-sus . . . aassh . . . aassh . . . ah . . . aassh Jee-sus.

Then follows some stuttering tongues-speaking: shlababababa -- Jah-Jeey-balika -- a syndrome which an American psychologist Peter Brent calls “a born-again fixation,” and an observer brands as “a Pentecostal anthem.” Only recently a reverend minister of an orthodox church queried, “If the possessed voodoo priest says: ‘shiri-bo-bo-bo-boh’ in a staccato stammer over his black whisk he holds, and the possessed born-again Christian rattles: ‘shlaba-ba-bah-shlabalika’ over his Bible, what can be the difference?”

The rhetorical question is left ringing in the ears of the reader.

The author continues with a stinging exposé of a Pentecostal church service -- inviting his readers to “watch some possessed prayerful: some, especially women, begin to hop about on one leg like grasshoppers let loose, and others roll on the floor, overturning benches and chairs. Order and discipline -- these have gone to the winds, giving way to rowdy pandemonium, a babble of din.” In disbelief, he poses the obvious question: “Can that be the biblical way to serve God?” [from chapter 1]

Interestingly, Huxley himself seemed to note the similarities between what he saw the Christian experience becoming and what he described occurring at the pagan festivals on the savage reservation. Lenina hated everything about the savage reservation, except for the evocative music of the religious ceremony…

Lenina liked the drums. Shutting her eyes she abandoned herself to their soft repeated thunder, allowed it to invade her consciousness more and more completely, till at last there was nothing left in the world but that one deep pulse of sound. It reminded her reassuringly of the synthetic noises made at Solidarity Services and Ford’s Day celebrations. “Orgy-porgy,” she whispered to herself. These drums beat out just the same rhythms.

There was a sudden startling burst of singing -- hundreds of male voices crying out fiercely in harsh metallic unison. A few long notes and silence, the thunderous silence of the drums; then shrill, in a neighing treble, the women’s answer. Then again the drums; and once more the men’s deep savage affirmation of their manhood.

Queer -- yes. The place was queer, so was the music, so were the clothes and the goitres and the skin diseases and the old people. But the performance itself -- there seemed to be nothing specially queer about that.

“It reminds me of a lower-caste Community Sing,” she told Bernard. [from chapter 7]

Paganism repeats itself.

Moreover, when trying to confront someone about charismatic excesses you’ll instantly be branded a Pharisee. Yet the Lord never said to stop trusting the Bible and stop being obedient to it; that’s not the way of the Pharisee. The way of the Pharisee is to add commands to the Bible that aren’t there; so really, it is the modern charismatic believer who is the real Pharisee, teaching as doctrines the traditions of men. If we allowed our personal understanding of spirituality to reign supreme there would be justification for any and every pernicious teaching, for myriads of heretics have said, Well, you see, I was thinking about if I should be doing this and then I had this feeling; this warmth came over me and I had this inner peace, etc. etc. etc.

Take off your coat, and put on Christ -- the Christ of the Bible.

D. Death Conditioning

So many different subjects could be explored, but I’m trying to keep this brief, so we’ll only look at one more before moving on to the concluding chapter. There is a modern movement to kill elderly people whenever they begin to be too much of a burden. This has a lot to do with a swelling selfishness and a lot to do with the ebbing belief in the sanctity of life, but it perhaps has another end as well. That other end is the desire to make death less ugly.

Death is the great terror that haunts us all; many may pretend they’re not scared of it, yet let their life be threatened and they’ll sing another tune. Everyone is afraid of death; at least, we’re afraid of what happens after. Aldous forecasted that there would be an assault on the ugliness of death…

Five bus-loads of boys and girls, singing or in a silent embracement, rolled past them over the vitrified highway.

“Just returned,” explained Dr. Gaffney, while Bernard, whispering, made an appointment with the Head Mistress for that very evening, “from the Slough Crematorium. Death conditioning begins at eighteen months. Every tot spends two mornings a week in a Hospital for the Dying. All the best toys are kept there, and they get chocolate cream on death days. They learn to take dying as a matter of course.” [from chapter 11]

The Park Lane Hospital for the Dying was a sixty-story tower of primrose tiles. As the Savage stepped out of his taxicopter a convoy of gaily-coloured aerial hearses rose whirring from the roof and darted away across the Park, westwards, bound for the Slough Crematorium. At the lift gates the presiding porter gave him the information he required, and he dropped down to Ward 81 (a Galloping Senility ward, the porter explained) on the seventeenth floor.

It was a large room bright with sunshine and yellow paint, and containing twenty beds, all occupied. Linda was dying in company -- in company and with all the modern conveniences. The air was continuously alive with gay synthetic melodies. At the foot of every bed, confronting its moribund occupant, was a television box. Television was left on, a running tap, from morning till night. Every quarter of an hour the prevailing perfume of the room was automatically changed. “We try,” explained the nurse, who had taken charge of the Savage at the door, “we try to create a thoroughly pleasant atmosphere here -- something between a first-class hotel and a feely-palace, if you take my meaning.” [from chapter 14]

(“A feely-palace” means a movie theatre, but one that specialized in sensory experiences.)

This scientific desire to limit the king of terrors is brilliantly juxtaposed to the savage John, who recoils in hopeless horror at the death of his mother, and who himself dies a comfortless death when his world collapses. His suicidal hanging is evocative of his perpetual dolefulness and obsession with guilt and pain. Most die out of sight in the Brave New World with an air of deceit, whereas John’s unglossed agony slowly circles the entire compass; thus the book ends…

“Savage!” called the first arrivals, as they alighted from their machine. “Mr. Savage!”

There was no answer.

The door of the lighthouse was ajar. They pushed it open and walked into a shuttered twilight. Through an archway on the further side of the room they could see the bottom of the staircase that led up to the higher floors. Just under the crown of the arch dangled a pair of feet.

“Mr. Savage!”

Slowly, very slowly, like two unhurried compass needles, the feet turned towards the right; north, north-east, east, south-east, south, south-south-west; then paused, and, after a few seconds, turned as unhurriedly back towards the left. South-south-west, south, south-east, east…. [from chapter 18]

Despite his penitence and purity he has not escaped the mythical wheel of Samsara.

How can we avoid these two extremes? How can we avoid scientific determinism telling us sweet lies and also avoid being swallowed by a sea of grief and despair? The answer is the Gospel…

IV. Conclusion: God’s Throne

AND YOU SHALL NOT OPPRESS HIM…through robbery of his property

FOR YOU WERE STRANGERS…If you abuse him…he, too, can abuse you…and say to you…“You, too, came from strangers.”

Any use of the term…“stranger” in the Torah means…a person who was not born in that country where he presently resides…but rather came from another country to sojourn there. -- [ The Torah: with Rashi’s commentary translated, annotated, and elucidated; Artscroll; 1999, Brooklyn, N.Y.; Student edition, pg. 288]

If you are ever bored one evening I suggest taking in the film Rope (1948), starring Jimmy Stewart. It reminds one of the things I have been writing. A cynical academic unwittingly influences a sociopath. The teacher regretted what he said over the years, but only after the reality of a murder. The Stewart character is like post-1945 grandpa Huxleys. Yet if men spin dangerous theories and the theories are not eradicated, that is the greatest crime. Darwinian racism has never been eradicated.

There was a European thinker a few decades ago who said some disparaging things about African immigrants…

…France is racially becoming more and more negroid, so much so that now one can actually speak of the creation of an African State on European soil…

…It is evident that a people which is endowed with high creative powers in the cultural sphere is of more worth than a tribe of negroes…

…In a world which would be composed of mongrols and negroids all ideas of human beauty and nobility and all hopes of an idealized future for our humanity would be lost forever.

The man who wrote on this theme was Adolf Hitler, and the quoted book was entitled, Mein Kampf. Leaders are often trying to create a utopia. The elite are driven by silly dreams, unwilling to admit the reality of universal, perpetual unhappiness without God.

Nobody ever wants to admit that true, meaningful happiness is elusive. As his mother lay dying, John thought about the goodness of the Brave New World he heard about as a child, even though he was presently living in it and despised it…

He felt the hot tears welling up behind his eyelids as he recalled the words and Linda’s voice as she repeated them…when she told him those stories about the Other Place, outside the Reservation: that beautiful, beautiful Other Place, whose memory, as of a heaven, a paradise of goodness and loveliness, he still kept whole and intact, undefiled by contact with the reality of this real London, these actual civilized men and women. [from chapter 14]

Hitler believed in creating a utopia and believed in eugenics, and it is very probable that he was influenced by the U.S. eugenics movement. People have been butchering each other in the quest for perfection ever since the publication of Origin of the Species.

I began this booklet by addressing the plight of Ethiopian Jews, and my thoughts and prayers will remain with them as passionately as can be. When people act against others based upon ethnicity it is believed to be for their own goodness and welfare. Yet the Lord Jesus Christ came to this earth for others, for those truly lowly in comparison. He died and rose again, that through him we should live in love, and not in selfish, fleshly desires. Nor is ethnic unity a concept taught only in the New Testament…

There is no such thing as a race -- except the human race! Skin color and other supposed racial characteristics are mere recombinations of innate genetic factors, originally created in Adam and Eve to permit development of different family characteristics as the human race was commanded to multiply and fill the earth (Genesis 1:28; 9:1).

“Race” is strictly an evolutionary concept used by Darwin, Huxley, Haeckel, and the other 19th-century evolutionists to rationalize their white racism. But from the beginning it was not so! “God that made the world and all things therein; . . . hath made of one blood all nations of men for to dwell on all the face of the earth” (Acts 17:24, 26). “Have we not all one father? hath not one God created us? why do we deal treacherously every man against his brother?” (Malachi 2:10) . -- Dr. Henry Morris

Well, although I care very deeply about racism against Jews and Africans, ultimately I am a Christian evangelist, and not a social crusader (actually I’m neither; I’m just a whiny factory worker). I believe that we should peacefully fight against racism, but I also know that social ills will never cease to dominate this age. The present social system is irretrievably unhinged, as it is in deep rebellion against God. (I was horrified to read recently how myriads complained that Serena Williams, one of the greatest athletes in history, received a sporting award, for she beat out a horse. They wanted the horse instead of this African-American woman.) Unreasonable hatred is destroying this culture from the inside out. A spiritual revival is our only hope.

To have true peace we must wait for a different kingdom, the Kingdom of God. I use social ills in my writings to point to the problem of sin; although the sicknesses are many, the cure is one, and the cure is simple. The cure is Jesus Christ. He -- along with the Father and Holy Spirit -- is the eternal God, who was born in Bethlehem as a real man, grew up in Israel, and went about doing good, teaching and healing, according to thousands of years of ancient prophecies which proceeded his coming. He lived the one and only sinless life. He was persecuted by liberals and conservatives alike. The left hated him for teaching the Scriptures in a childlike and literal fashion, and the right hated him for speaking of a future ministry to gentiles. Despite hatred on every side he finished his course.

In the Garden of Gethsemane the Father made him drink the cup of sin’s wrath, and this wrath was fully poured out upon him on the cross, as he bled and died for the sins of his people. We can become his people, we can become sons and daughters of God, by praying, confessing the fact that we have sinned against God’s law, and confessing that we believe Jesus to be the recipient of the punishment we deserve. The righteous must live by faith.

Moreover, it is imperative to believe that Jesus is no longer a beaten and bleeding figure, forever being sacrificed as a helpless lamb, but rather he defeated death by rising from the grave after three days. He is the Prince of Life and of the Resurrection. By crying to God for mercy, believing in his atoning death and victorious arising, we are saved from the unquenchable wrath to come.

Thus we may pass from the state of being perpetually judged into a state of being perpetually declared righteous. Throughout the eternal years God will no longer look upon us for goodness and merit, but will see the goodness and merit of Jesus Christ, credited to our account.

This is the Gospel. It not only has the power to redeem an individual life, but it also has the power to bring together a fractured and hate-filled world. It is ultimately satanic forces that turn ethnic groups against each other…

The one saying [or, claiming] to be in the light and [yet is] hating his brother [fig., fellow believer, neighbor, or any close associate, and elsewhere in epistle] is in the darkness until now. The one loving his brother abides in the light, and [there] is not a stumbling block [or, no enticement to sin] in him. But the one hating his brother, he is in the darkness and walks about in the darkness. And he does not know where he is going, because the darkness [has] blinded his eyes. -- 1 John 2:9-11

Jesus bravely experienced raw emotion; he bravely died to break this tyranny and to usher in a truly new world…

[Jesus said… ] Now has My soul been disturbed, and what shall I say -- Father, save Me from this hour? But on account of this [reason] I came to this hour...Now is [the] judgment of this world; now the ruler of this world will be cast out. And I, if I am lifted up from the earth, I will draw all [people; or, peoples] to Myself. -- John 12:27, 31-32

Dystopia (A Christian Essay on Huxley’s, ‘Brave New World’)

  • ISBN: 9781310990113
  • Author: Richie Cooley
  • Published: 2015-12-27 06:05:13
  • Words: 13491
Dystopia (A Christian Essay on  Huxley’s, ‘Brave New World’) Dystopia (A Christian Essay on  Huxley’s, ‘Brave New World’)