As far as I can tell, meeting creationists is quite always a really boring event. I mean, far too many creationists are not only ill-informed or blindfully ignorant, but they are also proud of it. But I would lie like one if I would write there isn’t any honest and respectful creationist in the world. I met one. Incredible, but true. And it’s actually one of my most pleasant memory.
I was doing fieldwork in South Africa, Cape region, Stellenbosch, at that time. I was taking a break, a cigarette, wondering as to how I could get data more easily. There was a guy standing next. I noticed the guy was waiting. Actually, I knew he was waiting for the butt, and I gave him a whole stick instead. He thanked me and we began to talk. It was quite straight about life, god and the likes.
He was surprised to learn I wasn’t believing. But then, how would it be there’s no god if there’s a place like this (–hum, seems you wouldn’t have such a crappy place if there were anything decent out there but hey! it’s only a different point of view-), you know, than how was all this stuff created… I told him science never had any need for a god hypothesis to explain how things were working here, the kind of stuff you’re allowed to say in the minute 42 seconds you have to answer those big questions. Okay, he didn’t buy my cents. Too incredible, as if the his hypothesis wasn’t less. Then he asked where I came from, and if black and white people were living together peacefully out there. Huh? Yeah! We do. It’s not that hard, but to a few prejudiced guys (how I wish they really were only a few).
The cigarette had turned into ashes. He thanked me again, we shaked our hands, and he had the conclusive words: “it was nice to meet you. And it was nice to disagree”. Indeed, it was really nice to disagree. It wasn’t about perverting education. It wasn’t about killing science. It wasn’t about fantasizing the old ruling mythology back. It was just about having different points of view. I wish every creationist could be like that.