Richard Dawkins was looking
magisterial, his demeanour and his dark suit apt for
an occasion devoted to an eminent Victorian. This
was Darwin Day...
... February 12, the anniversary
of the great scientist's birth in 1809. The
international Darwin Day Program urges its celebration
around the world; the British Humanist Association,
for whose event Dawkins was acting as chair, wants it
to be a public holiday. It feels that if believers
have saints' days, non-believers should have a
ceremonial day off too.
How should we spend such a day, though? There are no obvious traditions, like maypole-dancing and marches for May Day. Over in Shrewsbury, Darwin's birthplace, they were having "a night of fine food and revelry" on the grounds that as a Cambridge student, Darwin had belonged to a 'Glutton Club' devoted to dining on "strange flesh". At the London School of Economics, by contrast, the atmosphere was more chapel than feast. Darwin Day was an occasion for sober dress and righteous ire.
Dawkins did make one concession to levity, noting that Newton's birthday is December 25, "so you'll all have been sending your Newton Day cards". Darwin Day certainly won't be complete without cards; and no set of Darwin cards would be complete without a design featuring a pair of moths, one speckled and one black.
These are the two main forms of the peppered moth, emblems and textbook examples of evolution in action. The dark form appeared in Victorian Manchester, described at the time as "the chimney of the world", and had almost taken over from the speckled by the century's end. An entomologist named J.W. Tutt suggested that the dark ones were better concealed from birds in industrial districts, where pollution had stripped the lichen from the trees and covered them in soot. Half a century later, experiments by Bernard Kettlewell, of Oxford University, supported Tutt's hypothesis and made the peppered moths famous as a demonstration of evolution at a pace humans could observe. Then the dark forms duly went into decline along with smokestack industries and coal fires, making the textbook story complete. Yet in the past few years, Creationists and other anti-evolutionists have taken up the peppered moth as a stick with which to beat Darwinians. The LSE event was a rally in defence of the peppered moths' tarnished reputation.
And it was personal - relentlessly, vehemently, entirely personal. The speaker was Dr Michael Majerus, who leads the Evolutionary Genetics group at Cambridge University. Some years ago, he published a book in which he reviewed the studies done on the peppered moths. There were some anomalies, such as the appearance of dark moths in unpolluted areas, and it remained infernally difficult to do experiments which did not distort the untidy reality of life in the wild. These difficulties did not, however, shake his confidence in the story that Tutt had started a century before. But reviewing the book in the journal Nature, Jerry Coyne, an American evolutionist, compared his reaction to Majerus's discussion with the dismay he had felt when he discovered the truth about Santa Claus. He considered that the moth should be discarded as "a well-understood example of natural selection in action".
An entirely predictable selective process then occurred, as Creationists seized upon these words, disregarding his comment that plenty of better examples remained available. For opponents of evolutionary theory, it was like capturing the other side's mascots. The moths had become celebrities, early stars of natural history films (and well adapted to black and white television screens). They were easily grasped and memorable. Two moths side by side were enough to make the point, and the industrial background gave the story human interest.
There was plenty of the latter in a subsequent book, Of Moths and Men, by Judith Hooper, an American author. Hooper seemed to have started out with the idea - possibly acquired from the writings of the Harvard palaeontologist Stephen Jay Gould - that English evolutionists are upper-class, eccentric and excessively fixated on the idea of natural selection, and sought to add imputations of dishonesty against some of the deceased ones. At the end of her account, she appeared bemused to have found that every scientist involved with peppered moths, either side of the Atlantic, is sure that the story is indeed one of natural selection in action.
Given a platform, Majerus took his revenge. For an hour he refuted, denounced and mocked. He closed with an impassioned invocation of over forty years' experience, man and boy: "I have caught literally millions of moths in moth traps. And I have found in the wild more peppered moths than any other person alive or dead. I know I'm right, I know Kettlewell was right, I know Tutt was right."
But, he acknowledged, anyone else needs scientific proof. He described the slow and difficult field studies he is undertaking in search of it. "If I get that proof, and splash it over every front page I can get," and the moth-bothering Darwin-baiters read it, "will they be convinced?". He stopped, and in that moment of quiet, you could see why he was so angry.