know that? The grasses of the field were his hair and the trees were his lungs, the doves and the birds and the animals were wishes of his heart. Each one a piece of his longing. The blood had run out of Jesusâs wounds, she said,
and never stopped running. It ran into the oceans, over which the sun set.
All of this was Jesus and was God.
So did I see what that meant? Dead and alive were the same thing, she said. Dead and alive, they were exactly the same.
Love in Infant Monkeys
HARRY HARLOW HAD A general hypothesis: Mothers are useful, in scientific terms. They have an intrinsic value, even beyond their breast milk. Call it their company.
In this hypothesis he was bucking a trend in American psychology. For decades experts on parenting had been advising mothers to show their children as little affection as possible. Too much affection was coddling, and coddling weakened a child. âWhen you are tempted to pet your child,â said a president of the American Psychological Association in a speech, âremember that mother love is a dangerous instrument.â This school of thought ran counter to what was believed by those not indebted for their child-rearing strategies to a rigorously monitored testing process. But it was dominant
in the scholarship. To refute it, Harlow decided, the value of love would have to be demonstrated in a controlled experimental setting.
He worked long hours, seldom leaving his laboratory. With his experiments he made a name for himself, appearing on television programs and traveling the country on speaking engagements. He was seen as a rebel and an iconoclast. He spoke boldly of mother love, calling it âcontact comfort.â He stressed its value to emotional health.
But he spoke harshly of his test subjects. âThe only thing I care about is whether a monkey will turn out a property I can publish,â he said. âI donât have any love for them. I never have. How could you love a monkey?â
To know how love works, a scientist must study its absence. This is simple scientific method; Harry admitted it. The suffering of lesser beings is often the price of knowledge. As he put it, âIf my work will save only one million human children, I canât get overly concerned about ten monkeys.â
Others were doing bold animal experiments at the same time, in the fifties, when Harry started, and after. Rats were dropped in boiling water, cats pinned down for months until their legs withered, dogs irradiated
until their skin crisped, monkeys shot in the heads and stomachs or immobilized to have their spinal cords severed. When it came to the treatment of research animals, Harry was squarely in the mainstream. Only his willingness to speak bluntly was avant-garde.
He gathered disciples around him, young women and men who would continue his work, and decades later he would still be revered by psychology. While acknowledging the problem of what some might call animal cruelty, later scholars would view his collateral damage as a necessary unpleasantness. His chief biographer, a woman journalist, described him as a rose in a cornfield.
He was a high-functioning alcoholic, and there were long periods in his life when he was rarely sober. He had wivesâfirst one, then another, then the first one again. He had two sets of children he never saw.
Harry Frederick Harlow had been born Harry Frederick Israel. Around the time of his doctoral dissertation he had changed his last name, not because he was Jewishâfor he was not, in fact, Jewishâbut because the name Israel sounded Jewish, and this made it hard to secure a good job. He did not dislike Jews; indeed, he admired them for their intelligence and their education. But others in academia had certain
prejudices. A famous professor who was also his first mentor did not wish him to continue to be mistaken for a Jew, so Harry deferred to him.
It was a minor accommodation.
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