I just came across this at VFR:
I was wondering whether we–and I speak here of race-realist theists–aren’t subject to some theodicy problems of our own. In short, how do we deal with the manifest fact that one group of people seems to have been endowed with intellectual and temperamental equipment that puts them at a persistent disadvantage in relation to the others? Now of course most decent people deal with this question by denying the reality of its central premise. Your website provides a valuable service by consistently demonstrating the futility of this head-in-the-sand reaction. Others, though, enjoy reveling in these race differences. Their triumphalism seem to me incompatible with proper Christian feeling.
Being between these extremes, though, leaves one (at least this one!) with a distinct sense of unease. Sure, it would be odd to think that all human groups would simply come out the same, as the race-deniers would have it. And there is also the notion that certain kinds of people might be suited to different environments. These thoughts are age-old. But they assuage the basic sense of bad feeling only if we first assume that God intended some very complete kinds of separation. And even then, the utter gulf between black-run societies and the others (which seem to fit more easily into a kind of continuum of difference) is highly troubling.
This is something that’s bothered me a lot. Why did God do that to blacks? Why did he saddle us with having to deal with them?
Here’s Auster’s answer:
Assuming that life on earth reflects, however imperfectly, a divine plan, the question why there are different human races with such different qualities and abilities is a mystery that we will never be able to answer. It’s just a given, like many other givens, that we have to work with.
About this exchange, Auster says: “By the way, I really love the easy, soft-ball questions readers throw in my direction.”
That was his idea of a soft-ball question? Well, if your answer to everything is, “God works in mysterious ways”, I guess everything’s a soft-ball question.