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Educational Research - the Ethics and Aesthetics of Statistics

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11 <strong>Statistics</strong> <strong>and</strong> <strong>the</strong> Inference to <strong>the</strong> Best Explanation: Living Without Complexity? 171<br />

will not play an important part. Let us go back to <strong>the</strong> issue we ended with in <strong>the</strong><br />

previous paragraph: is <strong>the</strong>re a case for more complexity? Again I will draw some<br />

evidence for this from ano<strong>the</strong>r crime story (<strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Morse-type).<br />

What I have in mind can be found in an episode <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> French series ‘Maigret’<br />

(ano<strong>the</strong>r example <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Morse-type). In ‘Maigret et le clochard’ 3 <strong>the</strong> story is told<br />

<strong>of</strong> an attempted murder <strong>of</strong> a tramp: While he was sleeping under <strong>the</strong> Pont Marie,<br />

someone had hit ‘Doc’ over <strong>the</strong> head <strong>and</strong> tossed him into <strong>the</strong> Seine to drown, but<br />

a couple <strong>of</strong> Belgian bargemen nearby had fished him out in time to save him. His<br />

identity card revealed that he is François Keller, from Mulhouse, where, coincidentally,<br />

Mme Maigret’s sister lives. Thus Maigret learns that he had been a doctor<br />

<strong>the</strong>re, left his wife <strong>and</strong> daughter <strong>and</strong> gone <strong>of</strong>f to Gabon, in Africa, to work ‘like<br />

Dr. Schweitzer’. But things hadn’t gone <strong>the</strong> way he had hoped, <strong>and</strong> for <strong>the</strong> past<br />

15 years or more, he had been a clochard in Paris, sleeping under <strong>the</strong> bridges, working<br />

as a s<strong>and</strong>wich man to buy his bottle <strong>of</strong> wine. Maigret interviews his daughter<br />

<strong>and</strong> mo<strong>the</strong>r, but <strong>the</strong>re seems to be no motive or contact. He goes down <strong>the</strong> Seine to<br />

find <strong>the</strong> bargeman again, <strong>and</strong> learns that his wife’s fa<strong>the</strong>r had owned <strong>the</strong> barge until<br />

he had drowned in <strong>the</strong> Seine 2 years before, near <strong>the</strong> bridge at <strong>the</strong> Quai de la Rapée,<br />

where Doc had slept at that time (though not since). The former owner <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> barge<br />

used to beat his daughter, <strong>and</strong> when he found out that she was having a relationship<br />

with <strong>the</strong> present bargeman, Jef van Houtte, <strong>the</strong> situation became unbearable. Though<br />

<strong>the</strong> drowning <strong>of</strong> this man was labelled ‘accidental death’, Maigret is convinced that<br />

<strong>the</strong> bargeman Jef van Houtte is guilty. Van Houtte denies all, <strong>and</strong> Doc is no help –<br />

he refuses to say anything. Maigret is finally forced to let van Houtte go, but a few<br />

months later a chance comment by Doc that ‘it’s impossible to pass judgment’ convinces<br />

Maigret that he was right, though Doc maintains that he had said nothing.<br />

Clochards have <strong>the</strong>ir own idea <strong>of</strong> justice <strong>and</strong> do not want to get involved in o<strong>the</strong>r<br />

people’s affairs. Here we have a case where <strong>the</strong> kind <strong>of</strong> investigation that Maigret<br />

conducts is stopped, because no witnesses (who are willing to speak) come forward.<br />

In a way he gives up due to <strong>the</strong> daughter’s situation (before her fa<strong>the</strong>r ‘drowned’)<br />

feeling that <strong>the</strong> fa<strong>the</strong>r has received ‘justice’ <strong>and</strong> that possible ‘injustice’ would result<br />

from fur<strong>the</strong>r efforts to clear things up completely. Maigret seems to be satisfied by<br />

his investigation. He is willing to accept no for an answer in view <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> greater<br />

good. He did not continue his search for more physical evidence, nor did he put<br />

more pressure on <strong>the</strong> witness. He left things as <strong>the</strong>y were, because underst<strong>and</strong>ing<br />

more (ei<strong>the</strong>r about ‘how it worked’ or ‘why’) would put him in a difficult position.<br />

Thus he has to live with this <strong>and</strong> bear <strong>the</strong> burden <strong>of</strong> not intervening fur<strong>the</strong>r <strong>and</strong> seeking<br />

to do justice ‘for its own sake’. Here one is tempted to say that following <strong>the</strong><br />

simple logic <strong>of</strong> crime <strong>and</strong> punishment can create more injustice; at <strong>the</strong> same time<br />

one could argue that leaving things as <strong>the</strong>y are is <strong>the</strong> ‘simpler’ answer. Who lives<br />

under <strong>the</strong> bridges is invisible, but sees everything. They <strong>and</strong> o<strong>the</strong>rs should be left<br />

alone. To live with this (evidently a case <strong>of</strong> a different kind <strong>of</strong> complexity) may be<br />

more than many are inclined to do. It foregrounds what ‘justice’ is about <strong>and</strong> moreover<br />

that simple facts are important (which is as a consequence <strong>of</strong> complexity <strong>of</strong>ten<br />

forgotten). One may want to compare this more generally with discussions about<br />

social justice where a lot is made <strong>of</strong> inclusion <strong>and</strong> exclusion but remains oblivious

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