At our most recent Socrates Café (7:30 p.m. ever second Tuesday of the month at the Phoenix Coffeehouse on Mayfield Road in South Euclid) we discussed the question: How much worse is it to do evil than to simply allow evil to occur?
In part for the sake of discussion, I took the contrarian position that not only was it not worse to allow evil to be done, but doing so was not bad at all.
I reasoned, that evening, that if we considered the potential evil we allowed whenever we made a choice with the potential to cause another human discomfort, distress or even bodily injury then we would become immobilized like the caterpillar considering which leg to move first. If we truly consider that our very act of drawing breath harms millions of our fellows – I’m not even considering the horrors we wreck on the rest of the inhabitants of our biosphere – then the only reasonable action is a quiet suicide deep in the forest where our molecules can be recycled. We are, however, selfish folk so the potential for humanity flinging itself into the sea in one last great act of selflessness ain’t going to happen. Fatalistically adopting the One Percent’s hedonism pretty much sucks as a universal strategy as well; living as a One Percenter requires there be a 99 Percent or the whole concepts fails.
How then do we live full, purposeful lives without sowing pain and suffering everywhere we go?
Very carefully.
Shaker Heights expatriate and Mother Jones writer Mac McClelland offers one meditation on the question in her most recent piece: I Was a Warehouse Wage Slave. When I was much younger, I worked in retail and spent my share of time in the stockrooms. My work was never the Dantean circle of hell described by McClelland in the Internet shipping warehouse fictionally named Amalgamated Product Giant Shipping Worldwide Inc. (I’m curious why McClelland – and Mother Jones – chose to not name the company, but that’s another story.)
I do not know how long I will be able to resist ordering anything on the Internet knowing that when I do so I force individuals desperate for $7.25 an hour in our America to suffer Dickensian working conditions (complete with repeated electric shocks) and supervisors who studied Emil Zola’s Germinal, Fritz Lang’s Metropolis and Charlie Chaplin’s Modern Times for management tips. The cube farms of Scott Adams are heavenly bliss in comparison.
Of courser Walmart is there in the story, at No. 6, but so is No. 1 Amazon, No. 2 Staples, No. 3 Apple and 56 other companies with an online presence.
An early Internet meme involved a ubiquitous picture of a kitten with a gun to its head. In the real world it is not a kitten who dies when you click Place Order but a bit of a living, breathing human being like Brian.
In his Road To Wigan Pier, George Orwell asked his fellow Englishmen to consider how the glowing lumps of coal in their hearths were procured. Mclelland is not yet an Orwell, but her message is much the same: know and own the evil you do.
Jeff Hess: Have Coffee Will Write.